SAM
I loved that Grace and I didn't always have to talk when we were together. She understood that silence could be as meaningful, if not more, than words.
I also loved that even the simplest, most mundane things she did could get my blood boiling and my fingers trembling.
Grace lugged an overstuffed laundry basket into her room where I was lounging on her bed and dropped the container with a thud on her comforter.
"I would have carried it," I said, "you should have asked me," I continued, but she bent down, her hair tickling my face, and silenced me with a soft kiss on the lips that promised more to come.
"I know you would have," she replied, and she knelt onto the bed and crawled towards me, knocking over the laundry basket on her way, and dragged her thin fingers up my chest from the waistband of my faded jeans all the way to the collar of my loose zip-up sweatshirt. She looked me dead in the eyes as she lowered my zipper several inches, revealing a portion of my chest, and slipped her tiny, warm hands beneath the fabric of my hoodie.
I could feel my insides shaking, like my muscles and joints were shifting and preparing to transform into a wolf, but this was much more pleasurable and almost unbearably tempting.
The spilled clothing enveloped my bare feet and ankles in warmth and Grace's soft kisses on my neck and chest encompassed my brain in indecent thoughts of tangled, naked limbs and rustling bed sheets.
"You know I want this, Grace," I attempted to reason with her, "but I can't let you lose your priorities, you have to be up for school in what – six hours?" My last couple words came out in a moan as Grace straddled my denim-clad hips and eased my zipper down further, revealing my entire chest, and planted her palms flat on my abdomen.
"You want me to stop?" she teased, and I managed to whimper "you have to sleep, angel," before her lips grazed a sensitive spot right bellow my belly button and my eyes rolled back into my head.
Our eyes met as she crawled further up my chest and kissed my bottom lip, silently asking me to part my lips. I was suddenly aware that I would not be able to stop if this went any further so I grabbed her right hand off my chest and brought her fingers to my lips, kissing them slowly, one by one,
"Go get your literature homework," I proposed, "and I'll help you before we go to sleep." She gazed into my eyes for several seconds while I watched the beautiful pink flush disappear from her cheeks and felt my heartbeat slow beneath her fingers. She kissed me once more, light as a feather, and disentangled herself from my limbs and disappeared out the door as my eyes followed her silhouette until the darkness overcame my vision.
Before she returned, I ran my shaky fingers through my messy curls and tried to fill my head with thoughts of frigid winter nights instead of Grace's roaming fingers and warm, inviting lips. I inwardly wished that she hadn't accepted my offer and we were still exploring each other's bodies underneath the subtle warmth of the freshly-dried laundry. To my slight disappointment, she returned a moment later with a battered paperback of famous poetry and a few handouts and sheets of notebook paper.
"Come here," I murmured as she flicked off the lights and clicked on her bedside lamp instead. The dim lighting sent my nerves buzzing and I reached for her hand, helping her back onto the bed where she sat cross-legged in front of me and leaned back into my bare chest. I loped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder as she organized her schoolwork across the bed.
She began to explain the assignment but was momentarily distracted as I gently gathered her hair where it tumbled past her shoulders and moved it to her back, leaving easy access to her face and neck.
"Go on," I mumbled as my nose grazed the hollow beneath her ear, but the piece of paper fluttered out of her loose grip and she tilted her head back, laying it on my shoulder. Her lashes fluttered open, revealing her sparkling eyes and she licked her pink lips and turned her head until our lips were mere inches apart. Her hands found their way to mine, where they were grasping her around the waist, and our fingers and lips intertwined in a slow and lengthy kiss.
"We should stop," I mumbled against her lips, but she replied by turning in my arms so she was kneeling in between my legs and cupped my face in her hands, searing hot on my neck. After several achingly good moments of kissing, I broke away from her and smoothed my palm over her hair as her fingers clung loosely to the collar of my sweatshirt "please Grace, don't tempt me," I whispered only a couple inches away from her lips, "don't let me be a distraction."
She lowered her face onto my shoulder and I could feel her nod against the soft fabric of my hoodie, "then don't be distracting," she countered and she pushed herself to her feet, paced the length of her room a couple times, and pointed a finger at my chest "go brush your teeth, watch T.V., eat something, I don't care, but obviously I cant be in the same room as you without ending up on top of you," she continued and I obediently shoved off the bed. Before slipping out of the door I grabbed her fingers and planted a quick, soft kiss on her lips "call me when you're finished," I whispered and headed towards the door en route to the laundry room to collect my hanging clothing before her parents discovered it the next day.
The last thing I saw before I slipped out was a couple of vibrantly colored, lacy panties littering her bed on top of the pile of laundry and I hurried off towards the laundry room before I pinned her to the bed and showed her exactly what was on top of my list of priorities.