Fluff…and Retreat
By: ParamoreXO
A/N: If you can recall where the title of this is from, I got the idea from the movie Aquamarine. So props…to a movie about a mermaid…
"Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Kevin?"
"What, Gwen?"
"KEVIN!"
Snapping an eyelid open, I was instantly hit full force with why Gwen wanted me to see her in clear view. Standing in super tall heels before me, making her nearly completely exposed, creamy legs look longer and sexier, was my hot redheaded girlfriend. Her fiery mane that was giving off a scent of grapefruit seemed ablaze, crackling to life with the Summer sun beating down upon her back. The golden orb smoldering in the vast azul sky was like a spotlight, making sure Gwen was the center of attention…and trust me, she was.
The distressed denim mini that was hanging by a thread over her curvy hips was barely covering her backside…I bet my hands could fit into those back pockets somehow… Wearing the tightest V-neck tank top I'd ever seen her dare to wear instantly set my senses on overdrive, a sudden urge to kiss every single patch of flesh she was exposing (which was a lot) overwhelming me.
…How had her parent's allowed her to leave the house like this?
"Hey babe," I grinned, allowing my eyes to take in the view that was more of a paradise than a postcard. "What was it you wanted?"
Behind her ultra sexy smile and playful flickering in her gorgeous emerald eyes, something wavered behind her. Maybe this reaction wasn't exactly what she was looking for…
Bending down to get level with my face from where I was sitting on the lawn, that fruity scent of her perfume was making it unbearable to not lay a single finger on her. I wouldn't let my eyes roam to take a peep of what her dipping neckline was offering. I couldn't give in to her little game…coz Kevin Ethan Levin never loses.
"I just wanted to say," Her glossy lips shifted as her sultry tone slipped into my ears, leaving me hanging on the edge of every word, gripping so tight to not fall off into nowhere. Lifting a hand from her knee from her sorority-style pose, the very tips of her fingers lightly raked down my chest. Zips of electricity sprang into my veins, boiling my blood, powering that dangerous crave even more. Biting my lower lip, I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I knew exactly what she was doing and Gwen Tennyson wasn't about to get any satisfaction. "You're such a great boyfriend, Kevin." Her fingers made their way back up my chest. Praying she couldn't feel my heart pounding rapidly under her touch, I ran my hand up her thigh while putting on that crooked grin I knew she loved.
"And you're a great, beautiful girl that I'm lucky to call mine," I said as I traced the hem of her ultra-mini. "Now, what do you want?"
One of her red brows shot up, hands resting on my shoulders as she settled herself in my lap. Hooking her legs around my waist, she straddled me full on, not caring that her skirt was bunching up and revealing a strip of lace from underneath."What? A girl can't come see her ultra hot boyfriend and tell him he's right for her?"
Mimicking her hand motions on my shoulders, I felt the tension in her muscles relax as I rubbed her own. "She can…only if she has something else in mind."
"And what would that be?" She batted her lashes, driving me crazy to the point of almost cracking. No, I couldn't lose. Not to her.
"You tell me, Miss Devious," I whispered as I dove in to take her earlobe between my teeth. As I gently clamped down, eyes closed, I caught…
Nothing. Wait, what?
Eyelids blasting open, Gwen wasn't there anymore, the smell of her skin lingering on me now as she faded away. Watching her revealing, curvy figure strut back down my driveway, she hopped in her car, revving the engine. I could feel my shoulders slump as she blew me a kiss, winked her mascara thickened lashes, and sped away.
Wait, no, this was wrong. She couldn't just feel me up, get me all wild, and then…leave. Could she? Isn't there a damn law against that?
Blinking, I could still feel the ghost of her touches rake down my torso…folding over my shoulders…straddling my waist… we had been so close. And there hadn't even been a single lip-lock involved! Clenching my fists, I felt like pounding something in to a pulp. WHY did Gwen have this effect on me? WHY? I was weak when it came to her and she knew it. She had taken advantage of it…she knew how to pull at my thin strings…
…Okay, maybe I had lost this time. But next time, I would be victorious. And I would definitely make sure a few victory kisses and make outs were heavily involved.
A/N: Hmmm, not sure what to think of this one, but what about you?