"What does that mean?" He laughed.
"You're mysterious, private, and obsessed with sex," She rolled over in the bed facing him.
"Okay… That's accurate," He smirked at her, brushing his nose against hers.
"And you have this nasty ability to sting... hard," She whispered as she pushed her body against his wrapping her leg around his hip. He raised an eyebrow at her, licking his lips.
"I don't sting…. I bite," He leaned his head down into her neck and kissed softly, before sinking his teeth into her gently. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hips pressing into him further. "Fuck," He breathlessly spoke against her skin, "Betts, we don't have to… you've been through a lot tonight," He sighed, wanting her so badly, but not wanting to push it.
"I just want to feel close to you," She leaned back, making him look at her. "I want to make up, I hate fighting with you," She sighed.
"That was fighting? I think I can handle that… especially if it results in make-up sex," he smiled at her wickedly, leaning closer to her face.
"I don't want sex," She said quietly, gazing up at him through her lashes "I want you to make love to me." He blinked at her a few times, his cocky bravado faltering at her words. She reached her small hand between them and pulled up his shirt slowly, her fingers grazing his skin so lightly that goosebumps broke out over his stomach. He held her gaze letting her pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground by the bed. She rolled over laying on top of him, flipping her hair to one side and holding his face gently in her hand. She rubbed her thumb slowly under his bruise, leaning her head down and kissing his cheek bone lightly. She pulled away and he watched her with his eyebrows knitted together as she pulled herself down his body slightly, pressing her lips back down on the bullet hole scar on his collar bone, he closed his eyes tightly at the sensation, an odd fluttering feeling in his stomach. She kept trailing down, placing a line of soft kisses along his next scar, making her way to the lower shotgun scar, kissing each piece of bumped up skin. He pushed his head back into the pillow, letting out a shuddering breath, his body pushing up into her lips wanting more pressure. She fumbled timidly with the button of his pants, his boner already straining against his zipper as she pulled it down slowly. He lifted his head to look at her groaning at the sight of her looking up at him from that angle as she sank her lips back down to the skin right above his boxers.
"Betts," He moaned quietly, as she opened her mouth, letting her tongue press down on the sensitive skin. She kissed him as if it were his lips, her hand clutching to his waist band as she pulled down slowly. He helped her by lifting his hips up, so his clothes could slid down more easily. She pulled them down his legs, and he moaned more loudly when wrapped her hand around him. She clutched him tightly, letting her kiss move lower on his newly exposed skin, she seemed to explore him with her mouth, kissing places she hadn't before. His hips wanted to buck up so badly, forcing her hand to move but he stayed still, letting her move at her own pace. She let go of his length, and he was about to protest, but her soft finger glided up him, teasing his head slightly and making his eyes roll back as she hovered her mouth over him, gently pressing her lips down where her finger tips had just been. She kissed softly down his length, opening her mouth little by little, in timid movements before brazenly sticking her tongue out against him and rolling it up to the tip, mimicking her fingers. "Fucking shi.."He cut off, his shoulders curling up off the bed and his hips pushing up as she pulled him into her mouth slightly. He was so turned on by that point that his vision was blurring as he looked down at her mesmerized as she swirled her tongue around him, her eyes looking up and watching his reactions. She pushed her head down a little further, pulling back up and seductively massaging him with her lips. He was struggling so hard to stay in control, his hips acting on their own accord as he pushed up into her mouth, his hand reaching down into her hair, holding her in place, she looked up at him nervously. "Can you go lower?" He asked breathlessly, watching as she nodded and let him sink further into her warm mouth, pressing her lips against him tightly as she pulled back up. "Again," he moaned, pushing down on her head gently, she obeyed, repeating the movement with her hand gripping him tightly at the base. She started moving more rhymically and his legs twitched underneath her, wanting more. He pushed up trying to meet her mouth, his hand still tangled in her hair as he reached up the other one clutching the pillow underneath his head. She sank her mouth down even further, almost taking him completely into her throat and he let out a loud guttural moan, shutting his eyes tightly. He felt the loss of her suddenly and groaned in protest opening his eyes to see her glaring at him. "Sorry," He whispered, his erection twitching in her hand. "I'll be quiet," He nodded, his hips moving anxiously, wanting her mouth back on him. She leaned her head back down, taking him back into her mouth and sinking down again, she held him there, her tongue somehow rolling up his length from inside her mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath, rolling his hips up as she pulled up, releasing him and sucking in air. "What the fuck was that? Do that again," He laughed breathlessly. She repeated it, rolling her tongue with him deep in her throat a few times, "Fuck," He moaned loudly trying to push up into her mouth more. She pulled away coming up for air.
"Not if you can't stay quiet," She scolded in a whisper, glaring at him again.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying," He whispered "But where the fuck did you learn that?" He asked wanting the feeling again.
"I don't know…" She blushed "You just seemed to like when I did that with my tongue, but you liked being in my mouth, so I put it together," She shrugged.
"You are so fucking amazing," He stared at her, suddenly needing more of her. He went to pull her up to him but before he could she took him back into her mouth, making him throw his head back. He was about to start losing the battle for control going on inside his head so he lifted her up his body, pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately. He rolled them on the bed until he was on top of her, pushing her hair back with his hand and reaching between them to push down her shorts, moaning into her lips when he realized she didn't have panties underneath. His fingers found her tiny bundle of nerves that he had meant to rub to get her wet, but as his fingers slid lower he groaned finding it already slick. He pushed them inside her and she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly to her. He moved gently, leaving his fingers inside of her and just rolling them up like he was beckoning her to him, making her clutch him tighter.
"I'm still a little sore," She whispered shyly, moaning lightly when he didn't stop repeating the same motion with his fingers, his thumb reaching up and gently rubbing her clit at the same time.
"It's okay babe, I can just get you off like this," He watched her contently as she wiggled underneath him, when he picked up a little bit of speed with his thumb.
"No, I want you," she looked up at him longingly, and he stilled his hand, searching her face.
"You want me to make love to you…" He nodded, and she nodded back. "I hate saying this right now, but I… I don't know exactly what that means. I'm sort of a one trick pony, I'm rough and kinda kinky," He sighed wanting to give her what she wanted but to him sex was sex, he wasn't sure how to make it more.
"Just… I don't know, feel it with me," She looked up at him, chewing on her lower lip "Like the way you danced with me, or after our shower how you wrapped me in a towel and dried me off. Put those feelings into it," He watched her carefully listening to her request, his actions not really hitting him until she explained them.
"Okay," He nodded wanting to do what she asked. He tried to think about those moments and why he had done that, and all he could come up with was that he wanted her to be safe, happy and comfortable. He wanted to care for her, and he wanted her to always look at him the way she was right then. He sucked in a sharp breath, the realization hitting him that he wanted her to love him, he wanted a reason to be worth loving. His gut twisted uncomfortably, but he pushed it away as hard as he could leaning his head down and kissing her roughly trying to pull himself out of his own head. He moved his hand out of the way, pushing her legs further open and positioning himself at her entrance, rolling his hips up slowly and shifting so he was further above her, finding his spot between her legs. She moaned letting it melt into a soft sigh as he gently moved his hips against her and entered her, holding her face in one hand while he held himself up with the other. He moved his lips against her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and moaning into her, as her walls squeezed him tightly, still swollen from the night before. He moved slowly and deliberately, rolling his hips instead of thrusting. He pulled away and looked at her, the pink tint to her cheeks showing brightly and she smiled up at him, letting breathy moans fall from her lips. His chest constricted at the sight, and he waited for the familiar feeling of losing control to rear its head, but it wasn't making an appearance. Instead the only thing he felt was that unnerving full feeling he tended to get around her. He took in a few deep breaths, feeling oddly out of control already but not of himself, only of his emotions. He pushed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes tightly, and although he wanted to focus on how tight her walls were or how good it felt to be completely inside her, it was a completely different feeling that was pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He leaned his head to the side burying it in her neck, sliding one hand under the pillow she was on, and the other one finding her waist underneath her shirt, sliding it up until he held her rib cage tightly, feeling her breathing under his hand. His movement started getting a little more forceful as the tension inside of him started to build to a breaking point. She didn't seem to mind as she tilted her head back, arching into him. He moved into her slowly but strongly, getting oddly lost in the sensation.
"Juggie I'm close," she whimpered tilting her cheek against him, her arms still wrapped around his shoulders holding onto him tightly.
"Me too,' He groaned trying to keep the same rhythm going for her, but his hips involuntarily moved quicker, catapulting them both over the edge. He felt her tighten around him before she even cried out, and he reached his hand up quickly covering her mouth, probably pressing down a little too forcefully as his orgasm hit him hard after such a steady build up. He stifled a groan, biting down on his own lip as his release rocked through him, spilling out and into her. The feeling of knowing he was inside of her like that was so unexpectedly erotic, he had always used condoms but was suddenly realizing the appeal of going without. He thrust a few more times into her gently as his heart rate started to slow down and relaxed on top of her, letting his eyes flutter closed.
"Jug, I can't breath," She huffed out. He pushed himself up on his arm, tilting to the side, but staying inside of her slightly, not ready to not be connected at all.
"Sorry," He chuckled, leaning his forehead onto her shoulder "Was that what you wanted?" He asked still catching his breath slightly.
"Well did you feel it too?" she asked leaning her head to the side too close to him, their noses touching.
"Yeah…I think I did," He admitted slowly, running his fingers along her temple, brushing her hair back slightly. "I don't know what it was, but it was there," He nodded. She smiled up at him closing her eyes, her face getting oddly still. He pulled himself off of her grabbing his boxers and sliding them on. She groaned slightly, but followed suit grabbing her shorts and pulling them up.
"I should go… clean up," She sat up cringing.
"Ha, I didn't even think about that, you didn't do that last time," He laughed, and she shook her head staring at him pointedly before getting up.
"No I did not, I'm learning as I go, but trust me it was a fun reminder all day," She rolled her eyes.
'Is it weird that I think that's super fucking hot," He lifted himself up on his elbow watching her.
"Yes, it is," She said sassily "But so did I," She shot a glance over her shoulder smiling at him flirtatiously as she walked into the bathroom. She came back to him quickly, flipping off the light on her way and crawling into bed and into his arms. She wiggled into the blanket getting comfortable. "Are you staying the night? Because we should try to wake up before my mom," She mumbled tiredly.
"I'm gonna wait until you are asleep then I'll head out. I have some club stuff to take care of tonight," He said shortly.
"Stuff? Tonight? It's like 3 in the morning," She asked skeptically, holding onto his arm that was around her.
"Just sleep babe," He instructed, watching her closely as she just nodded tiredly. He stared at her soft features in the dark, studying her face. "You are everything to me, Elizabeth Cooper." he whispered kissing her forehead gently. I love you too.