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Arriving to my room. I shut the door quickly and lean against it. What the hell did I just get myself into? I let out a long breath as my eyes dart to my bathroom. Oh god I have candy and kernels stuck in my teeth; I can't believe I let him kiss me like this. Running to the bathroom I grab my toothbrush and start brushing away until my breath and teeth are clean.
Once I'm done with that I put on deodorant and perfume, we were outside for like 2 hours I can't be smelling like the park or woods. In a matter of minutes, I hear movement in my bedroom.
"Quinneth?" I hear Alexander say. Walking out the bathroom I see him looking around aimlessly. He looks so handsome under the moonlight.
Walking over to him, he looks at me suspiciously. "What's that smell?" His nose sniffs, trying to find the mystery smell that compels his attention.
"What smell?" I asked. I put my hand up to my mouth, I know I brushed thoroughly.
He leans closer to me, "Did you brush your teeth?" He smirked.
"No, you're just imagining things." I shrug off as I walk over to my painting easel. The unfinished painting I started a week ago encapsulates my attention.
"You went to brush your teeth because you wanted me to kiss you again?"
I stay turned towards the easel and respond to him. "I wanted you to come and see my masterpieces." I point to my painting on the walls. I can hear his feet walking closer to me, his lips kiss my collar bone. "Aren't they beautiful."
His voice is rough, "Very."
I squirm under his touch, "The painting of Diana's peek was a bit hard to do because-"
"Really this is what you called me up here for, to check out mountains?" His mouth is now very close to my ear, his breath tickles my ear lob, sending shivers down my straight and narrow spine. "Or did you want me to see YOUR masterpieces." His hands clasp onto my waist, I let out a small squeak.
I managed to get one word out. "No." I try to move from his grasp, but he doesn't let me.
He grabs onto my arm and turns me around to him. "I don't think so." He forcibly plants his lips on mine, my minty freshness seeps into his mouth. It feels like home, when his lips connect with mine. Everything in my life doesn't make sense to me, but this does.
Things start to speed up very quickly, I find his hand gripping on my person. His hands find every nook and cranny of me. Likes he's trying to memorize every part, crevice and bump I may have, burning me in his mind.
Our tongues fight with each other, almost like they did the night we made out on the couch. Sometimes, that night plays in my head like a movie. I miss this, the feel of his hands roaming my body, and his soft lips on my smooth neck. My hands pulling at his hair and him groaning and moaning effortlessly.
"God Quinn, I missed you so much you. No matter how much I get from you, it's never enough, your never enough." He whispers in my ear as his hands grip my butt, I let out a soft gasp. He takes notice of this and chuckles. "I miss your smell, your hips and especially your ass." His grip becomes stronger. I bite on my bottom lip.
"Alexander." I breath, not being able to say anything else. He lets out a grumble from me saying this name so seductively. His length presses against my bare thigh, without thinking, my hand rubs his aching erection. "Your so big." I whisper. All he does is lean into my touch.
After a few minutes of touching, and with him kissing me all over, we start to lose balance and back up into my paint set. The brushes clatter onto the ground along with my smock.
I clutch onto his shoulders so I don't fall, those big sausage arms hold me close to him. "Shit." I speak.
From downstairs I hear, "Quinn honey, you ok up there?" My grandpa. I don't need him coming up here seeing me being manhandled by. . .well a man. He would have a heart attack.
Alexander doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered; he just keeps on kissing my lips now. I try to talk, to call out to my grandpa but he's distracting me. I don't want him to stop, but I need him to.
"Alexander, I- ugh I need to tell him everything's ok." His lips reluctantly move away from mine. The only thing that stays is his lingering eyes and hands. "Your hands need to move to." They move.
I walk over to the door and yell out, "Everything's fine, I-I just stumbled into my bed." I wait for a response.
"Ok honey, be careful." Immediately, I shut the door. Turning around, Alexander is standing right in front of me.
Without hesitation, he pins me against my door. Those swollen lips collide with mine, creating a world wind of feelings and emotions coming over me. I try to move my arms, but he pins them above his head. The grip is hard and strong, there's no way I'm moving unless he wants me to.
His lips leave mine and he begins speaking. I whimper from the loss of him, "When you told me, you didn't want to speak to me again, it tore me up inside. Never In my life I thought that I would meet someone that could hurt me like that." Suddenly, that great tingling feeling I once had turns to mush. To know I hurt him, hurts me.
"I-." He tells me to be quiet, and I do.
"I know that-that I shouldn't have left you like that, and that will be something I regret for the rest of my life. Meeting you changed me for the better. You make me want to be a better person; you make me feel over the moon Quinn. The things you make me feel." Those grey spec in his eyes seems to sparkle. His grip on my hands loosens up. He puts them on his chest, my eyes revert up to his.
I can hear him breathing hard, his heart beats quickly against my hands. Thump, thump, thump.
"I know that you can tell when I lie." Thump, thump, thump.
"So, I want to tell you that I love you. And not just regular love, it's the type of love that you can't explain. The type that drives you insane, mad even." Thump, thump, thump.
Feeling him so close to me, I know that he means every word that came out of his sexy mouth.
I just never thought someone would ever love me to the point where it drove them mad. That type of love just seems so rare.
"Now, you don't have to say it, I understand your feelings will come later. I just want you to know that I love you, and will always." Thump, thump, thump, thump... His forehead comes to rest on mine, we just stand there for a moment. Bathing in each other's company and essence.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks so politely.
"What have you been doing this whole time. You know you can." Those swollen lips collide with mine again. I grip my hands in his hair, trying to feel every piece of his scalp. One of his hands move to my waist while the other one spreads my legs apart. I feel air come between them, a cool air.
His hand slides in between my legs, circling my inner thigh. I squirm under his touch, he's never. . .touch me that close before. It makes me warm down there. "Your wet, aren't you?" I can barely hear him over the moans. "Answer me baby, are you fucking wet?" His voice is now rough and demanding. I nod and he grunts. "Fuck Quinn, Jesus fuck." He teeth gently bite my neck as his hand palms the door I'm currently supporting myself upon.
"Is that ok?" I ask innocently. "Does it turn you off?"
He looks bewildered, fucking feral even. "Not by a long shot, I could get turned on from you talking about integers." His eyes look down to my short skirt that's been pulled up.
"Damn these skirts. They drive me fucking insane. Seeing you struct around in them, it's hard to concentrate." His groans against my lips. "Can I confess something to you?"
"Yes."
He gulps, then proceeds, "When we weren't talking, I was lonely without you. And with loneliness brought on tons of build up sexual tension. I would go into my shower, turn the water on hot, and jack off."
I ask, my voice shaken, "To who?"
In that moment, his eyes darken like the night sky outside. "To you. I would come all over the showers walls to you. Imagines of my mouth on your sex, your hands running down my body to my cock. Your mouth on mine." His finger flicks my lips.
"Alexander, please." I beg. I gain my composure, "You wanna know who I wear these skirts for?" I ask him. He licks his lips and ask who.
I slightly laugh, "I wear them for you." This makes him even more excited.
We back up and onto my bed, he spreads my legs apart. For a minute, he stares in between my legs, his eyes darkening even more as a hard moan leaves him. I feel so... vulnerable with him looking at me like this. "I can't wait to taste you- one day."
Then, without warning, his pelvic region slams into mine while clutching my thigh. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I want you to feel how hard you make me Quinn."
I let out a breathy moan while biting on my lip. "God, you're intoxicating." He whispers, while he aimlessly kisses at my neck, I tug at his shirt.
"Take it off I want to feel you." I desperately whine out. He doesn't respond to me so I just rip it off. He takes his lips away from my neck and looks at me like I'm deranged.
"What the fuck Quinn!?" I hold in my laugh.
"Hey, it was in my way." I mock him from the last time he ripped my shirt. He smacks my thigh while gently biting on my neck.
"Bad girl."
I push him on the bed as I straddle him, shock fills his face. Before he can say anything, I engulf his mouth. Our tongues fight with dominance and eagerness. I grind against him, "You feel my wetness Alexander?" He groans as his hips lift to mine. Take that as a yes.
After kissing for way too long I let go of his lips and trace my fingers over his pecs.
"Quinneth stop before you start something you can't finish." He groans shifting under me. I can feel his. . .participle start to grow. Instead, I ignore it. I want to talk and I can't do that if I'm thinking of his- you know what.
"These tattoos are... amazing." I whisper softly. He has a dragon on his right pec and a full moon on his torso.
"You like them huh?" He starts to move his pectoral muscles.
I let out a giggle. "Stop doing that. Who gave you these tattoos?"
"A guy from my pack." He responds. My eyebrows furrow, pack as in wolfs or friends.
"Pack what is t-." Before I'm able to finish, he flips me over and begins kissing me again.
We keep on kissing for a few more minutes until I lose breath.
"Ale-." He cuts me off with his lips. I forcibly push him away. "Alex-." Again he cuts me off.
"You ok?" He asks shifting on top of me.
"Yeah, I just need to breath that's all." He rests his head on my forehead. Getting off of me he just lays back while staring.
"I need to ask you something?" I turn over to look at him. His lips are swollen from us kissing and his hair is erratic.
"What?"
"What am I to you?" I question.
"My girlfriend." He responds.
"Well, I don't want to force you into a relationship with me. I mean we have made out twice and you've seen me in my bra so it all has to mean something. I don't want to be that girl that's like 'oh-date-me-because-we-kissed', you know just let me know what you're thinking." He puts his hand over my mouth silencing me. I'm not objecting I do ramble sometimes.
"Did you not hear what I said before?" I shake my head since I can't respond.
"I said you were my girlfriend." My eyes widen.
"Oh." I guess I have a boyfriend now.
We spend the next hour just lying-in bed, me in his arms and him kissing me on my forehead. Downstairs, I can still hear the TV on, they really are determined to watch those movies. Under me I feel Alexander moving.
I clutch onto his shirt, "Where are you going?" I whine.
"I thought you were asleep, I got to get home before my parents send out a search team." He's now standing up and putting on his shoes.
"Please don't go." His eyes falter as he sees sadness come over me. Leaning down, he lifts my chin up and gives me a light, sweet kiss.
"I don't want to, but I have to." He starts to walk over to my balcony window; I rise off the bed and hold onto his arm.
Outside the balcony doors is the dark-bluish midnight sky. Millions of stars decorate the sky as the Moon is in the center. It really is a starry night.
"Wait, kiss me again." He sighs and presses a lingering kiss on mine. I grip his shirt, trying to keep the kiss going. He hesitantly pulls me away; his hand grips the wall behind me.
"Baby I really got to go, it's half past midnight." I place a few kisses on his neck, a grumble erupts inside of him. "Quinn, if I don't leave, I'm afraid something will go down. And once I get going I can't stop." I suddenly stop, getting the picture. I'm totally not ready for that.
"Fine, see you later."
"Yes, later." With one more kiss, he's out the window. I rest against the doors as I watch him run out the backyard to his car.
Man, he drives me insane. I'm one hundred percent obsessed with Alexander Ernouf Germani.
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