"I Rushed This, We Moved Too Fast And Tripped Into The Guestroom"
Chapter 14/?
Sorry it's so short. The chapter....... not anything else........*shame* lol
He keeps pushing you back and you don't know where you're walking so you have to trust him, and it only kind of fails you once when he backs you into the edge of the coffee table and he separates his mouth from yours, mumbles a breathy 'sorry', readjusts his route to his room and then puts his lips back on yours.
You get caught up on the wall next to his bedroom door because he wants you undressed by the time you get into his room and onto his bed and you don't know why you're surprised that he's the same guy, that was so gentle and caring with you two years ago because now he's fast and rough and it's not like he hasn't done all of this without you. He moved on in a different way and he knows what he's doing and you're okay with that and you want the same things he does right now so both of your clothing is left on the other side of the door.
Your hands match the way his are moving, they change from his shoulders to the side of his face to his chest and down his stomach and his are on your thighs, and your neck and in your hair and on your hips and it's all very fast and frenzied and you're having a hard time breathing when he kisses that spot on your neck and you gasp out his name cause it's all that you can manage to do and when he sees the effect that he has on you he stands closer, so it's skin against skin and his tongue presses flat to your soft skin and when he pulls away he gives you a dark sexy smile before hes got you back on the bed.
This time instead of being laid carefully down you're being pressed into it because he's heavy on you and you can't stop him or tell him to move because he's pretty much perfect where he is.
His fingers dig into your skin at your hips and your arms and they curl around your jaw as he kisses you, his mouth hot and open against yours and it's messy and confusing and you get lost in what's happening at one point because you're trying to think about where he is and where you are but he brings you back when he starts to move in you.
And then he's all you can think about and all that you can feel and he's saying your name and his vioce is husky and raspy and you can't hold on for very long because this is nothing like you thought it would be if you ever got a second chance with him. But you're more then okay with that when your body arches into his and your moaning his name into his ear.
And you can't decide if he was right when he said that it gets better the more you do it because your second time is so much different than your first time.
Same guy, different everything else.
When it's over, faster then the last time, he lies next to you and the pads of your fingers trace over the slight indentations that his fingernails have somehow managed to stamp into your skin.
His chest is rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath and you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you fix your stare on the ceiling.
"I still don't know if I love you." He says between breaths.
You wince, your whole body aches at what he just said and you close your eyes and keep them like that this time. But you get what he's doing. He trying to do what you asked him to.
"Is that you trying to make me hate you?" You say and you're trying to catch your breath as well.
"Yes."
You bite your lip and shut your eyes tighter. "I don't think it's working."
You hear him sigh. "Oh, thank god."
Now you're squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears.