“Hm?”
“Did you listen to anything I just said?” I ask. I rest my chin on her shoulder, tightening my hand on her waist. She nods. I kiss her neck lightly, inhaling her perfume and she hums. “What are you thinking about?”
She swallows, dropping her hands from her mouth. “Is this where you used to play as a kid?” she asks and it’s the last thing I was expecting.
The field that we call our backyard goes on for miles, eventually leading into a forest containing a small pond and deck. It was every little boy’s dream. It wasmydream. For a while anyway.
“Yeah,” I say. I twist us slightly, pointing east towards where my old tree house used to be. “I used to have a treehouse there. I called it the EvCave.”
She laughs a little. “That’s cute.”
I wrap both of my arms around her waist now and her hands rest on mine on top of her stomach, her head resting against mine on her shoulder. Holding her like this, where we’re not arguing, where we’re both watching the same thing, makes me feel like we’re more than what we really are. That we’re capable of more than we give ourselves credit for.
“What’s the matter, Angel?”
“Didn’t you ever get lonely?” she asks. “I mean, I had a yard as big as this and even with four brothers, I still felt alone. I couldn’t imagine what you must have felt like. Didn’t you get lost?”
“I got lost all the time, but it didn’t mean anything. My mom was the greatest until she left. She and my dad tried to make me feel special and loved, even though they swore off having any more kids,” I admit, thinking about all the days it was just the three of us.
“Do you think you would want siblings?” she asks quietly.
“Not if it would have changed who I am. People around you shape you, they make you who you are without knowing. I like who I am now. Who I am now brought me to you and I would hate to have that ruined because of the way I was brought up,” I say. She twists in my arms, turning to me as her eyes search my face. “What?” I ask, feeling suddenly nervous under her gaze.
“Nothing,” she replies, shaking her head as she looks up to me. “That was just a perfect answer.”
Some of the things that come out of this girl’s mouth completely messes up my insides. As much as she can tell me how much she hates me, she can also say sickly sweet things like that or hold my hand when I don’t ask her.
Completely overcome with the joy of being in her presence, I press my mouth to hers, letting her soften into my touch before going in harder. More frantic. Her body moves with mine, her hands curling in my hair as I take a strong hold of her delicate face, slipping my tongue into her mouth. When the warmth hits her, she moans before smiling against my mouth and I almost die. I want more of her. I need more of her all of the time. And she lets me have her.
She lets me run my hands over the curves of her waist around her back, until I can press her body flush to mine, until it feels like we’ve become one. She lets my hands search across her soft thighs, squeezing and kneading. She lets me swallow every whimper and soft moan that leaves her mouth. I pick her up as she wraps her legs around mine and I place her on the windowsill, my hips grinding into her.
“How do you make everything feel so good?” she murmurs angrily when I kiss across her neck, biting her there softly. When she’s caught up like this, she compliments me more and I love it.
“Because I know you,” I say. Her head tilts to the side, allowing me to kiss across the base of her throat while my hands inch further and further up her skirt. Her fingers curl in my hair, grabbing and pulling tightly, pressing my head further into her.
“Listen,” she pants, gasping as she pulls my head slightly to face hers. Those pretty lips are glowing pink, swollen from kissing me too hard. “I’m still learning to trust you.”
“I know,” I sigh, letting my shoulders relax. I knew this was going to come at some point. “What else is it going to take for you to trust me? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg you? Because I’ll fucking beg, Scarlett. I’d do just about anything.”
She drops her arms from my face, her hands resting on the windowsill as she studies me. She holds her chin up in challenge. “Crawl to me.”
“What?” I choke out.
“If you’re going to get on your knees and beg, you might as well do it the right way,” she says, gulping. This girl is full of surprises. “I want you to take off your shirt too.” She rubs her hands over my shoulders before dropping her gaze to where I’m hard and waiting for her. “And your pants.”
I do as she asks, stepping back from her and she drops from the windowsill, standing straight. She keeps her wild eyes trained on my chest as I shove off my white shirt, throwing it onto the floor to the side of the room. She swallows as I start to unbutton my trousers, but I pause before zipping my fly down.
“Are you sure you want this, Angel?” I ask, double checking because once we cross that line, it’s over.
“Positive,” she says, watching my hand and I zip down my trousers, my dick already hard and waiting for her as it’s finally able to breathe from the restraints of my pants. I shove them to the floor, kicking them off to the side, my socks and shoes following them until I’m in nothing but my boxers. She swallows audibly.
I walk backwards until I’m closer to the door and I get down on my hands and knees, the carpeted floor rubbing against my bare skin, and I start to crawl to her.
She watches me intently as if I’m the best fucking film she’s seen in her life. She’s smirking, clearly enjoying this, but she’s shifting too, her thighs obviously rubbing together in that skirt. Just the thought of her already wet for me makes my dick ache.
When I get to her, she watches me as I lift her heel up, undoing the straps before setting her foot down and she loses a few inches. I do the same to the other one before kissing her there and she sighs happily. She stumbles against the radiator a little as I sit back on my heels, holding her leg to kiss along her calf and up her thigh.
I continue my journey up, getting soft and sweet whimpers of my name in return. Her thighs are already sweaty and slick with her arousal and I lick every last drop that she gives me, until I get to her panties where she’s glistening for me.
