The third person he ever told that story to. Her face flushed in response, she felt extraordinarily special being included in this exclusive ‘club’. She found herself staring into his gleaming eyes, getting lost in the pools of gold that swirled around his pupil. When he leaned in, it took her a second to redirect her attention from his eyes to his lips. Then he paused instead of kissing her. Why must he tease her. Lily bit her bottom lip, eager to close the gap between them.
A surprised breath left her as his lips met her jaw, tilting her head in the direction of the gentle grip he had on her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breaths came and went unevenly. The hair pulling didn’t hurt, but it was certainty tight enough to send chills throughout her body. Enough to turn her on more than she expected. Lily slid her hands from his shoulders so she could grab his sweatshirt that lay loosely on his chest. If he continued to touch her like this, she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to handle the whole “hanging out innocently” thing they had going on in this moment. It seemed as if he was looking for something else to do…
" Why don't we put the pictures aside and focus on the present?"
Her eyes reopened at his suggestion, ’Finally!’ She thought, happy that her suspicions turned out to be true. Lily delicately reached up to trace her thumb across his lips, green eyes scanning them hungrily, “Oh?” She had a teasing tone to her voice at his suggestion. As leaned back continuing his question, she raised an eyebrow, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Hmm…” Lily started to pretend like she had to think about it. She looked up to the ceiling and brought her index finger to her lips, tapping them lightly, “I’d say--” Her voice trailed off, she flashed her gaze into his, her eyes narrowing in on him playfully. Without a second thought or another word Lily tugged on his sweatshirt to pull herself into him, keeping the fabric tight in her grip while she kissed him.It was noticeably deeper this time, her lips parted promptly. After a minute, she broke the contact, her chest rising with each deep breath as she settled herself. Lily felt as if her cheeks were on fire. She smiled at him with hooded eyes, then released his shirt and instead let her fingers walk up his chest, then she flattened her hand and pushed him backwards, so he was laying on the bed.
With an enticing, “--Yes,” Lily finished her sentence, then climbed on top of him, straddling her knees on either side of his hips. She was quick to lower her body and meet his lips, savoring every second they were having. Lily wasn't sure if this was going to be just another steamy make out session, he was good at making her wait. A little too good. He had to know that every part of her being wished the waiting was over. But she understood him, he was respectful, and she knew he didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was in a negative head space. But she wasn’t in a bad place anymore, and he didn’t seem like he was either.
Lily broke the kiss and straightened her body; she could feel heat begin to center between her legs. Her eyes trailed down his body then flicked back up to him as "improper" thoughts slithered to the forefront of her mind. Her fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt as she continued to gaze down at him, “Take this off.”
