Needing Adelaide | ✓

18 ~ Mine

*Mature Content*
16+
(Mild)

Adelaide

I feel my whole body tremble in Jonathan's embrace. I've wanted to kiss him for as long as I can remember. After I realized I liked him, that feeling became stronger. I want to melt into him. To feel nothing but him and for us to be consumed, enraptured by each other.

He told me he wished he kissed me sooner and I couldn't agree more. If I knew it was this earth shattering, this mind numbingly euphoric, I'd kiss him every moment I could get.

I smile down at him, still hovering above his lap. My hands unsteady, I slide them from his shoulders to the base of his head, my thumbs rubbing his jaw. I let out in a throaty whisper, "I would've loved if you kissed me sooner. I've been dreaming about it honestly." My eyes fixed on his glossed lips, moistened my our kiss.

I feel Jonathan shiver, an impure giddy feeling flooding my stomach. Feeling brave, I lower my face to his. I flick my eyes to his, "Can I....can I try?" My lips brushing his as I talk, "I want to check something."

Jonathan's breath hitches, "Mhmm." He hums lowly, closing his eyes when I connect our lips.

His lips are so soft, molding to mine perfectly. I move my lips on his, shifting my head. He follows my lead as I kiss him, using my tongue like how he did earlier. After a moment, I pull back. I look at his lips and get filled with a need to do something.

I lean in, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. The feeling and taste is so addictive. Jonathan groans, his hips bucking up towards mine. I release it with a pop, raising back up above him.

Jonathan released a ragged breath, "Where did you learn to do something like that?"

I feel my face get hot, "I-I'm not living under a rock, I've heard things. I've just always wanted to know what that f-felt like."

He rubs circles on some exposed skin on my waist, "If they feel like that, feel free to test anything you're curious about on me. I'm free whenever," he whispers, chuckling under his breath.

I groan out of embarrassed frustration, resting my forehead on his. He just smiles adoringly at me, my heart gripping tight.

We got swept up in the atmosphere, our lust for each other fueling our actions. I'm worried about how this will change our relationship. I know I don't want to be just friends. I need more, I can't be around him and not want to kiss him, monopolize him. Any thoughts of him with someone other than me causes a rush of jealousy into my veins. I'm not generally a jealous person. I appreciate what I have and accept what I don't. It is what it is. Life is cruel.

But Jonathan? I want him.

He must noticed my mood shift because his hand brushes my hair behind my ear. "You okay?"

I lean my head into his hand, "What happens now."

His brows furrow, "What do you mean?"

I turn my head down, "We kissed."

"We did."

I meet his eyes again, "What does that make us?"