Gangster Cinderella

Chapter Twenty Three:🌶Sundays Spent with You🌶

His eyes widen at my provocative suggestion, "You're serious?" He asks in a hushed tone.

I nod and he leans in to kiss me; I kiss him back slowly as we take our time to know our bodies on a more intimate level. His hands go to my uniform shirt to yank it off; he marvels at my breasts before groping one of them. I moan and that somehow urges him to squeeze them more. His eyes marvel and look upon my body with lust and even subjective admiration.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers as he gently pushes me down on the bed, "And...you're sure about this?"

I brush aside his hair and cup his cheek, "Yes, I'm sure that I want you to be my first."

He leans in and kisses me; that night he made love to me in the softest and most loving way possible. The entire time I could feel his love, compassion and attention all focused on me; and it all felt like I was basking in the sun during a rainy night.

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I wake up to find that the rain has stopped...and my lover is holding onto me tightly. I turn over and admire how his blonde hair shines in the morning sunlight. I press my hands against his bare chest to feel the rise and fall of his shallow and sleepy breaths. The movement suddenly stops and his eyes slowly open to find my curious gaze.

He yawns before saying in a sleepy tone, "Morning lover~"

I give him a chaste kiss before replying, "Morning."

His fingers trace shapes along my back, "Did you sleep alright?"

"I slept perfectly." I nuzzle closely to his neck.

"Wanna go for round two~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I whack him with a nearby pillow, "Pervert!"

"Oh you are going to get it." He says before tickling my sides.

"You jerk! Hahaha....please stop!! No more I give, I give!" I cry out, hoping Mikey would show some mercy to my sides. He stops and just sort of stares at me...almost like he's trying to commit the image to memory. "What's up? Why're you staring at me like that?"

"Well I just really want to remember this moment with you. I want to remember how you looked with the sunlight in your hair, how you smelled, the sound of your voice and the way your skin felt. I want to remember this moment forever." His fingers gently move a stray strand of brown hair out of my face.

I wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent, "It really is the perfect morning."

"It's only perfect because you're here." He says before combing his fingers through my tangled bedhead.

"What do you wanna do today? It is Sunday after all."

"This."

"I was thinking about something out of bed ya dingus." I playfully reply before kissing his neck.

"Fine, fine. What would you like to do, since you're the one wanting to get out of bed." He rests his hand on the swell of my hip.

"Book shopping."

"You can't be serious."

"I am though! Please, I want to get this specific book."