Faye
I stretch my arms and legs so much that every joint in my body starts cracking, releasing some of the dull pain I feel - except the aching sensation between my legs that seems to persist.
Taking off the blanket, I try to swing my feet out of the bed, but my muscles are sorer than I anticipated. Last night was like nothing I've ever experienced before. I did many things in my life, some of which I'm not proud of, but feeling my body too sore from sex is a first for me.
I imagined he'd be good in bed by the way he dances, but he took me on a different journey, exceeding all my expectations. I never thought being consumed by someone would feel so damn good.
This morning he loved every last inch of me, from my head to my toes, as if the previous night counted for nothing. He was right. The lights not working made everything seem more romantic than I thought, especially after he lighted up a few candles here and there.
If having sex in the living room was rough, not to call it savage, it felt like we almost made love when we went to the bedroom. Covered by the bedsheets, he showed me a different side of him, with slow and tender moves, yet thirsting over my touch but more delicate.
He worshipped my body in ways I did not imagine existed.
As well as this morning, when he woke me up with soft kisses on my shoulder and a hard boner on my back. It drives me crazy how much delicacy he shows when he's not the bad boy who only fucks. Not that I don't like his other personality, but it seems unreal how I get to see both of them in such a short time.
He walks out of the shower, completely naked with drops of water rolling over his skin, leaving me breathless as I stare at him. I love the fact that he feels so comfortable coming in wearing Adam's clothes, whereas I still tend to cover myself from time to time.
"You look so good when you're wet," I find myself talking without any filter.
"Likewise," he winks, glaring at my naked core.
Distracted by his beautiful tattooed sleeve and outstanding veins decorating his muscular arm, I start licking my lips unconsciously. That freaking tattoo made me lose my mind the first time I saw him.
"Why do you have to be so hot?" I take a few steps closer to him, grazing my fingers over his arm.
"Stop talking like this. It turns me on, and I'll fuck you right here, right now." he grabs my ass, squeezing it tightly.
"Oh, no. Please don't," I chuckle, brushing my lips against his.
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Gold Dust || JJK
Fanfiction"I can't fucking breathe without you, Faye. You mean everything to me." Why does this sound better than I love you? It took me this long to realize that he was serious. Now that I look at him, I understand. The never-ending saga between us and the h...
