Stefan's blazing eyes don't leave mine as I make my way to him. I prop my knee up on the bed and pull myself up. At the same time, Stefan lifts himself up against the headboard and holds his hand out for mine. The second I place my small hand in his, he wraps his fingers around it and pulls me onto him. My knees go his sides and I am straddling his lap. I have done this before with him, but not in so little clothes. I hold myself up using my knees so we aren't touching, but Stefan isn't having it. He positions his hands on my hips and gently pushes me down. His shirt is bunched up at my sides, baring my thighs completely. I am glad I shaved my legs this morning. The second our bodies touch my stomach begins to stir. I know this happiness that I feel isn't going to last and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike to end my blissful night.
"Much better." He says and gives me a crooked smile.
I know he is drunk and that's why he is being so nice, well nice for him, but I will take it. If this is truly the last time I will be around him then this is how I want to spend it. I keep telling myself that. I can behave how ever I want to tonight with Stefan because when the daylight comes I am going to tell him to never come near me again and he will oblige. It's for the best and I know that is what he will want when he isn't intoxicated. To my defense, I am just as intoxicated by Stefan as he is by the bottle of scotch he consumed.
As Stefan continues to stare into my eyes, I begin to feel nervous. What should I do next? I have no idea where Stefan is going to take this.
He brings a hand to my face. His finger traces over my cheek bone and my eyes involuntarily close at his touch. His touch is surprisingly gentle.
I lean back a little to create about a foot of space between our chests and bring my hand up to his bare chest. I look at him for permission and he nods. I press both hand's against his chest softly and closes his eyes. My fingers trace the swallows on his chest and down to the moth on his stomach. His eyelashes flutter as I trace the scripture on his ribs. His expression is so calm but his chest is moving up and down more rapidly than it was a few moments ago. I am unable to control myself as I bring my hand down and run my index finger along the waistband of his boxers. His eyes shoot open and he looks at me nervous. Stefan, nervous?
"Can I touch you?" I ask in hopes that he gets what I mean without me having to say it. I feel detached from myself, who is this girl straddling this punk boy and cheating on my boyfriend? I think back to what Stefan said earlier about me being my true self with him. Maybe his is right. I love the way I feel right now, I love the electricity shooting through my body as he nods.
"Please." He answers and I lower my hand. I keep my hand on top of his boxers and slowly reach the slight bulge in his boxers. He sucks in a breath as I graze my hand over him. Running my fingers up and down. I am too nervous to look at him so I keep my eyes on his growing dick.
I cup my fingers around his length. He sucks breath between his lips and I look up at him through my eyelashes.
"Fuck Elena, don't do that." He growls. I still my hand and try to jerk it away.
"No, not that. Keep doing that, I mean don't look at me that way."
"What way?"
"That innocent way, it makes me want to do so many dirty things to you." He informs me and I want to throw myself back onto the bed and let him do whatever he wants. I give him a small smile and begin to move my hand again. A moan escapes from his lips and I tighten my grip on him, I want to hear that sound again. I lean in and press my lips again the skin on his neck, causing him to moan again.
"Fuck Elena, your hand feels so good wrapped around me." He says. I give him a little tighter squeeze and he winces. "Not that hard, baby" his voice is soft.
"Sorry." I say and kiss his neck again. My tongue runs over the skin along his ear and his body jumps, his hands go to my chest and he cups my breasts beneath his hands.
"Can I take off your bra?" His voice is so uncontrolled and raspy. I nod and his eyes light up in excitement. His hands are shaky as he reaches under the shirt and up my back, he unclasps my bra as soon as his fingers touch the strap and I start to think about how many times he has done that to be able to do it so quickly. I force the thoughts to the back of my mind and Stefan slides the shoulder straps down my arms, making me let go of him. As soon as the bra is gone he puts his hands up the front of my shirt and grabs ahold of my breasts again. His fingers lightly pinch my nipples as he leans forward to kiss me. I moan into his mouth and reach down to grab his length again.
"Oh Elena, I am going to cum." He says and I feel the wetness growing in my panties even though he is touching my chest. His touch is heavenly and I feel like I may cum too, just from his moans and gentle assault against my chest. His legs tense under me and kisses became sloppier, his hands drop down to my lap and I feel a wetness spread through his boxers and I pull my hand away. Stefan's head rolls back and he takes a few breaths while I sit on his thighs. His eyes open and he lifts his head back up to look at me. A lazy smile crosses my face and leans forward and kisses me on the forehead.
"I have never cum like that before." He says.
"It was bad?" I asked and try to move off of his legs. He stops me.
"What? No, you were that good. It usually takes more than someone just grabbing me through my boxers." He answers. He takes in my silence and cups my cheeks, brushing his thumb along my temple.
"What are you thinking?" He asks and I shake my head.
"I need to change my boxers" he smiles and I blush.
