Chapter 11
Kimberley’s POV
The entire ride up passes uncomfortably, with Louis trying to make small talk and Justin having to answer questions which are actually directed at me, due to my lack of concentration and missing half the conversation. I sneak peeks at Cheryl only to find her quickly looking away every time.
She looks gorgeous.
The lift makes a noise and the doors open at the top floor. Cheryl and I are closest to the doors and I hold back to avoid an awkward moment of not knowing who should go first, not that it matters as she walks through them quickly without looking sideways at me. Egh… why do I still crave her attention?!
I follow her out, looking at the back of her head. Her hair is up and I can see the very faint scar of her removed tattoo on her neck. Not that it’s visible to anyone else. Only to me.
I softly move my finger over the red area in her neck. I hear her take in a short breath and her shoulders jerk up in pain.
“I’m sorry” I whisper.
She turns around on the bed to face me. Her eyes look watery and as she forces a smile out a tear escapes her eye.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, wiping away her tear. She sniffs.
“Not as much as before”.
She leans over and starts kissing me, pulling me towards her. I’m surprised by the passion of her kisses but feel myself getting more turned on. I move my hands up her arms and grab her face. I run them through her hair and just before moving to her neck I manage to stop myself. I snap out of it fast, realising I could’ve really hurt her just then, and I stop kissing her.
“Babe…” She’s out of breath and leans in further to try and capture my lips. I kiss her softly but feel her tongue at my bottom lip and pull away again. She looks at me in confusion.
“What?” she asks frustrated.
“I don’t want to hurt you” I respond honestly.
“You won’t” she replies quickly and moves onto her knees to get closer to me while grabbing my face once more.
“No…” she kisses me. “Baby…” another kiss. I lean back further while holding her face in my hands. “Baby I just almost did hurt you though. I can’t control where my hands go when you kiss me and you already flinched when I stroked your neck softly… imagine me grabbing it!” I let out a needed breath.
I glance up to see Cheryl seemingly deep in thought. Her eyes meet mine and her mouth moves in a way that tells me she’s suppressing a smile, because her dimples start to show. She’s so adorable!
She leans over and pushes me down by my shoulders after which she straddles me. She licks her lips slowly before speaking.
“Well… I guess you shouldn’t touch me then huh”. She drops her body sideways to the edge of the bed to open her bedside drawer.
“I know… but Cheryl you don’t understand! I can’t control myself around you” I admit, albeit while blushing. She’s back, knees on either side of my stomach.
“Oh I understand perfectly”. She lowers her upper body to kiss me. I feel myself getting wet as she takes hold of both my wrists and moves my hands over her breasts. I squeeze them gently and Cheryl lets out a soft whimper into my mouth.
Next, while pushing her tongue into my mouth, she moves my hands up, over my head and holds them in one hand. Our tongues are passionately playing with each other when I suddenly feel metal around my left wrist. As I attempt to slightly move my head to look up, the same happens to my other wrist. Cheryl pulls back abruptly and smiles triumphantly as I realise I’m handcuffed around the frame of our bed.
