I don't even know anyone else who could remember my favourite flowers like that or the memories attached to it.
Why must she do this? Why must she make my heart beat like this? Why can I not form any thoughts around her?
She goes from hating me one moment to doing things like this, is it just because she's a good person? My brain has gone from hating her mere presence to being completely blank around her. We're supposed to be enemies with benefits, nothing more, nothing less.
Why is she torturing me like this?
I let out a deep, disgruntled sigh. “I really fucking hate you.”
She looks utterly confused at my words, maybe even slightly affronted. Until I put the flowers on the small table next to the front door and pull her into my arms, kissing her.
I can't wait any longer, no one's here. It's time to start making good on our deal.
I walk her backwards, using my free hand to close my front door and pushing her against it. She gasps into my mouth and moves her hands towards my waist, pulling me closer.
Kissing Adaline has become so customary when we are in our homes, like it's second nature. It's starting to feel like second nature even outside of the comfort of my own home and that's dangerous.
She tastes like minty toothpaste and watermelon ChapStick, but most of all, she tastes like herself; the best taste on the planet. My hands wander over her body as I slip my tongue in her mouth, our kisses becoming sloppier and hotter by the second.
“Don't you think I deserve a little reward for passing?” I murmur against her lips, detaching for just a second.
I don't have to worry about anything in my own home. I can ask for whatever I want and do whatever she wants me to do. I can be as filthy as I desire.
She stares deeply into my eyes as I rest my forehead against hers.
My hands wander inside her jacket, caressing her waist and tugging at her body, teasing her relentlessly, but also desperately trying to refrain from ripping her clothes off.
“Yeah …” Adaline says in a low tone, but then her face morphs into worry, “I think you do, but what about your maids?”
I chuckle darkly. “I gave them time off.” I lean closer to her, hovering over her lips. “We have the whole house to ourselves.”
I actually gave them time off as soon as my mother left for her business trip. I always do that. Of course, without my mother's knowledge. Thank God I did, otherwise the maids would have had front row tickets to me eating Adaline out.
Adaline bites her lip, smirking at my response and before I know it, she plants her lips back onto mine, while picking me up at the same time. Reflexively, I gasp and wrap my legs around her waist as she holds me tightly.
For someone who despises working out, she sure is strong; it's so sexy.
She continues kissing me while walking me towards and up my stairs and it's the hottest thing alive. We almost trip a few times going up the stairs and I find myself giggling against her lips as she does the same.
I don't let go of her though and neither does she. She isn't like me—someone who lets go when they're afraid. At least, one of us is strong enough to keep holding on.
We eventually reach my bedroom and I continue kissing her, open mouthed, as her hand grips my ass tightly. She walks me towards my bed and I feel myself falling onto the bed as she falls on top of me, carefully.
I love this—having her on top of me. She detaches her lips from mine and stares at me carefully.
“Are you sure?” she asks me gently, her hands caressing my face.
Am I sure? My whole body is in agony when I'm not around her, when I'm not touching her or when she's not touching me. I feel like I could burst into a pit of flames if she doesn't screw me right now. I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything else in my entire life.
I nod enthusiastically. “I am, are you?”
“Always.”
Just those words are enough to make me wetter than I already am. This is really happening, we're gonna explore each other's bodies in a deeper way than we have before.
I should be nervous—I am slightly—but I feel like I know her body like the back of my hand and she knows mine too.
Better than anyone.
