Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

 

Our lips moved as if synching with the music of their own. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more because I couldn’t get enough of her. She smiled against my lips, her cheeks turning scarlet, as I run the back of my palm over them, feeling the smoothness. “Beautiful” I couldn’t stop myself from saying that and I didn’t regret it.

 

“Dance with me.” She looked up at me surprised. Her beautiful big eyes were wide as she peered at me in question. I dipped my head low, near her ears. “I'm not much good at it, but I want to try everything with you. Even if it means dancing.”

 

I offered my hand to her, which she took with a small shy smile on her face, and I couldn’t be happier.

I won't stop getting butterflies
I get 'em every time
I look into your eyes
You won't stop running through my mind

For the rest of our lives
You give me butterflies
And I keep on getting
Butterflies

 

Our feet danced on the floor, my one arm wrapping around her waist, and the other holding her hand in the air. She had her other hand resting on my shoulders, and I could directly look into her eyes.

 

Gorgeous. Nothing could compare to the feelings I was getting inside. May it be the cliché butterflies people say or whatever, but I was having my heart thudding against my chest hard.

 

I still fall in love with you
Every time I see your eyes
It takes me back to the first time
I saw you smile
They told us we were young and dumb
We didn't know about love
Now look at all the things we've become

 

Her eyes held magic, a beautiful one. A long thread of poetry, defined with words and emotions so deep engraved, that it was difficult for even me to know the chasm in her. The profundity of her soul and her emotions.

 

I love you.

 

The words were upfront on my lips, threatening to be out, but I didn’t have the courage yet again like the small schoolboy to tell her how I felt. That she wasn’t just someone I adore so much, but love also.

 

Our steps matched so well that for a second it felt like we have practiced this before. I did falter sometimes, but she would just laugh, and shake her head before taking up my hands and going back to dancing, barefoot on the kitchen floor.

 

It was so intimate, as I gazed back at her, hearing her sweet laugh and expression. “I adore you so much,” I whispered when the last lyrics of the song were playing. My forehead rested against her. “Me too.”

 

I couldn’t wait any longer to cup her face and place my lips against her again. She tasted the same again, sweet and addictive but every time she felt tenfold better than the previous.

 

My hands, having a mind of their own, run-down slipping under that sexy dress of hers, as my tongue entered into her mouth. “This dress will have the death of me.” She giggled as my fingers run over her exposed skin, her thighs, and butt. She gasped when I placed my lips against her throat.

 

I plastered her against the wall, my arms coming around trapping her in between. Her eyes looked up at me, so cute questioning as if to know what I was planning.

 

I smirked before dipping my head low and kissing all over her throat and neck before reaching the valley of her boobs. My lips pressed down kisses as my tongue swirled on the V of her dress. She shuddered, her arms gripping my shoulders, her body lasting more against the wall, giving me more access.

 

My fingers ran up, till they reached the elastic of her panties. I looked up at her as if questioning but she was already nodding. I looked for any hesitancy and when I found none, my fingers wrapping around the bands, pulled it down and slipped it out from her legs.

 

I rolled it and placed it inside my pants pockets. “We can’t lose that.” Her cheeks went even redder as she bit her lips.

 

“Let’s go upstairs. I can’t wait to taste you.” She nodded and before she could walk, I carried her in my arms as her hands went around my neck for support.

 

“I can walk just fine.” I smiled at her, walking up the steps.

 

“I know, but I just wanted to do that.”

 

••••

 

DELILAH

By the time we were in the bedroom, I had already made up my mind. There was no one I wanted to do that with except Damien. And I knew after more than one and a half months of therapy, I had gotten better at facing my fears.

 

And the first step to detangle me from the cords of the past was to do what my heart desired the most, and without the fear, I was having.

 

He placed me on the bed so tenderly, her arms still around me. My eyes fell on my undies sticking out of his pockets and remembered I was not wearing anything down.

 

My cheeks flustered and he must have noticed that, because I could hear his deep chuckle, making me throb my south. I gulped already feeling the desire rising. I peered through my lashes to see him losing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

 

He dropped near me, his lips almost touching me. “Shouldn’t we be having dinner first?”

 

His lips in a handsome smirk, “I'm already going to do that, sweetheart.” He lifted his broad hands and his fingers brushed over my swells. Lifting my dress, his warm palms grazed over my thighs, before traveling further inside.

 

“Did you wear this for me, baby?” I bit my lips, nodding timidly. I did wear it for him. I didn’t know if he would have liked it or not but I guessed once in a while one should take some risks. He growled, his mouth placing sloppy kisses everywhere on me. He dipped his head in the valley of my breasts, nuzzling in there.