First story;
Feedback appreciated
- isa xx
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Ethan holds the brunette girl's heart in his hands, and yet, he doesn't seem to realise it.
She pushes his hair out of his face so that she can just see his eyes and somehow it makes her forget about everything else. Delilah sits over him. He's tangled in satin sheets with a crooked smile on his face. It makes her feel okay, because he moves his head just enough so that his lips can melt into her own. The kiss feels lazy and luxurious. They inhale together, exhale, inhale, in and out, out and in, until not even the trees outside can remember what happened in the park yesterday. Even as Delilah kisses him, she can't help but think she wants more- more like she can't get enough, and never will be able to get enough. Because that's more than what Ethan is willing to offer.
She liked the way he had hair the colour of dust, that seemed to grow without a plan. She also liked his smile, a grin that came out of nowhere and left the same way. She liked his freckles, the small scar that nicked his cheek and she liked his tattoos. There was a lot to be said about him.
"Del." Ethan's breathing is becoming ragged and his lungs are borderline painful. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Hmph?" It's a small mumble. Not something he hears easily. But his breath is on her mouth again. Her heart is racing and she is making his own hurt even more. They're both clinging on to some kind of cruel reality, the kind of reality that only exists in storybooks, that only Delilah truly believes in. She's pulling him closer and he wraps his arms around her. "I, I want you."
To which he nods. It's all so easy to give in. It's easy to trust in her. It's all so easy, easy, easy.
Delilah draws slow circles across his body with her fingers. She traces a line up to his chest and his breath stops. There's slow kisses. Her hand slowly lifts up his shirt. He's in her ear, kissing and teasing. Sweet nothings. They keep going. Ethan's hand is a little too far up her shirt. Her fingers are a little too close to the waistband of his jeans.
He is so easy with her, so light in his yet weighty touches. She doesn't know where he finds the balance, but she is grateful for it. Delilah thinks that maybe he is only careful because he thinks she might break, and though she wants to shout that she isn't fragile she is grateful for his thoughts of care.
"I love you," He mutters out lowly, as the brunette reaches out to squeeze his thigh. She's not sure he truly means it the way she does. The contact wasn't even skin to skin, with Delilah's warm hand lying on top of his torn jeans. But they were only one later of clothing apart. One barrier apart. "No matter what."
Delilah's thoughts ran rampant through her head. Ethan doesn't get to march back in, she had told herself that time and time again. He doesn't get to fit himself through the gap, the space she had reserved, made for him and left empty, then come back whenever he liked. Except no one fit that space like he did, the way he could.
So she kisses him and he kisses her back.
Ethan and Delilah are kissing, touching and kissing. Her handiwork has Ethan's shirt on the hotel floor. He's pulling at her dress and Delilah doesn't resist. Her red dress is on the floor now next to his shirt. She's wearing a pretty lacy black bra and matching panties. Thankful for her choice, she blushes as she takes his pants off. Her hand smooths over Ethan's fly. She pops open the button and drags down the zipper. Delilah can feel the swell of his cock as it presses up against her hand.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god-" she whispers to herself, her fumbling hands feel more unsure than she has ever been. She tugs, earning gasps from Ethan as he bites out, "Fuck, Delilah. I don't know if this-" he mumbles the rest incoherently through clenched teeth. She's sure he is becoming more nervous.
