Hot and bothered - Castielās POV - episode 13 (NSFW)
I was so glad to take her back home with me I almost did not consider what she may think of my actions. Is she doubting the fact that we could ever have a normal relationship? Is she wondering whether or not all of our dates will end up like this one? I can read her like an open book, but when she tells me she wishes all her Sunday nights could resemble this one, I decide to believe in her lie.
The next thing I know, Iām kissing her passionately. I canāt stop myself from thinking about the night I spent with her, then stupidly convinced that it would be enough for me to take her off my every thought. I remember how scared I was to loose her a second time, when I ran to meet on her campus, waiting for her to arrive like a maniac. I want all of her.
Ā«Ā You know, that so-called one night stand was good, but I wouldnāt mind a one life standā¦Ā Ā»
I tell her between two avid kisses, surprised by the words Iāve just pronounce. I can see sheās surprised, too, and in a sudden Iām terrified that she may laugh about the idea of an endless us. On the contrary, she smiles from ear to ear, as if these words were the ones she needed to believe in me, in our relationship. She kisses me even harder, and I want all of her.
God, Iām so hot and bothered. I hesistate an instant, not wanting to sacrifice her fresh confidence by telling her Iām dying to make love to her. I would definitely hate myself from sending the wrong message and fuck everything up like I did the other night. I want to tell her that I love her, but I just canāt make a sound. Is it too soon to tell her that I love her? Did she even like that night as much as I did or did she agree to stay because she thought it was the only way to have me close?
She replies to my inner-thoughts, stopping our kiss and breaking the silence of the room:
Ā«Ā You know, we canāt set our expectations too high. All nights canāt be as amazing as our little affair was.Ā Ā»
Amused and sexually aroused, I answer:
She doesnāt have time to fully open her mouth to give her response that my tongue is already in it. I bite her bottom lip, forcing a groan out of her. She grabs my hair and pulls it gently, moving my mouth away from hers. She looks at me in the eyes, golden against grey, and the only thing I know for sure is that sheās the most beautiful apparition on earth.
Ā«Ā You played with me last night, now let me play with you.Ā Ā»
She doesnāt even wait for my agreement before pushing me on my bed. Iām about to disagree and tell her I canāt take all the pleasure to myself, but her burning hands on my abs, taking off my shirt, talk me out of it.
Her path of kisses becomes more and more lustful when she undo the buttons of my pants, approaching my pubis. One second after, my virility in her mouth and I tell her things so dirty I should be ashamed. But her going and coming movements, faster and faster on my penis, tells me that she loves it. She looks at me, her eyes darken by excitement, her tongue doing its ways on my erection, and Iām soon on the edge. When she realizes Iām about to come, she stops, and Iām relieved because it means that she, too, wants more.
She stands up, and starts to strip, following the sound of the music playing in the background. Her eyes donāt leave mine, and this is a vision that will forever be etched into my memory. I donāt know if I realize it know, or if I always knew, but sheās the girl of my dreams.
When sheās completely naked, looking like a Goddess, she guides me to her wet entrance to ride me. I donāt know what I like the most about this position: the fact that I can play with her nipples with my right hand or caress her rosebud with the other. Or maybe itās her head bent over mine, her short breath and her whining. Iām crazy about her, and she doesnāt need to do much to take me to seventh heaven.
Through a fortunate chain of circumstances, the song she inspired me to write back in high school resonate in my condo when we both reach our climax. She then lies next to me, and I gently touch her hair, still short of breath. I canāt help but smile when I smell it: she must have kept buying the perfume I once gave her as a gift, and Iām in love with this idea. Iām in love with her.
The lyrics sing what I donāt have the guts to say to her: Ā« (ā¦) like a rose tattoed on my skin, I love you through thick and thinĀ Ā»
Then, as she cuddles up to me, already sleepy, I promise myself: Iāll tell her soon.
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