they had been talking about this of and on through text for a while now, but helena hadn’t thought that things would come to fruition so soon. her phone had gone off again, lighting up in the dark of her living room; another text from javi. the words on the screen read simply: ‘when can i see you?’ and she typed back a quick: ‘whenever you want.’ in response. fast forward to an hour later and there he is, laid out over top of her on her couch and breathing soft moans into her mouth.
cheeks are flushed the way they always are when she’s reached far past the point of just being flustered; hot to the touch and blossomed a rosy pink. he tastes like pot and candy and she dives her tongue in further to have more of him along the tops of taste buds. there comes a moment though, when thick thighs are parted for him and he bucks into her that she thinks that maybe she wants more. the thought has always been there, ever since the first time he’d made his way through a crowd at that party, searching her out. his face is still bruised from his last fight and fingers run across his skin like she’s trying to will the hurt to leave him. whether it works or not, there’s something on his end that makes him pause to look at her. she takes in a breath between them, her own honey-kissed eyes focusing in on him through the dark and he whispers something about wanting to taste her that she can’t wrap her mind around without her breathing starting to sputter.
he waits and she nods, plush tiers parting to offer him a verbal green light before things start to move in slow motion and her heart swells in it’s cage. atop of the couch, she slides against cushions, his fingers looping around the tops of pajama pants and tugging them over the swell of her hips. even in the dark, she can see the want in his eye, and every now and again when the tv flashes a wash of color, she’s offered a glimpse into the way he takes in the sight of her before him.
she is bare and wanting and terrified, but eager while she watches his descent, his lanky form bending in a way that has him holding on to thick thighs like pillows around his head as he parts them further and dives in. bending up, she watches the way he moves his open mouth along her buxom form, leaving behind a trail of kisses and nips in his wake. it’s not until his mouth delves lower that she releases a gasp that leaves her head dizzy. warm and wet, his tongue brushes along that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of lower lips. toes curl, a handing finds it’s way into riotous curls and tugging while hips roll upward to meet him. it’s ten seconds in, and she’s a goner.
