《Black Beanie ✓》20 | Are you trying to provoke me princess?
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sex
/sɛks/
(chiefly with reference to people) sexual activity, including specifically sexual intercourse.
Mature content. I know some dirty underage people are reading.
But don't worry I'm not a snitch [Wink wink]
I couldn't sleep. My eyes wouldn't shut. No matter how hard I tried, I counted sheep, I went in my phone, I forced my eyes closed but I just couldn't. I was feeling so tired but I wasn't. I look besides me and see Maria knocked out snoring loudly. Her arm was flung across the bed and her bed covers were missing.
I stood up and covered her with her bed sheets since it was on the floor. Slipping on a pair of slippers, I grab my key card and leave the room. I can't believe in doing this. I walk towards Blake's suite which was at the end of the hallway. Wishing the door was open I pulled the handle down to find it locked. I knock on the wooden door a few times before hearing a groan. Then footsteps. The door flings open and my eyes widen when I see him half naked.
His body was a body that a man would dream for days. His shoulders were wide, his biceps were the size of my head containing thousands of tattoos that scattered around his body. I looked down and saw a huge tattoo saying '1992' before it was overthrown for his outlines, tanned and then my eyes trailed down.... "I feel very violated princess," my eyes shoot up and link with his Ivey blue one. He smirks and I see his hair in a huge mess.
"I can't sleep..." I whispered noticing how stupid I sound, he looks at me up and down and I sigh nodding my head understanding what he meant. I whispered a small goodnight before turning around. I feel my arm being tugged.
"Come on," he whispered back as he opened the door wide enough for me. I walked inside and hear him close it. Turning I noticed him staring at me. What the hell- My eyes widen when I noticed I was only wearing a red laced bra and a pair of cycling shorts. I grabbed the towel from the chair and wrapped it around my body. "Fuck I completely forgot I was wearing this."
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"I mean I'm not complaining and..." he walks towards me and removed the towel from my grasp throwing it back into the chair. He bends his head down slightly. "You look pretty hot right now...But I'm tired so I'm going to go back to sleep,"
He was wearing Calvin Kelvin shorts but I noticed him grab another pair of basketball short and slip them on. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He says, I smile slightly pushing a lock of my hair behind my ears.
He opens the covers indicating for me to get in. Oh my god. I walk towards him and slide inside the huge bed. I stare at the wall and turn my head to see him doing the same. "Why can't you sleep?"
"I have so much on my mind I guess, do you ever fear that one day you're going to sleep and never wake up..." I ask.
"I don't fear death for myself, but I fear death of people close to me...like my mum." He speaks.
"Why would you fear death for your mum?"
"Personal issues I guess, not something I'd like talking about." I nod my head deciding not to pressurise him into speaking. I feel my hands being touched by his as I turn my head on the pillow slowly.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" I don't know why but I just felt like asking him these kinds of questions. After he took my first kiss away, I have been falling for him a little.... okay a lot. I want to know more about him, he's very closed off. Is it normal for me to be feeling this way?
"Once but that was ages ago and the biggest regret of my life." He muttered, his fingers grazed my own before bringing it up towards the ceiling as we begin playing around whilst talking.
"What happened if you don't mind me asking?"
"She cheated on me with my so-called best friend. He always had some sort of crush on her and I knew it so I decided to date her for jokes but ended up falling for her. Then she cheated on me with him." I can hear that it hurt him a lot by the way his voice turns dark. I rest my hands on his cheeks and made sure for him to look me in the eyes. His eyes. Argh his gorgeous eyes.
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"She's a fucking idiot if she lost you,"
"But if she didn't, I wouldn't have been speaking to you right now." I knew I was blushing crimson; I see his thumb as it slowly drags across my lips. "I really want to kiss you..."
"So then kiss me." I shot right back, he smiled and smashes his lips onto my own. I kiss him back as his hands interlock with my hair, my head hits the pillow and I feel him slowly shuffle closer to me me. I feel his tongue gliding across my lips taking each and every savory moment. His minty breath intoxicated my senses.
My hands glide on his back as his hands begin trailing on my waist feeling my bare skin. "You're perfect..." he whispers into my mouth. My hands reached the back of his hair as he slowly shuffled on top of me. I feel his naked body being pressed against my own as his hands trail underneath my bra. As easy as it was he unclipped it with one hand and threw it onto the floor leaving me half naked beneath him.
His fingers surrounded my breast flicking my nipple side to side as he bends his head down slowly and sucks slowly onto my nipple. I gasp as I felt tingles shoot right through my stomach, he used his other hands and pressed it onto my left breast to give it the same attraction.
His lips slide down my stomach leaving small kisses as he reached the top of my cycling shorts, he slowly dragged it down with his finger showing my black lace underwear. "Are you trying to provoke me princess?" His tired voice was showing and my heart was beatify out of my chest for it.
He spreads my legs slowly bending it, his fingers slip of my pants before I grabbed onto his wrist to stop him. "We don't have to do this, if you don't feel comfortable."
"No, It's just that...I have never done this before." I whispered, i have never been bare in front of a man before. This was my first time, I wasn't ashamed of my body, I knew I wasn't perfect but I felt it. With my stomach showing a little belly and stretch marks all over my thighs I loved them.
I see a smile forming onto his lips, "good, all this is for me then." I let out a soft chuckle before he ripped of my pants. "I'm going to be your first tonight."
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It's been nearly three hours and I could sleep but I was scared, scared I wasn't going to wake up and leave this perfect life. Blake slept soundly in between my legs as his head was resting on my stomach. My hands dived into his curls as I stroked them out using my fingers as a brush.
"One day, you're going to hate me...you're going to regret wasting your time on me. One day I'm going to finally have the courage to tell you...but that will break both of us apart...I'm so sorry for whatever is going to happen in the future...but now I have something to fight for...that something is you Blake."
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