"Okay," she said softly, sliding her hands away from my face as if she's been turned off. Like she was disgusted or even disappointed. I reached for her hand as she walked away from me. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry. Besides, I had a surprise for you, but you kinda ruined it. So, now I have to figure out another way to surprise you."
Fuck! I hate lying to her. But I really did hope that we could go to the beach.
"I don't like surprises," she said. What the actual fuck! Can't I do anything right? Who doesn't like surprises? It's ridiculous. What am I going to get her for our one year anniversary? Or for Christmas? Or our wedding? Fuck! My subconscious is already making plans to make her my wife.
"Kidding," she said as she started giggling. My face's muscles started to relax, but frustration was pulsing through my veins. Damn. She had this naughty look in her eyes and it turned me on big time. As if it wasn't enough that I already saw her naked and that I couldn't touch her.
"Amabel Avery," I started, "are you deliberately provoking me? Or do you just think that you're really funny?"
She started backing up a little by little and then she ran. I ran after her, up the stairs and into my room. That was a huge mistake.
"Nowhere to go, Miss Avery? I think you need to be taught a lesson," I said walking slowly towards her as she kept backing up until she was trapped between me and the wall. Her breathing picked up and I saw her legs becoming trembling.
"Why, Miss Avery, I haven't even spoken a word and already you're, uh, madly overdozed by me," I said and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I love it." She lifted her head to the ceiling as if she was finding it hard to breathe... to open her lungs as big as possible. I love the effect I have on her. It's so fucking hot.
"Amabel, control your breathing. I only have so much control before I-"
"Before you what?" she asked, challenging me.
"Now you're provoking me... Alright, I'll tell you before what," I said and went to her ear. "Well, for starters, I would run my fingers all over your legs and then your thighs. And maybe if I wanted to, I will start digging my fingernails in that beautiful, soft and tanned skin of yours. And as I do that, I will feast on your neck, kissing, little bit of licking and biting." Now her breathing picked up more.
"Want to know more?" I asked with a smirk on my face. I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust and desire.
"Yes," she choked out, moaning a little bit.
"After that, I'll slowly pick you up into my arms and carry you to that bed. Laying you down, I could only imagine now how you would be spread out onto the bed, just for me. You'll be lying there. Not making a sound. Lying absolutely still. Waiting... Wanting... For me... For more. I'll put you on my lap and start by taking off this shirt and I won't even bother with the buttons. Then... I'm sorry... Wanna know more?" I asked her again.
She couldn't breathe. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. Her legs were trembling with desire. She wants this. Just as much as I do. But I know that she's not ready to give herself to me. Maybe she did with someone else? If I ever find that man, I'll kill him. He touched what was mine.
She nodded her head, barely keeping it all together. "Your legs getting a bit heavy?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed out. Fuck! She is so turned on right now. I can't wait...
"Want me to tell you more?" I asked her again. She was utterly under my control. Her breathing only invited me more. To say more. But the more I said, the more I needed to control myself. Maybe I should stop? But I want her to know what I'll do to her when she does come to me.
She grabbed onto my neck to keep herself balanced. "Laying you down on the bed, I'll kiss every single square inch of your body, going down, down, down. Taking off your jeans and leaving you completely in just your underwear.
She moaned out loud and licked her dry lips from breathing too much. "No, Amabel. Don't bite your lip," I said and kissed her softly, taking her bottom lip between mine, freeing it from her teeth's hold. She tasted so good.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" I asked with a deep voice.
"For biting my lip."
"Are you allowed to bite your lip?" I asked.
"No, I'm not."
"Who is the only one who can bite your lip?" I asked.
"Just you," she said, breathing heavier.
"Good, babe," I whispered in her ear, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around me, resting her head on my shoulder as I carried her to the bed. Gently, I placed us both down. I was between her legs and looking down at the most beautiful woman in the world. She was beyond perfection.
She closed her eyes when I leaned on my elbows, hovering over her. She reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. Her fingertips slided over my skin. I felt like I was on fire. That's how much her touch burned me. And I didn't care. I couldn't get enough of that burn. Until her fingers weren't the only things to torture my skin. She started kissing my chest, making me groan.
I took her by her shoulders and gently pushed her down to lie back on the bed. I leaned down onto my elbows again and kissed her neck.
"No, Amabel..." I said. She began to giggle because she knew what she's doing is not allowed.
"I'm sorry," she said and opened her eyes. "Are you?" I asked her. She looked at me and began to giggle even more as she tried to say, "Not at all."
"Amabel Avery, are you laughing at me?" I asked. Nothing could stop the flood of laughter coming from her right now. And it was contageous. I began laughing too and rolled off of her to my side of the bed.
There we were, lying next to each other and laughing. I can't remember the last time I laughed this much. It did me so good. Never did any of the other women I fell in love with make me laugh like Amabel.
I love her so much. Everything about her. I've never felt so drawn to someone before. So captured in a woman's spell before. I'm like a prisoner in her love. And I can't and don't want to escape.
This girl... someday...