Isabela Part 2
These five words awaken my body, causing a slight moisture to accumulate on my lashes, but I smile and launch myself into his neck. Kneeling beside him, I let my forehead rest against his, mixing our sweat due to the stuffy, humid atmosphere. I’m trembling as he slowly glides his hands along my waist. Our breaths meet as I press my nose against his.
This boy is a breath of fresh air amid the catastrophe that is my life.
“I’m crazy for you, kid.”
It feels like time is passing differently, impossibly unmeasurable, as I have no idea how many minutes I’ve had my arms around his neck.
My body comes alive on its own, and I end up sliding onto his lap. With my heart racing a mile a minute, I sit facing him. My entire face feels like it's on fire, my mouth is dry, as I feel something hard pressing against his jeans, causing that wetness to happen in my intimacy, but in a more intense and desperate way.
“What are you doing, Isabela? I’ve been dry for a long time. You can’t just sit on me like that.” His voice is hoarse, but I’m so nervous and anxious that I can’t even open my eyes.
“Are you mad? Do you want me to get up?” I whisper the question, making it clear in my tone just how insecure I am.
“Don’t you dare leave!” Nate growls, making me giggle as I realize how much he wants me in his lap.
I’m shocked that my phobia is completely silenced in this moment, even though I’m sitting on him, with my breasts brushing against his white shirt covered in black graffiti from a permanent marker. My forehead stays pressed against his, sharing the warmth of our bodies. And, God, he is so warm. Nate is burning up, his large hands still gripping my waist.
His breath on my face is perfect, a fusion of cigarette and grape candy. I practically forced him to eat one today because he always pretends to put it in his mouth but keeps them in his pocket. It was fun to see his grimace. My kitty isn’t a big fan of sweets. He said the only sweet thing he likes is me.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” he asks, as I notice him getting even harder against my panties because I’m wearing a flowy red dress. Well, maybe I only chose it because Nate said I look good in that color.
“It must be the same as what you’re causing in me,” I muster the courage to say.
We’re too young, and I know I’m a bad girl for being on top of him, completely soaked, filled with the desire to experience things I thought I’d never be capable of having.
I want it all! I want to have every possible thing with him.
“Nate…” I whisper, my breath hitching, holding his face in my hands, filled with anxiety and need. “I want you to kiss me. Now!”
I finally open my eyes, looking into his. The way he devours me with his gaze is perfect. He looks at me in a way that I can see the same things flooding my insides: fascination and fear.
I feel his breath getting closer to my face, so close that his lips brush against mine. I’m cold sweating, even though my skin is on fire. I find myself on the brink of collapse as I allow his mouth to carve space between my lips. I can hear every heartbeat in my ears, the vein in my neck pulsing like a trampoline as his tongue glides over mine, teaching the movements so the kiss becomes more perfect. I feel our saliva mingling, and I’m unable to tell who is gasping more in each other’s mouths. I bury my hands in his face, shocked by my body, which seems to be moving on its own while I shyly realize that the friction of my lower parts against the hardness of his jeans makes something really good happen inside me.
Nate's hands are gripping my skin, and they glide, but I’m not scared; I don’t flinch. I just let them wander between my hips and waist while mine travel to his hair.
I only stop the kiss because I need to breathe to stay alive. When I open my eyes, I can almost see the crackling flames behind the gray sea of his irises. I lick my lower lip, almost able to feel his touch still lingering on my mouth.
“I’ve always liked bad girls, and it’s crazy as hell because now I’m in love with the sweetest girl who’s ever come into my life, in a way I’ve never felt for anyone else. Damn, Isabela, I want to kiss your mouth forever!” While he speaks, his lips capture mine again, and his hands grow bolder, gaining space until they reach my hair.
It’s strange how I’m completely soaked while he gently tugs at my hair, tilting my head back. I feel my breasts throbbing, something pulsing in my belly, and an overwhelming need to scream.
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