I moaned softly. I was so tired that I knew my brain wouldn’t be capable of making the thirty-minute drive home in the dark without driving into a ditch.
“You look tired,” Seth stated, matter-of-fact.
I cast him a side-long glance. “What makes you think that?” I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm.
He gave me one of his usual, knowing grins. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, I should probably head out, but I’m way too tired. That doesn’t mean I should stay, though,” I replied, closing my eyes and pushing him away.
“That hasn’t stopped you before,” he said, cunningly.
I sighed as I lead the way to the living room. “I know, and that’s the problem. I know I’m going to do it before I even do it.”
I stopped beside the couch and felt Seth come up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the fabric between my shoulder blades causing me to shrug my shoulders back.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, although I knew his answer.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, breathing onto my neck.
Seth grabbed my hand and lead me down the hall back to his bedroom, a familiar action by now. In the end, it was probably for the best, anyway.
“Are you going to remove your jewelry?”
Slowly, I did as he asked along with my clothes leaving myself in my tank top and leggings. After turning off the light, Seth lay on the bed, watching me. He pulled me onto the bed, into the warmth of his embrace. His skin was so warm that I wanted nothing more in that moment than to stay in his arms and sleep.
A soft kiss on my forehead told me I was not going to be doing the latter anytime soon. I brought my head up so I could meet his lips but shied away at the last moment.
Damn it; why did I have to like this so much?
I was still contemplating when Seth began to stroke my hair lightly, pushing stray strands away from my face. He then put his fingers on my chin, guiding me to his lips so he could kiss me.
He was so gentle, so kind, I knew he was a player, had heard it from several people, but the way he treated me in this moment and past moments, he made me feel as if I was the only girl that mattered.
“Do you… do you treat all your stands like this?” I asked softly, after we broke the kiss.
“It really depends,” Was the reply. That made me curious.
“On what, exactly?”
He hesitated, which made me all the more curious.
“It’s really difficult to explain,” he said finally.
“Could you try and explain it to me?”
“No. Now shut up and kiss me.”
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It didn’t take long for my mind to give into what my body was craving.
Seth’s touch turned me to melted butter and I eventually got to the point where I didn’t want him to stop.
Every spot where our skin touched burned, especially when he discarded the tank top and leggings. His fingers expertly worked his way between my legs, not quite pulling them apart, but enough to make my hips buck to greet them. He held me down, his small frame still stronger, preventing me from doing any more than wriggle under him.
Seth’s lips traveled across my face, everywhere but my mouth, haunting me with promises of reward.
My reward was having his fingers wrapped around my hair, jerking my head back. I moaned in surprise and pleasure.
“I am going to make you come. Do you understand?” he said, sternly.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
He gave me one last kiss on the lips before pushing two fingers inside me.