This is a piece I started writing in high school. Unfortunately I haven’t finished it as yet. Please let me know what you think.
He smiled and his eyes lit up with mischief, the same eyes she had fallen in love with as a friend at seven years old and then as a boyfriend at twelve. Without letting up she burrowed her face to the side of his.
“I love you.” She whispered.
As fast as lightning James had flipped Sam over onto her back and was slowly and gently feeling his way inside of her. She arched her back to be closer to him and to make it easier for him to enter her. Her nipples were erect with the sensation of his lips and tongue circling them one after the other. His lips travelled slowly up her chest and neck, back up to her mouth his hands circling her waist, lifting her off the bed to bring her closer to him. She kissed him greedily on the lips, her nails clawing into his back and shoulders as he pressed himself into her over and over speeding up and using more and more force before releasing himself. Shivers wrecked both of their bodies by the time they’d both finished. James lay flat on his back still softly stroking Sam while they both caught their breath. One leg looping both of James’ and her head on his shoulder, Sam was in a state of collapse. Sex after making up and resolving to stay together was sometimes the best sort of sex there was, Sam thought to herself.
James kissed Sam tenderly on the forehead and then got up, put his dressing gown on and went to the bathroom. The television was still on and he muted it before leaving the bedroom. Sam curled up tightly into a ball and wrapped herself into the fleece blanket that was on the bed; laid like this she drifted in and out of sleep. Fifteen minutes later James came back in with another warm drink for each of them. It was only ten thirty. He put her drink on the bedside cabinet and stroked her hair softly.
“Do you want anything to eat Sam?”
She looked at him and nodded.
“You decide what though.” She said quickly before being asked to make a decision – she couldn’t in the current mood she was in. She had some of her drink, put the cup back on the cabinet and waited for James to finish on the phone. He was pacing while he spoke. When he walked passed her the second time she threw her arm out and caught him around the waist pulling him to her, she stayed sat down on the bed, while he was stood up. She reached under his dressing gown and dug her nails into his rear, causing him to inhale sharply whilst on the phone. Her breath was warm on his legs and he felt himself rising again. She undid the dressing gown and met him with soft wet lips and circled him. Finishing that phone call was one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do.
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