Page 78 of The List of Things

“Bye!” I cut Lawson off, and wave to all of our friends, and Bellamy walks into his bedroom, and kicks the door closed, locking it behind him too.

“You know damn well I can’t say no to you Kamryn, and on top of that... I really don’t want to...”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

LAVENDER HAZE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

I squirm against him,and finally, he lets me go, throwing me right down on the bed, hard enough for me to bounce. My eyes focus on him, and my mind focuses on just how soft this bed is. His bed is soft. His eyes are anything but that.

“What do you want, Kamryn?” He stands in front of me, and I hold myself up on my elbows.

“I want to have sex with you.”

“Are you positive this is… This is the way you want it? It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

I nod quickly, “There doesn't have to be romance in everything…”

Bellamy starts unbuttoning his shirt as I talk to him, his eyes looking over me.

“I want you right now... I’d rather listen to my body than some stupid list I made,” I admit.

He shakes his shirt off of his shoulders, and my mouth waters at the sight of his body. I’ve seen it time and time again, but it’s like the first time every time. The tattoos across his chest, and his arm. His hands. His messy hair.

“No romance then. Here are the rules, if something hurts you tell me. If you feel uncomfortable you tell me. If you want to stop at any point we will stop,” He crawls on the bed toward me, and I watch him as he makes his way to me, every muscle on his body contracting as he moves. He stares me down, my back flat against the bed, his body over mine.

“What are the rules?” He asks, his finger flipping my chin up so I can look directly at him.

He hooks his finger under my chin, keeping it there.

“If I'm hurt or uncomfy tell you, and if I don’t want this then we stop,” I say quickly, and feel my nerves start to kick in at the thought of him seeing me fully naked.

That’s not me at all. I’m comfortable in my body. He’s touched me before. He’s seen my body practically naked. But this is real, and the longest I’ve waited with most guys. I don’t know why it’s making me feel weird but it is. I feel nervous. I feel excited.

“Lean up…” He speaks in a soft voice, and I do what he says.

His long fingers burn into my skin as they snake around my back. He unclasps the small latch of my shirt, and the sparkly metal slides away from my skin, chilling me once again as the rough material drags across my nipples. He leans down to my lips, capturing them with his, and he kisses me hard. His arm slides under my lower back, arching it, and pulling me against him, skin on skin. The friction of our bodies is heavy and hot, and his lips are harsh as they make their way down my body, and over my neck. He sucks, and nips, actually able to explore further than before. My back arches on its own as he brings his lips over my nipple. He tugs at the sensitive skin, sucking, and swirling his tongue.

“I already want you, you don’t have to do all of-”

“Shut up. If I want to fuck you with class, let me,” His breath fans over my entire body.

I shut up instantly. Degradation is not my thing. It never has been, but I think I’d let him say anything to me if he keeps his mouth on me like this.

He moves to the edge of the bed and pulls me with him. He’s standing now, and I’m still laying here, my back to the bed, my hair fanned out everywhere, half of my body fully exposed to him.

“You have a perfect body, and I love the way you react to me. So, am I allowed to appreciate your body the way I’d like?”

I nod. He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting, and not moving.

“Yes, you can,” I tell him, my breath catching as he latches his fingers underneath the waistband of my pants.

His fingers slide until they reach the button. He unbuttons them, and tugs, pulling them down my body, and throwing them behind him once they’re off of me. He leans over me, kissing me again, moving down my body, but he doesn’t stop at my chest this time, he continues down my stomach, his tongue working down every curve of my skin. His fingers hook around the lace underwear I wear and he pulls them down my legs. He removes my underwear, and kneels in front of me. His eyes on me now as I look at him, a pit in my stomach as I wait. He hooks my legs over each shoulder and keeps his eyes on me as he kisses up my thighs, and then he kisses me, his lips meeting my heat.

I shut my eyes out of instinct, but not only because I normally would. I shut them because it feels good, actually good. I’ve never had to fake it with him.

My instincts tell me to be jealous. That he learned how to do all of this through someone that wasn’t me, but I can’t help but thank them because holy fuck. My back arches as his tongue flattens on the sensitive bundle of nerves, his lips latching around me too. My hands are in fists, gripping the bed sheets, and I’m incredibly thankful for the music happening outside of his bedroom right now because I let out a loud moan from the bottom of my chest. He groans against me, and I feel warmth creep into my stomach at the thought of him getting off on this... On pleasuring me. I did the same when we were reversed.

“Bell...” I moan, and he does the same, moaning once again as his tongue works me.

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