baby skin

Girlllll yyyaaaassss I am so excited you did this 😍 - @impalaimagining
*slight smut warning* (oral - male recieving)

“I was drinking that!”

Sam had taken the wine glass from your lips. You couldn’t help but stare at his arm as it moved your glass to the night stand. The simple movement of his arms never failed to turn you on.

He turned onto his side, pulling you into his arms and closing his eyes. You started kissing his neck, your tongue running over the hollow part of his neck.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Don’t wanna sleep yet.”

You pulled away from his neck and pulled him into a kiss. You felt yourself getting wetter as your lips crashed into his. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip before taking it between your teeth. He groaned lightly. Your hands wandered over his body, feeling his baby soft skin under your fingertips.

His hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you into the kiss. You turned him on his back and straddled him. You used your feet to push his boxers down to his feet, letting him kick them into the floor. You slowly ran your tongue over his arms, leaving kisses in random spots. “Fuck, y/n!”

You looked up at him as your tongue slid down his chest. His head hit the pillow as your tongue met his stiff cock, licking the precum from the tip.

You had fallen asleep on top of him as you came down from your highs together. Your legs were still on either side of him, your arms wrapped around his torso. Sam had already been awake, running his fingers through your hair, wishing you could stay like that forever, when you finally woke up. You didn’t move your head but he could tell from your breathing that you had woken up.

“Babe… I don’t think I can move my legs.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I literally cannot move my legs unless I pick them up and drag them off of you.”

You were quickly shaking as Sam laughed under you, unable to control his reaction. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

His laughter slowed as he kissed the top of your head. “Whatever. Can you just put me on my side of the bed?”

He laughed as he gently set you on your side and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry about your legs, princess. I promise I’ll make it up to you when you can feel them again.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.