I watched him steadily, and the words that seemed to have been caught up in my throat for so long, the words that as far as I knew thought about, something I thought I couldn't decipher --- I found myself shouting it to him. And once I did, my chest felt lighter. I was nervous, what if I was mistaken, what if I couldn't even tell apart my own feelings and I just ended up being pathetic. I watched him as he exhaled rather softly, almost trembling, then --- a gentle smile broke from his lips and he just laughed rather weakly, his gaze locked unto mine, like he had been so sure of something and that made my already weak heart skip a beat, then almost suddenly he pulled me in and hugged me, his body slumped on mine as he embraced me tighter like he was relieved, he held unto me for quite some time, our wet clothes sticking and I could feel his jacket slipping off my shoulders till it finally fell to the floor, and then I heard it as he tightened his embrace, "it's a relief," he breathed, it was like he had been holding his breath for so long. When he said that --- I just knew that was never confused, I just needed to find the right time.
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When we were to count how many people I could talk to or if the question was to be rephrased, if Denver were to count how many people he could talk to --- I would probably say it wasn't possible to count but at the same time it was impossible, he could even make a conversation with a stone, when he suddenly came to me and asked if we could friends, I would say I was rather curious, what did people like in this boy, apart from his physical appearance. what else was there, was he also faking it to get attention or what exactly did he want, I got curious.
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Desperate punching in of one's passcode echoed through, then the door to Denvers home flung open and there they both staggered in, the house was dark but neither of them were interested in switching on the lights, the apartment door barely clicked shut before Denver found her again, between hurried kiss came breathless pants, Denver slowly backed Rhea to the wall, his hand placed securely at the back of her head, it was dark but they could clearly see each other and just for a moment the air stood still as they both just stared at each other, so were they going to cross the line or - - - - ,"should we - - - -", his voice barely coming out, coated in a quiet whisper and a hidden yet obvious desire, he closed the space that had been barely lingering between them, "should we - - - - go to my room - - - -", his eyes slowly traced her face, moving from her eyes, down to her lips again, it was deliberate, clouded with a somewhat heavy yet intentional look that he seemed to want her to notice.
Rhea was slightly recovering from that intense kiss that they just shared, she couldn't look away, the warmth she usually felt when she was flustered when he looked at her so affectionately, but that warm feeling was replaced with something that was neither warm nor cold,... it wasn't fluttering and wasn't heavy, she didn't know what it was, she didn't know what this feeling was but she had never been sure of anything that this feeling that seemed to be bubbling out of control.
She slowly looked down and with no hesitation she pressed her palm on his chest, his heart under her palm was beating so fast and it seemed to mimic exactly how she felt now, "So... what do you want to do Denver...?" her gaze slowly lifting up to meet his, her voice lower, controlled and deliberately slow, like she was watching, waiting for what he would do, her hands slowly slid down from his chest, to his stomach, feeling his well defined muscle underneath the fabric, Denver grunted as he bent his head low... and he just ended up caging her more unto the wall, his hands clenched onto the wall, a slight gasp escaped his lips as he felt her hand dig under his t-shirt, she felt him tremble slightly, his warm breath lingering on her bare neck, as soon as her palm made contact with his bare skin, "do you....," she leaned unto his ear, just like he had done before, just like her body had tingled then, she whispered, "do you... - - want to lie down and talk or - - you want to do something else". "Then...," his hand slipped under her top making contact with her bare skin making Rhea to involuntarily shiver as his thumb softly caressed her navel and all Rhea could do was gasp, she thought she had the upper hand, this sensation she felt was------then they made eye contact and they could both see it, the intensity, desire, Denver leaned in almost immediately and captured her lips with his, intensifying the kiss as he gapped her mouth open, his tongue traced the line of her mouth before sweeping inside, it was deep and possessive. There was a sudden, intoxicating heat to it, every swipe was heavy with years of unspoken words and her senses seemed to deviate from all sense of morality, Her hands wrapped around his neck as she pulled him down thereby deepening the kiss.
Denver traced his hand slowly down to her thigh then he abruptly and effortlessly lifted her up and Rhea instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, both not breaking from the kiss, Denver hand tracing her bare back and his other hand entangled on her hair, his finger curled on the of her hair, then they departed, Denver finishing it off with a soft lip bite, they were both panting heavily as they both just stared at each other.
Denver sighed in resignation as he buried his face unto her chest, "you don't want to?" he muttered as he placed soft kisses against her collarbone, Rhea could feel her body slightly tremble as she arched her back and dug her hand into his hair. what did he mean by that, he was landing kissing her with so much intensity and looking at her with those seductive eyes of his, "I want you..." she simply said. Denver lips trailed more downwards unto her cloth covered chest, his lips lingering, "I want to touch you...", she murmured admist trembling breaths and just for a moment, Denver seemed stiff and before she knew it he was carrying her to the bedroom, dropping her gently on the floor before looking at her he softly took hold of her hand then he leaned it while still gazing at her with such affectionate eyes before kissing her on the wrist like some sort of reassurance or an unspoken word telling her that she will be okay.
He came closer to her before placing her hand on his chest, this time she didn't tremble, there was no hesitation, just both of them right now existing, "then... touch me...", his voice was low and gentle like he was pleading for her to touch him, Rhea looked at him then her hand which was on his chest as she just started slowly moving her hand rather sensually against Denver who seemed to be holding up everything, she moved up to his shoulders and gently pulled off the shirt which if you looked in slow motion rather fell dramatically to the floor.
She dug her hand underneath his shirt, she had felt his bare skin alot of times but something about this moment made it seem different, she gently lifted it up before with Denver assistance taking it off completely and for a moment she just stood there and stared at this man, this beautiful man that loved her, she wanted him, she wanted him all to herself, "is something wrong," Denver asked sort of flustered and anxious... did she somehow get turned off by looking at him, was he overthinking it, she had seen his body before and she didn't seem.
"..." his mindless thoughts were interrupted when he felt something warm and soft on his collarbone, then her hands on his back and before he knew it he was already on the bed with her straddling him, "just ....." she leaned in closer, her eye looking dazed as she pulled some strands of her hair to the back of her ear before angling her head and her lips barely grazing his, "hold me," she whispered against his lips, it was hypnotizing, seductive and he just found himself drowning in, he lifted his hand and gently placed them on her hips, his fingers slightly brushing her bare skin underneath her blouse, she shivered slightly as Denver did not wait a second before taking her lips with his, deeper, intoxicating, more sensual and they couldn't stop for breath, his hands as if daring, reached over to her zipper and slowly began pulling down, they slightly departed panting, Rheas eyes still closed as Denver trailed kisses from her lips to her chin, neck, shoulder, Rhea dug into his shoulder in utter pleasure as she could hear it, it was slow, almost deliberate and at the same time it was torture, the last piece of barrier left and then .... it reached its end.
"Hah....." Rhea heaved as she could feel that freedom from the supposed barrier, then she felt that pull from her shoulders, no moment of hesitation as she completely removed her blouse , now they were somewhat bare, as they both gazed at each other with that matched intensity they both just knew there was no turning back.