The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 43: Unveiling Deaires

Chapter 43: Unveiling Deaires

She locked the door and stepped up close to me, pressing her toned body to mine. Her hands ran down my chest, slowly, making me so freaking hard it was embarrassing. Surely I should be immune to her charm by now? I mean, I’d been in love with this girl for twelve years, how the hell could she still turn me on like this? No one ever compared to my Angel, she literally was the world’s most perfect girl.

I bent my head down to kiss her, tracing my tongue along her soft full lip, wanting to deepen the kiss. She tangled her hands in my hair and I couldn’t help but pin her against the wall, pressing every inch of my body against hers. She moaned in the back of her throat and I felt happiness bubble up inside that she loved kissing me as much as I loved kissing her.

I bent my knees and wrapped her tighter in my arms as I stood up, lifting her off of her feet. She wrapped her long legs around me as she unbuttoned my shirt slowly; her fingers lingering over my skin, making me get goose bumps. Every single touch from Amber was like nothing I’d ever felt before. All those girls I had slept with just to try and forget her, were nothing compared to her. I wished with all my heart that I had waited and that she would be my first, but everything felt like a first time with her anyway. Every touch was ten times better than anything I’d ever felt before, it was like every place her skin touched mine, felt like she burnt me slightly, but in a nice way. She made me so nervous too. I didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want, but I was also so scared that I wouldn’t be able to please her and I didn’t want to ruin anything.

I pulled out of the kiss, peppering little kisses down her neck, sucking on the hickey I’d given her a few days ago to make it darker. I loved that mark on her. Knowing that she was mine made me crazy. I walked over to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her as I ran my hands down her body. When I got to the bottom of her dress, I slipped my hand under, tracing it back up her toned thigh, making my way higher so I could grip her ass. I couldn’t help but moan at the feel of it. Knowing that I was the only one that she would let near her like this, made me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

She pushed my shirt off of my shoulders and ran her hands back down my chest. When she got to my jeans she immediately started unbuttoning them too. I stiffened slightly. What the hell is she doing? She rolled me onto my back and sat up, straddling me, looking so sexy it was unreal. She chewed on her lip, looking a little nervous about something.

"You OK?" I asked curiously, rubbing my hands on her thighs reassuringly. What on earth is she nervous about? She nodded and took hold of the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head, shaking her hair after, making it fall loosely around her beautiful face. I looked at her in her strapless black lacy bra and matching thong, and a thousand lustful thoughts were bombarding my brain at once. I wanted her so much it was unreal. This was the furthest we’d gone, I’d seen her with no top on but not almost n**ed like this. She was incredible. She bent down and kissed me passionately, pulling back to look at me, still looking a little nervous but excited at the same time.

"Do you want me, Liam?" she asked.

Crap, is that some sort of joke or something? "Angel, I’ve wanted you forever."

She smiled making my heart beat faster. "Make love to me," she whispered, kissing me softly.

My heart stopped. Did she just ask me to.... no, no way, she said something else and then you’re going to look like a dick when it turns out you heard her wrong!

"What?" I asked weakly, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"I’m ready now; I want you to make love to me." She blushed slightly, looking even more adorable because of how sweet and innocent she was.

I rolled her onto her back. Does she think she has to give it up to me? Jeez, does she not believe me when I say I’ll wait for her? "Angel, I’ll wait as long as you want. I promise I can wait," I vowed, willing her to believe me. I would never ever touch another woman again, they just didn’t interest me, they never did.

She laughed. "Well I’m sorry, Liam, but I just can’t wait for you any longer. I need you to be ready now," she teased, gripping her hand on my ass.

I laughed; she was so damn funny. "Oh you can’t wait for me, huh? Well that’s not very fair; you’re kind of putting undue pressure on me to perform," I joked. My heart was returning to normal rate now that I realised she was only joking. She smiled and ran her hands down my chest again, when she got to my jeans she slipped her hand inside, rubbing me through my boxers. What the hell? Oh crap, is she not joking? "Angel, what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. Shit, that feels good!

"Liam, stop talking," she whispered, pulling me closer as she pushed my jeans down.

OK, I’ll just go with it until she tells me to stop; I knew she felt comfortable enough to ask me to stop, which I loved. I loved that she had faith in me not to rush her or pressure her. I kissed her hungrily, brushing my hands over her bra, loving the feel of the lacy material. I unclasped it, pulling it off, slowly, waiting for her to stop me. I was so nervous that my hands were shaking slightly. Her br**sts were perfect. I bent my head kissing all over them, making her arch her back and moan breathlessly. OK, so this is a first, not been this far with her before! I kicked my jeans off that were now almost to my knees and ran my hands down her body, stopping as I got to her panties, my hand brushing over them gently, which made her raise her h*ps trying to get more. I smiled slightly as I rubbed her through her panties, making her moan and grip her free hand on my shoulder tightly.