11. Tell Me Why

                                    

                                          
Yes, I remember what you said last night. And I know that you see what you're doing to me...
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Aspen White
I was kissing Charles Leclerc.
My body and soul were lost in the way his hands and lips were claiming me. Just as I was claiming him. It was wild, intoxicating and hypnotizing. All at the same time. And I couldn't get enough of it.
My back hit the wall of the elevator as Charles' hands were exploring my body. All the way from my hips and waist to my hair. I felt the dark locks falling from the twist I had them in as Charles picked me up, grabbing the back of my thighs with strength as I held to his neck as if my life depended on it. Never breaking the kiss.
He tasted like mint and bad decisions. Wrong and euphoric. Dangerous, but addicting.
His body was harshly pressing me against the wall. But I barely felt it, as if I needed him even closer. I didn't know what came over me at the moment, but without giving it much of a thought, I started unbuttoning his white shirt, to have a better access to his neck. At the same time, he started roaming under my dress and that was enough to send me on edge. 
I was breathless, and so was he. But none of us dared to separate from the other.
We heard the acute noise of the elevator doors opening at my floor and in a coordinated act, we both went out, still without breaking the kiss. Not caring about anything or anyone, I led Charles with clumsy steps towards my room, pulling him closer, as if I was afraid that he would let go. Our feet stumbled a few times, but the sudden need seemed to had given us some steadiness to at least make it to my room. 
Once we were in front of my door, I broke the kiss, only for a brief moment to look for the dorm key and I immediately felt the lost of his mouth on mine. As if our lips were magnets that were meant to be together. But Charles quickly started to place some hungry but sweet pecks at the back of my neck. I was having an extremely hard time opening the door as Charles' wet trail of kisses and hot breaths were on my skin, sending shivers down my whole spine. But still, with trembling hands and legs, as soon as the door yielded, we got into my room with one swift motion and our mouths collided one more time as the door slammed behind us.
We crashed against some of the furniture as I took my heels off and he stripped from his jacket. I barely noticed how the black fabric fell to the floor as our bodies rapidly found their ways back to each other. As if we couldn't get enough. It was a delicious adrenaline rush that was running through my whole system.
Charles carried me all the way to the bed and with a single and fast movement, he was on top of me, kissing my face and neck as I caressed his back and arms. We lasted in that position for what felt like an instant when suddenly, he stopped.
My chest was heavily moving up and down from all the exaltation, but I still managed to ask him, "Is everything alright?"
Charles' eyes were fixated on mine. He was looking at me with something similar to surprise, or perhaps it was curiosity.  He didn't answer to my question right away. Instead, he delicately brushed his thumb against my lip and then across my cheek before placing a slow and soft kiss on my lips and whispering, "You're breathtaking."
Butterflies were not flying, but dancing in my stomach. His words only caused my hunger for him to grow and I crashed my mouth on his again. I just wanted to kiss him. All of him. During all night long.
It had been a long time since I had had sex. And maybe it had been the lack of it that turned me so carnal and euphoric, but I suddenly wanted to know how the skin under his clothes looked like. I wanted to admire him completely. To taste him. To have him, completely. And to be his.