His hands sat on my waist. "I'm trying to study Nathan." I sat batting away his hands but they were unwavering. "There is nothing hot about Shakespeare." He said, I could sense the eyeroll. "That's the point." I said reattaching pen to paper. "Just one." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath ticked the hairs that escaped from my ponytail onto me neck. "One will turn into twenty." I complained, he rested his chin onto my shoulder. "Yeah, that's kinda the point."
I kinda liked him like this, needy. Knowing he wanted me. He kissed my cheek and the back of my neck, "just five minutes break." He said smoothing his hands down my pyjama shorts resting on my thighs. "I'm not stupid Nathan." I said, but that didn't stop me leaning into his chest to observe my annotations. He bit right below my ear, "your warming up to me." He whispered massaging my thighs. "I deserve a break." I teased letting his burry his face in the crook of my neck. "Five minutes." I said sternly. "Five minutes." He confirmed.
I leaned my head over letting him do whatever he wanted to my neck, his hickeys were always a bitch to hide, but he loved it, the stares and my blushes. He traced his hands up higher resting them on the top of my inside leg. "Five minutes Nathan." I warned. He grinned into my neck. "I better be quick then." He said hoisting me up so I was at the top of the bed, one of his legs in between mine.
He brought his lips to mine, soft and sweet at first. To be honest I wasn't expecting it. I kept his close one hand tugging his collar, the other entangled in his messy hair. "Why are you such a tease today?" He said when I refused to let him in. "Your on a time limit." I replied loving the control.
He pulled off my- well his old shirt from my torso. Carrying on his work onto my collar bones, I buried my hands underneath his shirt. "Your warm." I giggled wrapping my legs around his. He kissed further down my chest, stomach and waist band of the old Cotten shorts. "I'll be quick." He repeated smirking at me pulling the fabric away from my body. "Don't do that." I said pulling the fabric from his fingers. 'Y/n what the fuck." He whined sitting up on his elbows. "Five minutes Prescott." I said kissing his cheek.
