forum Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Started April 08, 2019 by @blue_topaz

tune

Gray growled at the sound she made, pressing her harder against his car. He took her lip between his teeth and tugged gently, wanting her to make the sound again. He let go, setting one hand on her cheek, caressing the skin softly.

Out slipped another sound and the rest of Violeta’s control over her actions. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging harder just as the rest of her body weakened beneath his.

Gray pulled back with a gasp, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, lips swollen. Finally, he opened his eyes to look at his girlfriend.

“I absolutely love kissing you like that,” he managed out through heavy breaths. “Especially when you go slack against me.”

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Violeta slid her hands down to his chest, where she gripped his shirt weakly. Her inexperienced mouth, swollen and pink from prolonged contact, was too numb to properly form words, so she favoured a soft noise instead.

Gray clutched the hand gripping his shirt, bending down to peck Violeta’s lips again, this time in a more teasing way.

“See what I mean?” His voice rumbled in his chest. “I kissed you breathless. Get in the car, love.”

Violeta shuddered against him, eyes fixed to his mouth even after she pulled away. Unsteady on her feet, she climbed into the car, heat and colour flooding her face.

Gray chuckled and shut the door behind her, walking over to the driver’s seat and sitting down. He looked at Violeta before reaching over to buckle her seatbelt, giving her a peck on the mouth as he did so.

He settled back on his seat, buckled his own seatbelt, brought the car to life and pulled out of the parking lot.

Violeta swayed forward at the loss of contact, dazed and flustered by her boyfriend’s actions. She raised a hand to her puffy mouth, grazing the faint bite mark with the tip of one finger.

Gray occasionally looked at Violeta from the corner of his eyes, a soft smile on his features. Her lips were still swollen (of course), and her hair was messy. Gray chuckled.

"You should fix your hair, love," Gray said in a low, amused voice. "I messed it all up, it seems."

Violeta hastily reached up to rearrange it, heated tones still prominent on her flustered features.

“I—“ She swallowed thickly. “I like it when you put your hands in my hair.”