Chapter 3: Heaven

Clara

It’s been three days since last exam, I still remember how Cole’s face fell and how sad he was when I said the ‘H’ word to him. In my defense I was late, angry at myself for being late, frustrated that eating the breakfast was going to make me late and so I am a stupid to dumb all my anger on the love of my life when all he was trying to do was help me.

Cole and I have been home since that day. All we did was lay in our bed cuddling watching movies and making food, Cole is a really good cook and thanks to his mother for teaching him these skills.

I snuggle closer to him on our bed as we watch some movie running on the TV which we have long forgotten about while Cole has his head buried in the crook of my neck my figures making circles on his back and the other hand caressing his smooth hair

I love his hair, they are so smooth, mine are smooth and silky but I like his more

“I am going to miss this you know” I said tears burning my eyes as I realized we will have to go back home to New York in couple of days

“We are going to find a solution cupcake” he said peppering kisses all over my face

“You don’t get it, do you? Our families have a history of rivalry. They are never going to agree for our relationship” I sobbed

Why do our families have to have a past, why did they have to hate each other and not be friends so that we can be together. It is so good here where we do not have to hide our relationship from anyone as we have to do back at home

“We will convince them cupcake; I am sure we are more important for them than their stupid rivalry. And for now, please stop thinking about anything else other than me” he cooed before attacking my lips.

His fingers entangled in my smooth hairs pulling at them lightly every now and then. His tongue sucked and teeth grazed into my skin softly leaving a faint red trail behind. My palms clutched into a fist over his naked back trying my best not to moan at his simple action but a moan slips my lips as he teases my sweet spot on the neck making him smile at his achievement

Soon his expedition ended with his lips on mine, his fingers now embracing my breasts. He teases me for a while licking my bottom lips, making me open my lips for him to enter but instead he just smiles making eye contact with me not giving me what I want. Proud of his handy work of making me a mess and denning me what he made me crave for

He repeated this for a couple of times, caressed my lips for a while and when I gave in and parted my lips for him to enter, he retrieved his tongue back into his mouth, leaving me hanging with my mouth open waiting for him and every damn time I opened my eyes I could see him smirking, as if a painter would be proud of a painting they made

“Damn, they should call me the next PICASO” he said as soon as I opened my eyes in frustration as he denied me yet once again

My eyes widen in confusion; Did I say that painter thing out loud

“You look like a painting I could stare at you for hours baby. Simply beautiful. Tomato red face, chest heaving for the next breath, lips plump and parted and those eyes…those eyes could make me write poems about you” he complimented me making me blush, I pulled him down hiding my face into his chest making him chuckle

“Stop” I blushed more if that was even possible

“Are you sure you want to stop though” he smirked; he did not even have to ask; I would never want him to stop touching me. Getting no verbal answer from me he pulled away from me looking at me with those adorable eyes

“Well then, let me show how much more beautiful this painting can get” he teased me as his cold fingers lightly grazed over my warn legs going up with no intension to stop. We started into each other eyes before I closed them as pleasure took over me as he entered his finger cautiously making sure it was coated in my juices first, his pace was slow and steady almost torturing me

“Faster” I pleaded and he obeyed, my back arched and my head dug into the pillow allowing my breast to be in perfect place for his mouth to devour it, he lightly sucked and left kisses on my clothed breast before I heard him say something but I quickly go distracted as I felt my pleasure chasing me

As I was about to come undone I felt a second finger poking my entrance, my eyes snap open looking at my beautiful boyfriend his lips moved saying something but I was in so much pleasure I could not understand a word, my eyes closing halfway. Just like how it is pleasantly silent when we submerge our head into the water in a pool. It felt exactly the same; PEACEFUL

I think he knew I was not in my senses so he kissed me and slightly bit me on my lip making me hiss before pulling himself away knowing well he had my complete attention pulling me back to reality

“Is this okay?” he questioned; confusion laced me for a moment. However, I was pulled out of my haze as he grazed his second finger at my entrance

We have never done two fingers at a time. Will that be, okay? Or will I cry like I did when we tried to get his figure to ease into me for the first time? I guess we will have to find that out and then if it goes wrong Cole will always take care of me

I nodded my head in approval as my brain processed his words. Mind you he still has his steady pace without any fault or a break

“Say it loud and clear baby, so that I know you are not just nodding your head dumbly lost in your pleasure” he cooed, knowing very well I get too lost in pleasure easily.

“Yes, just be gentle please” I said, knowing very well I would not have to tell him that

“Always baby. Now lay back and relax my love. Now, do you want to put your fingers into my hair and my shoulder?” he pecked my lips pressing his chest on mine pinning my arched back down on the mattress, even though the last part felt like a question I knew he meant I would be more comfortable in that position and therefore I complied, leaving the sheets I had grasped into my fists and put my one had on his shoulder and the other entangling into his hairs.

His pace increased more as if chasing my pleasure. I shut my eyes close again and grabbed his hair into a fist and my nails dug into his shoulder as I felt his second figure enter me a little, he pecked asking if I was okay, assuring him I was good I opened my eyes again on his demand and struggled to keep them open as he advanced in easing his second figure in me. I was on the edge and I moaned out loud when I came and he slammed the second finger into me until he was knuckles deep into me.

He praised me and peppered me with kisses moving very so slowly as if prolonging my pleasure and I was all in for it. I enjoyed the high until it lasted only realizing now he was still moving with no intension of stopping anytime soon

“I can’t” my plea turned into a moan as he increased his pace

“Yes, you can cupcake. Just this one more…humm” he encouraged me pecking me on my lips endless times

I fisted his hair and pulled him a little away from my lips “You say it once and the next thing we know we are at it for hours” I whined

“Well, don’t make it sound as if you hate it cupcake” he pecked my lips again smiling; more like smirking

I hated that he was correct, instead of answering him I pulled his hair from the scalp a little making him hiss and then laugh

“Someone seems to be annoyed by the truth” he laughed but I ignored him as I felt another pleasure come over me

I am not sure how may time more I was sent to heaven but I am sure as hell I am very much in love with the man cuddling me to sleep every night