Distracted

It didn’t take them long to melt inside each other’s arms. Suddenly they were molding together, becoming one, like two objects that were never meant to be separated. Warner slipped his hand under Juliette’s shirt, gently rubbing her lower back, making her moan with pleasure. In return, Juliette grasped his thick hair with one hand, the other on his chest. Over the thin material of his shirt, she could feel his heart beat faster with every kiss, with every gasp. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every curve of her body as he continued to shower her with thousands of kisses. Juliette felt vulnerable underneath him. She never felt this way, not until Warner.

He had created some sort of cage with his arms, imprisoning Juliette. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up so she could reach him, and then was taken aback when Warner tossed her on top of the bed. She expected him to lunge forward and get on with it, but Warner just stood at the foot of the bed, his hands crossed over his chest, and a smirk playing on his lips. She had to try her hardest not to show her disappointment.

"What happened to studying first?" he asked.

"This is a study break," she insisted, rubbing her neck with her hand. She could feel trails of pleasure along her collarbone from the kisses that he had planted there. She continued, "Besides, I want to study something else."

He could feel the edges of his lips twitching upward. "And what is that?"

She leaned forward, crawling across the bed toward him. He watched curiously, eager to know what she would do next. She had never acted this way before. It surprised him, but still, he couldn't help but be amused.

Then, she straightened up, on her knees on top of the bed. Their lips were inches apart now, and they could feel each other's breaths filling the distance between them. She smiled and took his face in her hands, before leaning in to whisper into his ear. He could feel the passionate heat from her breath as she responded, "You."

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