Am I Enough

“TakeMe!”

Saint

Kissing her felt right, but if I didn't stop now I would have taken it too far, and I didn't want to hurt her anymore. When I explained to her how I wasn't a good person, I wasn't lying. She doesn't deserve to get mixed up in the whirlwind of bullshit that is my life; she is innocent and kind. She doesn't need it. She pain in her life. She's already experienced so much. Dahlia: "Why'd you stop?" She asked as I peeled my lips from hers, Saint:"Because if I don't, I won't be able to control myself, and you deserve better than this." I was right. She didn't deserve some sloppy make-out session in the middle of the woods, she deserved something more special, loving. Dahlia:"I don't care, I want this" when. When I looked into her eyes with utter disbelief, All I could see was fire, her beautiful lips were red and swollen from where I had savaged her before. I could tell her no. She grabbed a fistful of my t-shirt and pulled me into her, not Dahlia: "Kiss me, now!" She demanded, and who was I to not give her what she wanted? Forcefully placing my lips on hers, pushing her further on to the tree, I kept her hands pinned above her head. I got lost in the kiss. It was so rough and passionate. I needed her. I have never felt like that about a girl before. I've never felt the sheer need I had for Dahlia.

Without thinking, I released her hands, and they slowly slithered down to her thighs; I hoisted her up and her hands quickly went to my hair, weaving her fingers through the strands and ever so slightly tugging on them, making me growl into her mouth. We were moving in perfect synchronization like we knew every move each other was going to make. Things were moving too fast, so I needed to stop this, but I didn't know how. I couldn't. Regretful, I pulled away from her, resting my forehead against hers. We were both out of breath. Saint:" We have to stop. If we don't stop now, things are going to happen. I know you'll regret it and I don't want that for you". I said regret, filling my eyes and as I said this her face contorted into a pain-tricked look at Dahlia:"What? WHY? You don't want me? Do you not like me like that?" I could hear how hurt she was, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything; tears started to fill her eyes, so I caressed her check Saint:" No, it's not like that, it's just you deserve way more than what I'm capable of giving you. I just don't want to hurt you anymore than I have" and with those final words he pushed me, so I dropped her, and she ran away, sobbing.

My first instinct was to run after her. I raked my hands through her hair, then I sprinted shouting her name; she could easily get lost in there. I came swiftly to a holt when I saw her curled up against a tree crying. God, the sight was awful; her knees against her chest, shivering as she wept. Seeing that sent a dull ache to my chest, knocking me back almost. I slowly approached her as if she was a tiny-injured bird. Saint:" Dhalia, please listen to me, I didn't mean to hurt you, okay? I just know I'm not good enough for you and I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have". After I say this, I lift her face up with my finger, Saint:" Please don't cry", whipping away a tear that slid slowly down her rosy cheek. Dahlia:" It's not that it hurt me Saint, it's just it felt so right and to find out you don't feel the same do it just...." she said as she hid her face again in shame. I did worse than hurt her. I made her think she wasn't good enough for me and, f**k it, she was more than enough for me. She deserves the best, and I'm just not that. I drink, do drugs, I sleep around and yet the most pure, innocent, angelic girl wants me. Without thinking, I pulled her face out of her hands and kissed her again. Only this time it was gentle, and she got swept up at the moment with me. Pulling us apart once more, I said Saint:" Do you need a lift home? Is it really late?" and her facial expression changed again in one of fear and shock. Dahlia:" s**t! I can't go home, I've been drinking and i way past curfew. Where am I going to stay". Immediately, I told her she could stay at mine for the night as my parents were at some conference in London and wouldn't be home for the next two days, so I needn't worry.

30 Minutes Later

We pulled up to my house. Yes, I am aware I shouldn't be drunk driving, but I wasn't about to spend an hour walking home. Dahlia:"WOW! Your place is beautiful. I never expected you to live in a place like this". I looked at her with a sarcastic, hurt face, and she giggled. God, I love that smile of hers. It's a shame that I don't see it often. Saint:" I will show you my room. There should be some clothes in there that you can wear". She nodded and followed me. I left her to go in my room alone and slide down the wall. God on the other side of that door was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen getting undressed. She is literally naked in my bedroom right now and as I thought about this, my c**k started to throb. I needed to chill out, so I stood up with plans to go to the kitchen and get her a glass of water, but just as I stood up, the door swung open and there she stood with makeup wiped off, hair on two plates and my favorite band t-shirt on. Obviously, it was a bit too big for her; it looked like a dress on her to be honest, and she looked so irresistible. It was like she knew what I was thinking because she slowly shuffled towards me and placed her hands delicately upon my chest and looked deep into my eyes.

Dahlia:" You going to kiss me then or just, Stan there staring all night?" She asked, a smile slowly forming on her pretty face Saint:" Dahlia, you can't do this to me, it isn't fair" as I said this, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips and moved even closer, so our faces were just mere inches away from eachother. Her breath fanned over my face, and it was like my body was on autopilot because, before I knew it, I roughly pushed her against the wall and visously kissed her almost like I was a beast devouring my prey. It turned heated very quickly; her hands went to my hair, tugging at it and mine found their way under the t-shirt and slipping them under her perfect ass and hoisting her up again. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I took the liberty of moving away from the wall and walking into my bedroom, slowly walking towards the bed. I then lowered her down, so she could once again stand. Saint:" Dahlia, I need you to stop me if you don't want me to go further. Cause if you don't, I'm going to make you mine in every way possible, and I don't want it to be something you'll regret afterward", without saying anything, she removed the t-shirt till all she her way left was the skimpiest lace bra and thong.

Speechless, all I could do was give her the biggest smile possible. I closed the space between us and removed my shirt. I swear I heard her audibly gasp, which I think was the cutest reaction ever. Saint:" Are you sure you want to do this? I won't hold it against you if you don't" I said, looking at the floor like a child that has been told off for doing something he shouldn't have. Dahlia:" Saint, I'm sure, I want this; I want you. So shut up and take me!"