Steve's POV
I was content that she was feeling better. Me and Ashton managed to cheer her up a little.
We went to our rooms, and I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about her. I showered to cool myself down and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
I saw Elana walking in, yawning. She was so cute with her messy hair and half asleep.
I just stared, not being able to take my eyes of her.
I put myself together and walk towards her. I wanted to be honest with her, to tell her that I like her, if it is all right with her, if she is not bothered by my age, how beautiful she is...and so on...I have had so many in my head.
But in finding my words, she jumped towards me, hugging me, and taking me
by surprise.
At least some of my questions were answered. I did not need to voice them.
I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her chin and kissing her on her forehead.
She smelled divine. I barely restraint myself not to kiss her, not to devour her.
But she beat me to it. She kissed me softly on my lips. Her lips were soft and tasty. I wanted to lift her up and place her on the kitchen counter. I wanted to eat her whole.
But again, she pushed me back onto the chair. I admit I was a little startled at the beginning. She lowered herself between my legs. I wanted to say something, to stop her realizing what she was about to do, so I pulled myself back. I wanted to feel her first, but she beat me to it again.
" f**k! she was so fast. I sank myself into the pleasure.
I closed my eyes taking all she had to offer. My c**k was throbbing into her mouth. I let her devour it. I felt fulfilled. I released into her mouth, calling her. I pulled out of her mouth; I could not take more than that. I was drained. Never happened before.
I pulled her up on my lap, wanting to tell her how much I love her. I was sure about my feelings. She twisted my mind somehow. I was trapped by her and yet she does not even realize that.
Me... The great Steve...which I used to play the women on my fingers I was played by this little girl.
But then I saw tears sliding down her cheeks. She jumped out of my embrace,
walking away.
" I am sorry " ...she whispered.
Sadness embraced me.
" Oh no little you are not going to run away from me! "