Heart strings

Acting like yourself

P.O.V--Quintana

___...The next morning...___

Opening my eyes slowly, I allowed the light to seep through my vision. Looking up, I saw Ishmael sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, tracing my finger over his lower lip. His left eye opened slightly and he groaned. "What are you doing, babes?", "Don't know. But never groan like that, you sound sexually frustrated." Looking back at me, his eyes fully open now. "What do y... I am not sexually frustrated." Patting his cheek, I answered his cheekily: "Sure you aren't."

Moving over his body, I sat on top of his, straddling his body, my legs on either side of him, my knees near his mid backside, my hands on his chest, and my butt on his *thing*. Moving closer, then further away. Gripping onto my waist, digging his fingers into my thighs, he let out an animalistic growl. With a satisfied look on my face I was making a move to stand up, but he dug his fingers further into my thighs. Groaning I gave him a angry/pout look.

"Try to get off me and I'll f**k you up, literally.", "I told you to stop acting like that." Frowning he gave me a light chuckle. "Acting like what?", "Acting like yourself... all s****l and shit." Rolling his eyes he moved me against himself even harder u till he let out another growl. "Lets not do this now, Mael.", "Why not?"

I wouldn't laughed, but a moan replaced it. "Ca-Ca-Ca...Cause that-that's why, Leila and Zion are here." Grinding against me one last time as my peck began to soar, he stopped. "Good point." Sitting up, until I was straddling his lap instead.

Bringing his lips to the corner of my lips, then tranced down my jawline, down my neckline and collarbone, till it came back to ear. Nibbling on it, I felt my heartbeat pump faster, "I'm going to go shower."

Placing me on the bed, he moved towards the bathroom, leaving me in the room alone. Taking one last look at me, he chuckled closing the door behind him.

*That motherfucker did not just do that.*