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Fuck, she's gorgeous.

Her adorably knobby knees, her grab-able ass, her perfectly soft perky tits, all the way up to the crown of her head with everything in between is fucking gorgeous.

I love it. I love her.

Wait, what? I pause, halfway to the bed with Mabel wrapped around me. It's been like two weeks, I can't be in love with her already. For fuck's sake I've had relationships with single pornos longer than I've been with Mabes.

Her face pops into my line of vision, her pale green eyes hooded with desire. "Alex?" She twirls a lock of my hair at the nape of my neck. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head, forcing myself out of my thoughts. "Nothing, babe. Nothing's wrong."

Her eyes narrow and I know she doesn't believe me, hell even I don't believe me, but before she has a chance to say anything I cover her mouth with mine.
I shuffle forward, continuing to the bed. My knees brush the frame and I gently toss Mabel onto the mattress. The rose petals that cover my bed flutter up towards the ceiling and then slowly drift down around us.

Mabel laughs against my lips and pulls back to blow the flower petals out of her face.

So fucking gorgeous, the voice repeats.

"They're going to make such a mess," she giggles.

"I don't care," I reply, leaning forward to nuzzle into her neck.

Mabel's fingers wrap around a handful of my t-shirt and she pulls me all the way to the bed. I lean into my elbows on the mattress to protect her from my weight, but from the waist down I'm nestled between her hips. I didn't think it would be possible, what with the differences in our sizes and all, but I fit perfectly.

She wiggles her front against me, eliciting a groan from deep in my throat as my dick salutes her, desperate for the attention.

Goddamn get yourself together, I chastise myself, but it's no use.

Mabel reaches between us, shocking me as she palms my growing erection through my jeans with hesitant yet firm strokes. I rock against her involuntarily, and damn does it feel good.

"It feels...um...big," she breathes into my shoulder.

My ego inflates at her words. "Just wait 'til he's out."

Well, there goes trying to take things slow. I think bitterly. I don't want to scare her off.

She withdraws her hand and at first I'm afraid I've done just that, startled her and spoiled the mood, but she reaches for my chin to guide my face back to hers. Her green eyes meet mine, cautiously guarded.

"I'm not having sex with you tonight," she says plainly.

I nod into her palm. "I wasn't expecting you to."

"Good." She purses her lips in thought. "We can do...other stuff."

Spoken like a true virgin. I want to chuckle at her offer, but I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Whatever you're comfortable with, babe," I assure her.

Mabel nods her head once and then releases her grip on my chin before pressing her lips to mine once again.

She sure as shit doesn't kiss like a virgin.

Her little pink tongue flicks out against my lip and I grant her access immediately. She squirms beneath me, her hands moving to brush up beneath my shirt so that her short nails dig into my skin.

Fucking hell. I rock against her and the soft moan that pours out of her sends a delicious shiver down my spine.

Leaning on one forearm, I reach down between us to cup her tit, squeezing gently. She lets out another breathy sigh into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss further to quiet the sounds. As much as I'd like to hear all of her different noises, I don't want to run the risk of having to share them. Luke could be home any second, and the last thing I want is for him to get his rocks off to the sound of my girlfriend.

Shit. Luke. I pull away, leaning back onto my knees, and hold up a finger at Mabel.

"No, where are you going?" she whispers, reaching for my jeans. Her fingers brush just inside as she attempts to tug me back. "More."

The front door slams shut from downstairs, solidifying my fears.

I duck down to plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth and give her tit a playful squeeze. "Let me lock the door."

Mabel rolls her eyes in response, but doesn't protest and releases her hold on the waistband of my pants.
Luke's heavy footsteps can be heard as he climbs the stairs, and I rush for my bedroom door. I've just clicked the lock in place when his knuckles rap against the wood.

"You in there, Woodsie?" I don't answer, and he knocks again. "Alex?"

Mabel muffles a nervous giggle behind her hand and I shoot her a warning glance, holding a solitary finger over my lips.

"Busy," I call back to him.

Luke lets out a heavy sigh. "Well come find me when you're decent, ya filthy animal. I need help going over a final paper for my Mythology class."

No way in hell am I giving up a night with Mabes to help you edit a paper. I think to myself dryly.

"Just slide it under the door and I'll take a look in the morning."

"Seriously?" Luke grumbles irritably. "Fine, whatever."

The sound of papers ruffling echoes softly from the hallway, and then the stack is shoved under the frame.

"Let me know what you think," he mutters before going back downstairs.

This isn't the first time Lucas has come to me to look over his essays, and I know it's not going to be the last, which is why I have absolutely no problem snatching it up and dropping it on my desk by the door. I'll be a good friend and go over it at some point before it's due, but it won't be tonight.

I turn back to the bed to find Mabel watching me curiously as she kneels on the mattress. Her cheeks are tinted pink, her eyes bright, and her lips are slightly parted as she tracks my movements around the room.

"My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I chuckle, crossing the room slowly until I reach her.

She shifts her head to one side in question. "What do you mean?"

I nudge her knee with my thigh and wiggle my eyebrows. "You. Being on your knees."

I expect a comeback from her, something along the lines of "watch your mouth" to chastise me for being overly blunt,  but what I'm not expecting is the heat that flares to life in her pale green eyes.

Mabel's tongue darts out to swipe her lower lip. "Would you let me try it?"

I reach up with one hand to swipe away the moisture from her lip with the pad of my thumb. "Try what?"

Her gaze flickers down to my groin and my body reacts as though she's touching me, not just looking. When her eyes return to my face, she turns her head to suck my thumb into her mouth, deliberately maintaining eye contact as she does so.

I nearly have a coronary when her tongue swirls around the tip of my finger. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's implying. I'm all for having Mabel's pouty lips wrapped around my dick, but with her lack of experience I quickly back track to make sure that I'm not the one who brought this up. That I'm not pressuring her.

It's been far too long since someone besides myself showed my cock some attention. A month? Two? Not that I mind, I can handle a dry spell here and there, but it's been getting a bit old doing rub-and-tugs in the shower by myself while picturing all the things I want to do to Mabel. The imagination can only do so much when I haven't even seen the girl of my fucking dreams topless.

Mabel releases my thumb from her mouth with an audible pop. My little fucking seductress. Innocent, but with an unspoken promise of being oh so dirty behind closed doors.

My chest heaves as my breathing picks up, and my arousal practically throbs, pushing against the harsh zipper of my jeans. Christ, I've got it bad.

"W-will you teach me how?" she asks in a throaty whisper. She sounds unsure, like I might turn her down and reject her, but I can't even begin to imagine why.

I wouldn't even dream of saying no.

Her fingers skim the waistline of my jeans, her actions such a contrast to her verbal hesitation.

"You can do whatever you want to me, babe," I answer in a hoarse whisper.

A/N:
I absolutely HATE having to enter something like this in the middle of a chapter, but this scene continues in a short story of "mature" one shots from BT. So if you're old enough and want to read my shitty first attempts at some smut, check out Between the Lines from my profile. And, you know, maybe hit that follow button while you're there? ;)

The next morning I wake up tangled in the sheets with Mabel sleeping soundly on my bare chest. I brush a few rose petals from her dark hair, grinning to myself as the events of last night flash through my mind.

I had tried to reciprocate after she went down on me, having wanted to make her feel good too, but Mabel was extremely adamant about only "above the waist" touching when it came to herself. It had taken some questioning on my end, but I did finally manage to get a straight answer out of her.

Pubic hair.

Of all the things, Mabes had been worried about my reaction to her goddamn pubes. Even though I did my best to assure her that I didn't give a shit what she had going on down there—because I really didn't and still don't—she wasn't comfortable with it.

I shake my head. Women can be so superficial sometimes.

I also came to the conclusion that I'm in love. To be honest I've been denying it to myself for quite a while now, but I guess all it took was an orgasm for me to finally give in. And yet I still refuse to admit it aloud. Saying "I love you" isn't the problem, I have nothing against it, but saying it after two weeks of dating is where the line blurs for me. I'm caught between wanting to tell and show her just exactly how much her existence in my life fucking means to me, and not wanting to unintentionally pressure her into saying it back if she's not ready.

In an effort to ensure that when I do say those three little words that they're not just being repeated back to me, I've decided to wait. Mabel will just have to say them first.

A shrill ring cuts through the silence, the sound of my nine o'clock alarm piercing my ears. I let out a groan and shift out from beneath Mabel to reach for my phone to shut it off.

"What time is it?" she asks groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

I show her the screen on my phone and her face visibly pales.

"Alex we're going to be late!" She throws back the comforter, and scurries to pick up her clothes from the floor. I sit back against the headboard and watch, amused.

"We have our Bio lab exam today." Mabel stops, her sweater in hand. "Why aren't you moving?"

I roll my eyes and climb out of bed, raising my arms up high as I stretch. I feel her eyes on me, burning into the skin of my back.

"Well, come on then, get dressed," I tease with a lopsided grin.

Her gaze flickers down to my crotch and then back up to my face. She huffs in annoyance and then stalks out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall.

I grab a pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt and then follow her into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Mabel lets out a screech as the door creaks open, crossing her arms over her naked chest. "Alex!"

I shuffle around her to grab my tooth brush. "What?" I ask innocently. "There's no need to be shy, Mabes. You've got great tits."

She smacks my shoulder with the back of her hand, but she's smiling. "Shut up. Don't turn around."

I can see her in the mirror as she fidgets while putting her bra on, but I don't dare let her know that. No reason to end the show early.

We brush our teeth and Mabel does her best to rake a brush through her knotted hair, which she eventually gives up and pulls it into a messy bun before heading downstairs to make coffee. It's been a long time since I've felt this at ease and sated. Sure, I'm not going to lie and say that I've never been sucked off before, but's it's almost more fulfilling when it happens in a relationship.

"Great, I've gone soft," I mutter to myself, bitterness seeping into my tone.

"Alex, let's go!" Mabel yells from the kitchen.

I shake my head when I realize my pace has quickened just at the sound of her impatience as I descend the stairs. Haven't even gotten the pussy yet and I'm already fucking pussy-whipped.

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*clears throat*
Was getting a little hot and heavy there...

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