Celia and Blake's Story
Attraction
Celia continued down the street, feeling a chill course through her body, when she stepped beneath a dull street light. She heard pounding footsteps behind her. Her began to race. What was wrong with her today? Don't over react. She told herself silently, quickening her pace deliberately. She listened closely to see if the person behind her had also increased their pace. To her horror they had.
Celia felt a strong hand firmly close over her shoulder. She froze. She had no choice there was no where to run, she took a deep breath and spun around.
Celia found her gaze held by a pair of sparkling blue eyes. Her expression softened. She watched a strand of jet black hair fall lazily onto his forehead. She longed to reach out her hand and smooth it way, but she remained still, unsure of the consequences if she did.
"Blake." She gasped gaining her breath, although her heart had began to slow down, it was still pounding fast. She wasn't scared, not now. Every time she was near Blake she felt different more alive.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The corners of Blake's pale lips turned up into a worm sexy smile. He removed his strong hand from her slender shoulder, allowing it to fall back to his side.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to sneak up on people?" Celia asked returning his smile, she couldn't help herself. He was so alluring.
"Yeah they told me, but when I see a beautiful girl I can't help my self." He remarked his voice husky.
"You're unbelievable." Celia replied, the truth was, she was relieved he was with her. She felt so safe with Blake, she trusted him.
"Anyway what are you doing here, I thought you said you were going home?" She asked swiftly changing the subject, feeling her cheeks a grow warm, and feared they had turned a bright shade of red. Blake new he'd embarrassed her so he allowed the change of subject.
"I decided to take a walk." He answered smoothly as they continued down the dark street. Celia edged slightly closer to him, as if for protection.
"Since when do you take walks?" Celia asked her warm smile never fading.
"From now I guess." Blake's eyes were fixed on Celia's soft pink lips, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking about the warmth, and softness that he new he would feel with one kiss. God he wanted her. Had from the second he saw her. She was so opened so sweet. Bryan didn't deserve her.
Celia sat on the edge of a worn rose bed spread, removing a long silver chain from around her neck, and placing it on a set of brown draws beside her bed, next to a small red lamp.
"How'd it go?" A bright voice beaming from the door way asked. Celia stared up to see Lola standing in the door way. Her long blond hair tied back by a pink ribbon. She wore a faded orange top, and worn blue jeans. Lola stepped into the small room not waiting for an invitation.
"I had the most amazing time, we went to the cinema then to a bar, Bryan was the perfect gentleman." Celia didn't add that she'd met Blake on the way back, or that he made her feel so different after all she loved Bryan didn't she? Celia's gaze was still fixed on Lola every time she saw her she was amazed how she kept things together, she always had a smile on her face willing to listen to others problems. Although Lola was only a few months older than Celia she had been through more than most people could ever imagine.
"It's about time you found a descent guy." Lola remarked, noting the soft gleam that appeared in Celia's eyes, she only hoped Celia wasn't disappointed with her Mr. Perfect. Lola found herself wondering if Celia new how Blake felt about her. She shook her head. She couldn't know even though everyone else did as far as Celia was concerned her and Blake were friends nothing more.
"So how's Flame?" Celia asked as silence drifted into the room, she recalled that Lola had been to visit Flame and her new family the previous day. Though Flame one of her best friends had only been gone a month she missed her terribly.
"She's great they have the most amazing house. The twins love it they've got so big in the past month I barley recognised them.
Falcon's continuing his law course at university and Flame helps out at the local nursery a couple of times a week. She claims it helps the twins socialise."
"They sound happy."
"Yeah, they are." Celia thought she heard envy in Lola's voice but dismissed it.
Lola remembered her visit to Flame and Falcon's new house she could see how happy and content they were. She only wished she would feel like that some day.
"Sky and Hawk have put in an application form for the empty house next to there's." Lola said suddenly realising she had been quiet too long and that Celia was staring at her.
"After the wedding they said they want to move out of here, I don't blame them. Don't get me wrong I love being here it's just that ? well we can't fight forever. "
"Look on the bright side when Sky and Hawk leave you'll become leader. You're happy about that surely."
"I guess, I love new challenges." Celia bit down on her bottom lip ,what if she ruined everything? What if she wasn't capable of leading the gang. She quickly shook her head at herself.
Celia stood with the rest of the gang two nights later. They had gathered in the darkened back streets where they new they wouldn't be disturbed. The gang stood face to face with the Racer's a vicious gang that had been moved from city to city by the police.
Sky stepped in front of the gangs, she waited until a nervous, slender girl, with long, raven hair stepped forward to face her. The gangs watched anxiously as the two girls began to circle each other awaiting the right time to make there move. The raven hared suddenly broke the circle, launching her fist towards Sky's face, Sky blocked the punch, and in one swift movement kicked the back of the young girls shins dropping her to her knees in front of her.
Hawk silently stepped forward out of the safety of his surrounding gang. A tall blond boy slightly shorter than Hawk stepped away from his gang. Once Hawk and his opponent began to fight, the two gangs charged towards each others, raging screams echoed throughout the lonely back streets.
Hawk's raised hand froze the two gangs, they watched eagerly as his opponent stumbled to the ground clasping his side, bitter low moans and curses coming from his throat.
Hawk's gang gathered in the main Hall to celebrate their victory. They were interrupted by a worried Lola rushing into the room. She paused a moment gasping to catch her breath.
"Hawk, Celia was hurt during the fight."
"Where is she?" Hawk demanded anxiously.
"Blake's taken her upstairs."
"What happened?" Sky asked in a calm voice. She placed a com Celia sucked in her breath as he lifted the blouse to just below her heaving breasts. He stared at a long, gushing slash, surrounded by the beginnings of dark purple bruises.
"It's not too deep, you were lucky." Blake informed her his voice slightly shaky. Taking a clean cloth from the beside table, he pressed it to the gushing wound. His fingers trembled, feeling the heat of her soft flesh beneath them. Blake couldn't help but want her. It suddenly occurred to him what might have happened, if she hadn't managed to retrieve the knife from the Racer. A cold chill shot through his body at the thought of loosing her. He took her soft hand in his and gently squaws it.
"Still hurt?" Blake asked his hand still on the cloth, firmly pressing it against the wound. He looked up at her pale face and brushed the back of his free hand against her soft cheek. Celia felt a strange feeling low and deep in her belly, a feeling that only occurred in her when ever she was with Blake.
"A little." Celia whispered her voice dazed. There eyes locked for a long moment unable to remove their gaze from each other, until they heard voices coming from the door way. Celia and Blake quickly turned to the three people standing in the door way staring at them.
"How are you sweat heart?" Julia asked from the door way, Julia was Falcon and Josh's mother, she was also a doctor who occasionally helped the gang. Sky and Hawk stood beside her in the narrow door way. Sky grinned at the two of them her concerned lessened.
"A Racer had a weapon a blade of some kind, as Celia struggled to get it from him she fell and hit her head. It's not too serious but she is a bit dazed and Blake's worried she might have concussion." Lola explained her breathing now back to normal as she repeated the information that Blake had told her.
"I'll call Julia, when she arrives we'll see how she is." Sky ordered taking charge of the situation.
Blake's arm was wrapped carefully around Celia's waste as he supported her to the bed, helping her to sit on the edge of her soft sheets.
"How bad is it?" Blake asked his voice low and concerned.
"I don't know, but it hurts like hell." Celia laughed, wincing with the pain it caused.
"Let me see." Blake knelt before her, his hands shaking slightly as they began to lift up her now blood stained, white blouse.
"My head still hurts and the cuts a little sore." Celia replied after a long moment of silence. Blake quickly stood, moving slightly away from Celia to allow Julia room to examine her.
Blake's blue eyes remained on Julia as she intently studied the small wound.
"It's not deep, you wont need stitches, it's almost stopped bleeding." Julia informed Celia. She took a square Band-Aid from a small black leather medical bag and pressed it to the wound taping it in to place.
"The ban-aid will need changing every day until it starts to heal, I'll check on it again in two weeks. Now where did you hit your head?" Julia asked smoothing away Celia's long blond hair to look at the crown of her head.
"It isn't cut. Have you had any dizziness or nausea?"
"She went dizzy twice earlier, nearly blacked out once too." Blake informed Julia not giving Celia a chance to speak. Julia smiled at the concern she saw in his blue eyes.
"You should try and stay awake for at least four hours, someone needs to check on you every two hours tonight. If you get any more dizziness, vision loss or nausea then call me straight away."
Julia handed some Band-Aids and tape to Celia and picked up her small, black medical bag.
"Thanks Julia." Celia called watching the older women as she walked out of the room.
"Are you going to be all right?" Hawk asked, he lent forward and tightly hugged his sister.
"I'll be fine." She tried to reassure him, even managing a smile.
"I'll come and see you later. Blake can I have a word." Hawk took a long look at Celia before he headed for the door, closely followed by a curious Blake.
Sky watched the two men leave the room. She walked over to the bed and lowering herself beside Celia, who was now staring at her.
"We weren't interrupting anything earlier were we?" Sky asked teasingly, her brown eyes searching Celia's bewildered expression.
"What?"
"You and Blake, you looked very ER ... intimate earlier." Sky replied her pink lips turning in to a wide smile.
"Me and Blake are friends, besides I'm with Bryan." Celia said more to her self than to Sky. She felt something for Blake but wasn't sure what, besides Blake was her friend. Even if she wanted something to happen between them it wouldn't. He didn't think of her as anything but a friend.
Celia stared in to her long vanity mirror. She looked at the long navy blue night dress, the thin straps of blue silk clung to her slender shoulders, The night dress clung to every slender curve of her body. She puled the red ribbon from her hair, releasing the golden strands of to fall lazily over her shoulders and over her barley covered breasts.
Celia quickly moved from the long golden mirror and sat on the edge of her flowered bed spread. Reaching into the set of draws beside her bed, she pulled out a note pad and a pen. She was tired but new she had to keep awake just two more hours she began to scribble some ideas for a story. She loved to write but never had much chance. Her mum had always told her that she had a talent for inventing stories and maybe one day she'd get hers published. It was a nice dream, but that was all it was a dream.
Celia jumped when a low knock came from the other side of her bedroom door.
"Come in!" She'd expected to see Sky or Lola, but to her surprise Blake stood in the open door way, his hair was ruffled his shirt hung partly tucked in his jeans. Her eyes roamed down his body, a lump rising in her throat. Celia noted the thin sheet and pillow clutched in his hand. She watched as a huge sexy smile appeared across his lips.
"What are you doing here?" Celia asked in curious voice. Her heart was racing in her chest, he looked so handsome standing in the door way, the light from the hall out lining his strong masculine body.
"I'm here to play doctor." Blake answered his grin widening, As he saw her bewildered expression. He casually walked to the side of the bed, discarded his pillow and cover on the floor in a heap and walked back to the door shutting it firmly behind him.
"What are you talking about." He stood above her, staring down at her, she felt a little uneasy under his constant gaze.
"Julia said you needed some one to look after you, Hawk asked me who I thought could stay with you tonight and I volunteered."
"I bet you did." Celia smiled up at him a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. So he was here to baby sit her. Well she'd just see about that. "But there's no need for you to stay. I'll be fine." Blake stared at her for a long moment his eyes transfixed on her.
"Nope, don't buy it." The truth was Blake didn't want to leave her. He wanted to be as close to her as he could. Even if she refused to see how good they could be together.
"You need someone to look after you and I'm as good as anyone." Blake sat beside her on the soft bed, his eyes fixed on white breasts, he couldn't help but wonder how they would feel in his hands.
"I'm not going to win, am I ?" Celia asked in a tired defeated voice. Blake turned his eyes from her white breasts and smiled at her, his grin just as wide as before.
Blake and Celia sat on the bed each clutching a mug coffee, three hours had past but they hadn't noticed. Celia yawned realising how tired she was.
"How are you feeling?" Blake's eyes met hers, he kept his voice soft. Celia was surprised she'd never seen a caring side to Blake before.
Ever since he and his sister Cleo had joined the gang a two months earlier he'd always been fun to be around, easy going, even sweat at times but never caring at least not around her, not until now.
"A little sore, mostly tired." Celia sighed from exhaustion.
"You look tired." Blake lightly stroked the back of his hand against her soft cheek. Celia jolted her head away from his touch, his hand felt so worm against her cheek. She found herself wondering how the rest his flesh would feel against her. She shook her head dismissing the thought. His touch stirred feeling inside her, that she new she shouldn't feel. Not while she was going out with Bryan and it wouldn't be right.
"What's wrong?" Blake asked, his blue eyes darkened in confusion and hurt. Celia felt guilty the last thing she wanted was to hurt Blake or push him away from her.
"It's nothing. I'm just tired. I should get some sleep." She turned and smiled up at him. Blake nodded still confused at her reaction to his touch. He quickly turned away from her, he stood and strolled over to where his cover and pillow lay, still in a heap on the floor.
Celia watched as Blake began to straighten the creased cover and pillow.
"You don't have to stay, I'm much better." Celia spoke quietly, she didn't want him to go. She quickly scrambled under the soft bed covers.
"Yeah I do, I... I care about you Celia." Celia smiled it meant a lot to her to hear Blake's words. She flicked the switch to the bedside lamp, plummeting the room into almost total darkness.
Blake lay silent in the darkness, he could just make out the out line of Celia's body, he could see the soft curves as the bed cover clung to her slender form. He could here every soft breath she took. His fingers were suddenly tingling to touch her. He could imagine how her worm naked flesh would feel, how he would feel buried deep inside her, how her soft heaving breasts would feel pressed against his chest. His groin ached at the thought. He wished he could make her see that Bryan wasn't right for her and that he was. Bryan would use her, he could never love her, no one could love her as much as he did.
Blake woke as the sun beamed through the window, it was early but he could get back to sleep, he could only think of Celia. He stood up, unable to help himself. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge beside her. He watched her sleep. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her golden hair was unbound, loosely flowing over the pillow. He smiled down at her, lightly touching her soft cheek. It hurt him so much to know he couldn't touch her, caress her, hold her and tell her that he loved her and needed her. God he wanted her. He quickly moved from the bed, scooped up his cover and pillow and rushed from the room.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Blake asked, he was sitting in a small brown chair, that he'd pulled up beside the bed. Celia pulled herself up in the bed. Her light blue eyes scanned the room, she stared at the empty floor where Blake had slept the previous night
"Better thanks." Celia replied smiling up at him. "How long have you been awake?"
"About an hour, I came back to check on you." He lied. He'd been awake since 5'oclock nearly 4 hours earlier. He'd tried to keep away when he took his things back, but he couldn't, he'd return and watched her sleep.
"Thanks." Celia said studying the unchanged expression on his strong face.
"What for?" Blake asked his eyes transfixed on her pale, pink lips.
"Last night for being there, for being a good friend." A friend that's all he'd ever be to her. Well it wasn't good enough, not anymore. He wanted to be her friend and her lover, why couldn't she see that? why did she resist him? He smiled at her aware that she was now studying him.
"Any time."
Lola stood in the door way to the big kitchen, she stared at the table where Blake sat glumly, gazing into a mug of coffee his head bowed, not even registering her presence.
"What's wrong?" She asked starling him. She walked over to the table and slumped into a chair across from him.
"What?" His eyes were slightly red and puffy Lola wondered if he'd been crying. She shook her head at herself.
"I know that look." Lola paused a moment, watching Blake swirled the cold coffee backwards and forwards in the mug. "Celia right."
"Am I that obvious?" Blake asked he firmly placed the blue mug on the table and stared up at her.
"Yeah." A grin emerged on Lola's face. "Want to talk about it?"
"I don't understand. What does she see in him? He's only after one thing. She deserves so much better than him."
"By better you mean you, don't you?" Lola asked she agreed that Bryan wasn't the one for Celia but she didn't want to interfere it wasn't anything to do with her, the best she could offer was a shoulder to cry on, when everything did go wrong.
"Me and Celia we'd be good together. I know we would. I'd never hurt her."
"You love her don't you?" Lola had never thought that Blake and Celia would get together until two days ago when Sky had told her that she thought there was something between them. Lola had dismissed the thought till now. Celia would be happy with Blake if only she'd dump that idiot.
"Yeah, I love her more than anything in this world. I can't bare to think of her with him. She's so sweat, so innocent. What if he push's her into having sex with him. He'd hurt her I know he would."
"Celia's not stupid Blake. She'll see through him and when she does, be there for her. Look for what it's worth I think the two of you are meant to be, just be patient."
Celia stood outside the small flat. She hadn't seen Bryan for over three days, since the fight Blake had insisted that she stay put to recover.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Bryan asked now standing before her in the door way. His sandy blonde hair was damp, his jeans wrinkled.
"I wanted to see you." Celia smiled, and lightly brushed her lips to his. Strange they felt cold, nothing like how Blake's had felt when he'd kissed her cheek. Celia shrugged off the thought and followed Bryan into the small one bedroom flat.
She stepped into the main living room, that was decorated in a pale blue, a small two seater sofa sat in the centre of the room facing a television set. He'd only lived there three months and hadn't acquired much furniture though the room was basic it looked smart.
"How about we go to the cinema tonight?" Bryan suggested handing Celia a glass of Cola then slouching beside her on the sofa, draping his arm across her shoulders.
"Yeah that'd be great." Celia answered, she enjoined being with Bryan but for some reason her mind kept wondering to Blake. He'd taken care of her these last few days. She found herself wondering if Bryan would do the same if she became ill.
Celia sat in the soft, red padded seat in front of a wide screen inside the packed cinema. She felt Bryan's arm tighten around her shoulders, she stared at the screen not really paying attention to the film. Her mind was still on Blake, she couldn't stop thinking about him, about how his jet black hair fell lazily on to his forehead, how his touch made her feel.
She shifted slightly in her seat trying to rid herself of the constant thoughts that were now trailing through her mind.
"Don't go Melissa!" Celia stared at the tall brown haired man on the screen, chasing the tall blond women. She watched him grab her arm and spin her around to kiss her. Celia smiled the guy always got the girl.
They arrived back at Bryan's flat nearly three hours later. Celia in the hall way facing Bryan.
"Thanks for tonight, I had a great time." Celia reached up and kissed him softly. Then drew back.
"Tonight's not over." Bryan's arm came around her back, jerking her hard against him. He bent his head, his mouth covering hers. His kiss was rough, almost as if he was punishing her. His free hand moved to the base of her top, tugging at it. Then sliding up her back to the clasp of her bra. "Bryan, no." Celia said lightly, moving his hands back to her waste.
"Come on, you've made me wait long enough." Bryan said his voice harsh and demanding, his breathing heavy. He yanked her closer to him, roughly pulling up her top. Celia didn't want to disappoint him, but she couldn't. It wasn't right. She felt his strong fingers moving up her body, his touch was rough, demanding and harsh.
"NO! I'm not ready." Celia yelled struggling from his grip. She jerked free and ran from the flat, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. She welcomed the cold breeze as it hit her face. She paused after she'd ran past a few streets gasping for breath. How could he be so sweet one moment and so ... pushy the next?
Celia found herself standing outside Flame's house not really knowing how she got there. She was only a few streets from Bryan's flat, but it seemed miles away. She got her breath then banged on the door.
Flame stood in the door way a few moments later.
"Hey Celia." Flame smiled at her, then tightly hugged her. "Come in." Flame said releasing her grip on her friend. She'd been crying Flame observed leading the way into the living room.
"Sorry to come round so late." Celia followed Flame. The twins lay sleeping in their cribs.
"You're welcome here anytime, you know that." Flame sat on the long mahogany sofa. Celia sat beside her a little uneasy, she stared across at the sleeping twins.
"Where's Falcon?" Celia asked averting her gaze towards Flame.
"He's gone to see Josh, he's just split up with his girlfriend."
"I wouldn't make that common knowledge, it makes him fair game for Rea." Celia forced a smile.
"What's bothering you? I've known you a long time and I can tell when something's wrong."
"It's Bryan, he wants to ... sleep together, and I'm not sure if I'm not sure if I'm ready."
"Think about it before you rush in. I'd known Falcon, a long time before we made love and it was special. If you want to then go for it, but make sure you ready." Flame advised, staring at the bewildered expression on Celia's pale face.
Celia stood outside Bryan's flat, he was right it wasn't fair to make him wait. Celia turned the handle on the door, but it was locked. She reached under the small mat for the spare key. She didn't want to spoil the surprise. Celia took a deep breath and walked into the flat. She could faintly hear the television from the living room. She walked over to the doorway, scanning the room but he wasn't there.
She walked out of the room and down the hall to the bedroom. She paused. It was too late to turn back now, she told herself over and over in her head. It would be for the best. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside, flicking on the light switch. Her eyes immediately fell on the bed. Celia stared unbelieving as she saw Bryan on top of a young brown haired girl. Celia felt a tight knot in her stomach, she wanted to throw up.
"Celia it's not what it looks like." Bryan pleaded quickly drawing his throbbing member from the tall brunette.
"What you're clothes just happen to fall off ? Spare me the excuses. I came back so we could ... and you're sleeping with some cheap slut, well you deserve each other. It's over!" Celia yelled quickly slamming the door behind her.
She ran from the flat she couldn't, wouldn't let him see her cry. She took in deep breaths as she ran.
Celia arrived back at the boarding school nearly half an hour later, almost all of the gang had retired to there rooms, apart from a few who she could here busily discussing tactics for there next fight. She heard Lola's voice but couldn't face her or the others. She glanced down at her watch which read 12:30. She quickly continued up the long stair way.
She hurried down the long hall way. She found herself standing in front of the closed door which led to Blake's room. She new she should go to her room, but she didn't want to. She needed to see him. Lifting her hand to the hard brown wood, she pounded her fist against it.
Blake turned over to stare at his beside clock. He jerked out of bed, pulling on his jeans. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. He froze when he saw Celia. Her cheeks were flushed and stained with tears. Had Bryan hurt her?
Celia stared up at Blake, his jet black hair dishevelled, his chest bare. She'd obviously woken him.
"What's wrong?" Blake softly, his eyes shadowed with concern. "It's okay." Blake whispered seeing her struggling to contain her tears. He reached for her, drawing her against him. He wrapped his arms around her slender back. She buried her face against his chest, breathing in the sent of him. She snuggled closer to him, feeling his arms tighten around her.
"Feeling better?" Blake asked watching Celia place a tissue on the floor. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Me and Bryan broke up." Celia answered her voice harsh.
"Why?" Blake asked he tried desperately to hide the relief in his voice.
"He wanted us to ... you know, I told him I wasn't ready and left. I went back later I decided I should because I'd made him wait so long. When I went back I caught him in bed with some girl." Celia explained tears welling up in her now puffy, red eyes.
"It's okay." Blake gently placed his strong arm across her slender shoulders, pulling her closer to his side.
"I can't believe I was so wrong about him." She felt an uncontrollable feeling in the pit of her stomach. What was it about him that made her feel so strange?
Blake stared at her for a long moment she looked so beautiful, strands of golden hair tumbling loosely about her face from the golden bun that was firmly pinned at the nape of her neck.
"What's wrong with me Blake? First Kyle, then Sam what a jerk he turned out to be, now Bryan. Why does every guy I meet want to hurt me?" Celia looked up at him then. Her once bright blue eyes were now, puffy, red and dull with tears.
"Not every guy does. I don't." Blake's expression turned into a worm smile. The same smile that made her heart raise, and her knees grow week.
Celia's eyes met his. She moved forward, her heart hammering, her palms sweating. Her mouth met his, and it felt wonderful. So warm and soft. She opened her mouth feeling his tongue glide into her mouth, stroking over hers. Blake felt her mouth against his, he wanted more of her, but he needed to know it was what she wanted. She said Bryan had tried to push her into sleeping with him. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret making love with him. He reluctantly pulled back from her, his body protesting.
"What's wrong?" Celia asked, confused blue eyes stared at him awaiting his answer. What had she done wrong? Why didn't he want her?
"I don't want you to do anything you're going to regret."
"I'm upset not stupid, I know exactly what I'm doing." Her voice was soft, seductive as she lightly touched his strong cheek with the back of her hand.
"We should wait, if you still want to tomorrow then we can." Blake couldn't believe what he was saying he'd wanted her for so long, his body ached for her.
"Don't you want me?" Celia blurted out suddenly. She stood up and quickly turned away from him. Oh god she'd made a total fool of herself. Blake swiftly stood up, catching her wrist with his strong hand. He roughly spun her around to face him. He grabbed her hand firmly pushing it to the growing bulge between his muscled thighs. Celia gasped suddenly at the feel of his hard flesh. Her eyes wide.
"That's how much I want you." Blake's voice was soft, caressing against her neck. She quickly jerked her hand away, her face flushed.
"Oh." She whispered shyly. Blake smiled he couldn't help it she was so innocent.
"I do want you Blake. Not just tonight. I moved away from you the other night because I was scared."
"Scared of what? I'd never hurt you." Blake's fingers gently traced over her cheek.
"I know you wont. It wasn't you I was scared of. It was how you made me feel. All you did was touch my cheek and I had these ... these strange feelings in my body. Bryan never made me feel like you do. Even when he kissed me I didn't feel anything, but when we kissed just it felt right." Celia spoke softly, watching his expression turn into a gentle smile. She stared intently at him, she wished that she new what he was thinking.
He stared at her, he waited so long to hear those words from her. Her beautiful blue met his. Her long golden hair still tumbled from the lose bun. He felt a strong tightening in his groin. He wanted her right now.
Blake gently took her hand in his. He swiftly drew her body against his, His mouth closed over hers, claiming her. His tongue teasingly lingered over her bottom lip. He wanted her but, he wouldn't rush her. He'd take it slow. Blake felt his heart hammering in his chest.
Celia slid her hands down his hard chest. He was so beautiful, so perfect. She never realised it before but she wanted to feel him against her, she wanted to know what it was like to feel him moving inside her.
"Are you sure?" Blake asked his voice quivering, his eyes filled with desire for her and only her. Celia nodded cupping her mouth over his, opening her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter. She loved the feel of his tongue exploring her mouth.
Blake's fingers began to fumble over the buttons on her black lace top, his fingers shaking slightly as he unfastened the final button. He'd never been this nervous in his life especially around a girl, but Celia was different he loved her. He didn't want to hurt her, he wanted to make it special, so she'd never want to leave him. Celia shrugged the black lace from her shoulders allowing it to fall in a heap at her ankles.
With in a few minutes they stood face to face there clothes discarded on the floor. Celia quickly folded her arms across her breasts trying desperately to cover them. She new it was stupid, but she couldn't help it. Her face was flushed, she felt Blake's intent blue eyes wander down her body. His eyes searched her soft white flesh, studying every inch of her. He smiled at her attempt to cover herself, and took a step towards her, their bodies almost touching. Blake could feel the heat of her body. He gently pulled her arms away revealing her heaving breasts. "Trust me." He whispered his voice soft, worm against her ear. He drew her closer to him, her pulse racing as she felt his hard, naked flesh, throbbing against her stomach.
He began to remove the confining pins from her bun, releasing her long golden hair which tumbled lazily over her bare back and her naked breasts. He ran his fingers through it. Something he'd longed to do ever since the first day he met her.
"You're beautiful." Blake said softly, pressing her back against the wall opposite her bed, she gasped when her bare flesh touched the ice cold wall. Blake quickly stepped away from her, she moaned at the loss of his body.
"Blake." Celia watched him intently as he lit two small candles, and placed them on the small table beside the bed. He walked over to the main light switch then flicked it sending the room into a shadowed darkness with only the dim candle light creating silhouettes on the walls.
Blake slowly walked back over to her. He'd wanted her for so long and tonight he was going to make her his. He lent forward his mouth covering hers in a more heated, urgent kiss. He pressed her back firmly against the wall, lifting her long, legs and wrapping them tightly around his waste. Celia flung her arms loosely about his shoulders as he carried her to the bed. He drew back the covers keeping her pressed tightly against him. He lowered her onto the bed, bringing himself above her.
He propped himself above her on his elbows. Blake studied her flushed face. She shyly glanced at his quivering member. He took her hand pressing it against his body moving it over his strong chest. She gasped as her hand touched his hard flesh, he was so hard and hot, so different from her.
Blake's head bent, placing light nipping kissed along her neck, her chest. He paused when he reached her breast. His mouth cupped over her flushed nipple, taking it between his teeth he lightly tugged at it, stroked it with his tongue. Her back arched her fingers dived through his dark hair. She felt urgent, overwhelming feelings shoot through her body, she wanted him, more and more of him.
His hand slowly, slid down her body, over her stomach, then to the nest of blonde curls between her thighs. She squirmed beneath when his finger entered her.
"Hush sweat heart. Just relax." He could feel her body begin to respond to his touch. Little moans erupting from her throat. She felt embarrassed as a rush of worm, sticky sensation gathered between her thighs. She cried. Her hips arching, body tensing.