Touch

I sighed like it was my last day on earth, staring aimlessly into Ray's bedroom ceiling. I sighed again, making my burden irrefutably obvious, causing an abrupt but sweet chuckle to escape his lips.

"Will you stop?" He questioned flipping to his side so he could face me. I rolled my eyes at him, keeping my lips flat and deceivingly unhappy. I sighed again, putting my heart and soul into it.

"Cornella stop" he argued trying to swallow his laugh. We were currently having another unnecessary disagreement about leaving the house which was the reason for laying on the bed like too big idiots. According to Ray, this was an effective way to resolve conflict. I disagreed until he held me down and massaged between my legs with his mouth after a heated quarrel about the best toothpaste to eat.

The downfall of this whole arrangement was that I never won and I couldn't because I was never given the chance to. Ray refused to let me touch him and I had no idea why. I mean, he was way above average, he was super confident and he wasn't incompetent. Maybe I was the problem. Anyways, I knew the source of our increasing disagreements, it was nothing other than the undeniable attraction between us and the fact that I was sexually frustrated.

"I'm bored. I want to go out and have some fun. I've been cooped up in this house for way too long" I stressed

"Cooped up?"

"Not what I meant" I squirmed trying to dodge his hand but I was unsuccessful and he gripped the t-shirt I had stolen from him and pulled me closer.

"Ray come on" I tried dissuading him, trying not to focus on his bare creamed skin, his popping muscles or his plump cherry lips as he hovered over me.

"I am fun. You don't think I'm fun?" He asked with sincerity as he opened my legs, strapping them to either side of his hip. I tried to keep my breathing steady as he slid his cold fingers up my leg.

"That's…" I swallowed as he played with the corner of my underwear, teasing me with every stroke, every brush of his skin with mine, his focused eyes and our past experiences. I took a deep breath before clasping my hands over his in an attempt to stop him.

"Let's go out" I insisted, trying to stand my ground

"It's too dangerous" He scoffed disappointingly, retreating to the other end of the bed.

"Not if you're there" I continued hopefully, dismissing the raging sexual thoughts in my head.

"I said no"

"What? That isn't fair. Is it that you don't want to be seen with me? Is that it?"

"Don't be ridiculous Amelia"

"Wanting to go out with you is ridiculous… Ray?"

He grunted in distress. "What's wrong with how we are now?" He asked with a hint of asshole and annoyance.

I sat up to glare at him, taken aback by his bad-mannered question.

"How we are? You piece of sh…" I started ready to instigate a riot but he covered my mouth and pinned me to the bed, rendering me completely helpless.

"Amelia, I'm horny and this shirt you stole is melting my mind, freezing my brain cells and making me so frikin hard. I want to F your brains out." He managed and I smiled. I had no idea why that felt so good to hear but it did and the thought made me equally lustful.

"I can't talk to you about this right now, I'll only appear rude and cynical. So drop it."

I nodded and he released me, uncovering my mouth but before he could leave, I pulled him back into me using his chin.

"Let me touch you" I whispered and he scanned my face, a smirk slipping across his lips.

"I guess going out isn't such a bad idea" he chuckled, getting off the bed.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I asked in frustration, throwing a pillow at him and he caught it without hesitation.

"What? I thought you said you wanted to go out. Don't confuse me woman" he smiled hitting me in the head with the pillow. I frowned, completely changing my mind. I didn't want to go anywhere anymore. I fell back unto the bed. This was not how I wanted to win.

"Get the hell up" He spoke, pulling me to the edge by my feet and I sat up to face him. He was a lot closer than I thought. His fist laid neatly on each side of my legs. He scanned my face leisurely, practically stripping me naked.

"Kiss me Ray" I begged as his eyes collided with mine once more.

"I don't want to" he searched the space around my head and I shoved him away, taking offense. I guess, wishing he'd be less of an asshole goes far beyond magical thinking to the depths of borderline craziness.

I jumped off the bed and started pulling his big ass shirt over my head but he ceased my actions by locking my hands above me.

"What are you doing?" He investigated, quite unamused.

"I don't want to be seen in the shirt of a guy who refuses to kiss me" I eyed him and he strapped my hands to my waist.

"If I kiss you" he muttered, his voice steady and calm but filled with desire, making me hot, bothered and wet "I won't stop until those lips, are moaning my name" He released his hold "Go put pants on" He used his fingers to flick me in the forehead.

Roll my frikin eyes

***

"Where are we going?" I questioned for the hundredth time

"Seriously, shut up. Your voice is disrupting my judgment"

"News flash errand boy, your judgment is"

"I judge that it is a good time to put you down" he countered and I decided it was time to keep quiet. I was currently hitching a ride on the back of my shiny stallion, Ray. It was dark, muddy and wet. The rain had ceased falling a few minutes before we left the house and I wasn't about to be gobbled up by some creepy little, big, crawling, walking or slithering abomination.

"Close your eyes" he ordered and I followed his instructions as his tired, hefty steps slowed. I think asking Ray to take me out was the stupidest idea I ever had. I tell him I want to have fun and he takes me through the forest with a stupid glass jar and a small flashlight. I mean, who does that?

"Can I open my eyes now?" I questioned

"What did I say about talking" He quarreled, fairly annoyed. "Your weight is already exhausting"

I gasped "I'm not fat?" I defended

"I never said you were but you are heavy and I have been carrying you for over two miles so I can say whatever the hell I want " He spoke a bit out of breath

"Well there are nicer ways to Ray"

He chuckled "I'm sorry. Babe, you're heavy"

"Shut up." I argued opening my eyes in anger about the same time he stopped walking. My breath latched itself to my throat and my heart melted at the sight.

"You are a pain…"

"Wow" I whispered, the scene snatching my breath away. I forced myself from Ray's grip and to the muddy ground completely mesmerized. Fireflies circled the air above us, illuminating the darkness around us and caressing a big green leafy tree that stood in its mist. It was amazing that something so beautiful existed.

"I can't remember telling you to open your eyes" He smiled handing me the jar. I accepted it, not quite able to tear my attention from the thousands of bugs in front of me.

"I could have your babies right now" I whispered walking past him and he held onto the shirt, drawing me towards him so that my back was still turned to him. He rested his hands on my hips, his hot breath brushing the side of my neck and I let an uneven breath go as he ran a hand under the shirt and onto my bare breast.

"Why'd you have to say that" He groaned before sucking gingerly at the flesh of my neck and I unintentionally rewarded him with breathless moans, my mind running wild at the things he could do and did to my body. He pulled my pants button, slipping his finger inside me and I groaned as the sudden rush of pleasure bulleted throughout me.

"O God Ray" I moaned as his finger sped up and warmth pressured to burst open my insides. My breathing quickened and I gripped his free hand tightly, using my other hand to find his beating bulge. I wanted him to feel exactly the way he made me. He inhaled sharply, a small moan escaping his lips before he grabbed my hand and pulled it off him, retreating his finger from inside me and ending my chance to orgasm.

"What is it?" I questioned, spinning around to face him "Why won't you let me touch you?" I probed confusedly and a bit irritated. He stared into my eyes, trying to slow his breathing but he stayed silent. "O come on Ray. You touch me but as soon as I try touching you, you push me away. What's the problem?"

"I'm not having this conversation with you." He muttered finally but I wasn't satisfied at the least.

"That's not how this works" I yelled and he turned and walked away. I looked around, feeling suddenly chilly and a bit hurt. I was back to where I started, square one- 'I was the problem'. I hugged myself, trying to create some warmth while trailing closely behind him. I sighed. I didn't even get the chance to enjoy the view or catch a firefly. I grunted, realizing for the first time that I had dropped the jar. I sighed once more. I was a person of stupid actions.