Missed anything good?

della-sawyer:

Della moaned softly as each sensitive mark got a kiss. Gently she ran her fingers through his soft blonde hair. “Nathan…” she whispered in need. She loved being so close to him. The feeling nearly unbearable.

Nathan smiled against Della’s skin, inching a bit lower to her hip. He hooked his fingers into the edge of her underwear, and slowly easing them down her legs. Nathan made his was back up to Della’s lips, his hands resting on her hips, holding her to him.

della-sawyer:

Della smiled as he took his jeans off. She kissed him gently. The feeling of his hands wandering over her body felt so sweet. Innocent almost. As his fingers ran over the sensitive scars she smiled. With anyone else she would have flinched. But with Nathan the feeling was beautiful.

Nathan couldn’t stop the pure awe he was in over Della’s beauty. It seemed endless, every inch of her, even the scars, were beautiful beyond words. He was careful over her scars, the last thing he wanted to do was bring her any pain. Instead, he lightly kissed down her stomach, stopping to carefully places kiss over any scar in his path. She was beautiful and deserved to feel it.

della-sawyer:

thanks. I will tell you.

Alright, be careful.

della-sawyer:

I’m not sure. I’m just really tired and upset… But there really isn’t a reason…

Oh, well if it gets worse, I’m here.

della-sawyer:

Della let out a soft moan. The feeling of his lips were driving her crazy. She felt so connected to him. Gently she lifted his face up to meet hers. She felt so happy with him. But in the back of her mind she was worried. She had a history of hurting people, intentionally or not and Nathan was a nice guy. She hoped she wouldn’t end up hurting him. 

Nathan looked into Della’s eyes, never remembering being this happy before. Ever since he’d met Della everything had been a bit brighter. Nathan pressed his lips to Della’s lightly, blindly trying to get his jeans off until he finally managed out of them. He could now focus fully on Della, just as he should. Nathan’s hands wandered along Della’s body, running over the slope of her waist and the curve of her hips.

della-sawyer:

I… I think so. Don’t worry…

Talk to me, Dells. What’s going on?