Don't Wake Me Up - Shawn Mendes

PART FOURTEEN - Mature Content

         I barely have time to lock the door when Shawn begins kissing me. In the shuffle, his lips don't always meet mine, sometimes kissing my cheek, the bridge of my nose, my chin. The clumsiness of it is both adorable and exciting. He wants it that much, eh? I'm still against the door when he pushes my hair back on the side of my face so he can grab a hold of me and kiss my neck. He's in control. The fact that I'm already feeling super relaxed makes me close my eyes and concentrate on every sensation. His lips lightly sucking on my neck, his tongue licking the tender skin, his right hand still on the back of my neck, in control of my movements, and his left hand that started pressing on my shoulder so I couldn't move, was now making its way down my side. I can feel two fingers slip in my jeans, trying to tug them down.

I push Shawn's chest away with both my hands so I can move from the door. I walk towards the main room, that is also my bedroom — Toronto ain't cheap! — so I can convert my couch into my bed again, but there's no time for that: Shawn catches me, and wraps both his arms around me from behind.

"Not so fast," he tells me.

He keeps his left arm around my stomach, but his right hand moves the hair away from my neck and he starts again. Everything is hazy so I can only concentrate on myself, and I can still feel his lips, and now, I also notice his teeth grazing on my skin, which makes me believe he can't help but smile. He moves his right hand down my back, and he loosens his grip around me so both his hands are on my hips. He grabs my shirt, lifts it up over my head, and throws it across the room. I take a few steps forward and turn around to face him. He shakes his head, his mouth open as if his jaw dropped and I just say:

"Your turn, Mendes."

He happily obliges, then lunges forward to get to me. I back up into the wall — he really does like the chase — and welcome his kiss. He almost walks straight into the coffee table, and weed seems to make me even more giggly than usual, so I can't help but laugh. For Shawn, it seems to put him very much in touch with his emotions — I understand why it helps him write music — so he doesn't let that phase him, and keeps making out with me. I can feel his warm skin against mine, and his fingers tracing lines up and down my sides. They make their way down to unbutton my jeans and I let it happen, suddenly very aware of how much I want Shawn. Still kissing, he slides my pants past my hips, and:

"Ah! Cold!" I say as my bare ass touches the wall.

With one arm all the way around me, Shawn picks me up and sits me on the couch. I kick off my jeans, as he takes off his. He gets on top of me and the making out continues. And the touching. I drag my hands from the bottom of his back to the top of his shoulders, and I start digging my nails in when Shawn stops our kiss:

"Whoa, how rough are you gonna get?"

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't even realize."

"No worries babe," he says in a chuckle.

We start kissing again, and he sits me up, unhooking my bra. Then, he slides his hands under my thighs. I wrap my legs around him and Shawn lifts me up. He gets on his knees and lays me on the fluffy carpet. Our lips part as he straightens up. He's now kneeling in between my legs, and slides off my underwear. He lies back down on top of me, and I can feel the bulge in his Clavins press against me. The hand not supporting him rubs up my stomach and I can feel his fingers, a bit rough from playing guitar. He reaches my breasts and starts squeezing them. His lips make their way down as I throw my head back and close my eyes, aware of every sensation. His hand also moves further down:

"Wow, I turn you on that much?" Shawn says to me.

He slides a first finger in and I arch my back at his touch. He slides in another finger, and I push my hips so he goes in deeper. He counteracts my moves, so I let out, between breaths:

"Oh come on, don't do this."

"Hey, who said you could be the only tease!" Shawn smirks back at me.

That's only fair, I guess. Make me want him even more. If that's even possible. As he can very well feel right now, my whole body trembles for him, and I cannot wait any longer. He curls his fingers and taps the right spot, making me whimper.

"Oh! you like that."

He keeps going, and I completely abandon myself to him. He kisses my jaw and neck, and my collarbone. Still sliding his fingers in and out of me, his thumb moving in circles on the outside, he continues kissing down between my breasts, and down my stomach. He detours to my thigh, and removes his fingers all at once. He spreads my legs open and starts working his magic. I have to hold back moans and screams as he moves his tongue and his lips, mixing licking and suction, flicks and swirls. I thrust my hips back and forth, wanting something deeper. The friction from the carpet is burning my lower back, but that is not the sensation I'm focusing on right now. Shawn kisses his way back up to me, but slides his fingers back in. He kisses me, and thrusts his fingers in as deep as possible, and I audibly moan. Our mouths are still together when I do that, so he feels it, and in turn, I can feel his proud smile.

"Keep going, please. Keep going and don't stop," I say in a rushed whisper.

Shawn does just that, as he lies next to me, supporting himself on his elbow. With that hand, he brushes the hair away from my face and looks at me, at how my face changes with every stroke, at how much he is pleasing me right now.

He curls his fingers one last time, hitting that sweet spot, and I can feel all the tension leave my body. I am suddenly very warm and my whole body tingles. I think I screamed, but I'm not even sure.

I wipe my forehead with my forearm and Shawn brings his face closer to kiss me on the lips. A centimetre apart, he whispers:

"You're welcome," and he kisses me.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and wash up, and I just enjoy the view.