One hand on the back of my neck and the other snaking under my sweater and over my tank top. She went up, rubbing her palm against my breasts and searching for where I would feel it the most. I gasped when she did. “God,” I breathed. “God.”
We were just kissing, and I hadn't taken off any clothes. Yet I still felt like I could feel every inch of her and she could feel every inch of me. she tugged at the hem of my sweater. “Can I take this off?” she asked.
“Take everything off.” I answered.
And she went first with the gray knitted, pulling it over my head and frizzing my hair. and then, the camisole, with the green and blue floral pattern. I watched as she studied it for a moment, running her hand along the flowers and the leaves and the stems.
“Hydrangeas.” she whispered softly with a smile; it wasn't a question.
As she pulled it off my body I felt the back peel off of my skin. I was already sweating from the heat. I felt refreshed as the cool air of the room kissed my skin. And then she kissed my skin. Just stop my collarbone, going up my neck, to my earlobe, and then back down. Like a painter with a paintbrush, stroking details upon a canvas. Creating the art that was me.
So gentle, so particular about everywhere she put her lips. How long she was there, how she sucked and nibbled and I thought about the marks I would be seeing in the bathroom mirror later. The thought only made me pull her closer.
It felt impossible with her there, straddling my waist. Her weight on my pelvis and her teeth on my skin. I flinched. she pulled away immediately.
“Does that hurt?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said. “but I like it.”
And she continued. All the way down, making sure to pay equal amounts of attention to every part of me. The spaces in between my breasts, the softness of my stomach. The chubbiness of my thighs and the stretch marks on my hips. My birthmarks and my scars.
It was teasing, but no part of me was complaining. I didn't notice how much I needed her until she pulled off the clothes covering my bottom half, and the air made me notice the wetness between my legs. I wanted to close them in embarrassment, but as if she heard my thoughts, pushed them open as far as she saw suited.
And a moan escaped my lips when she ran her fingers along me. “Wait,” I said, my fingers lightly circling her wrist. “Undress yourself.”
She didn't say anything, but answered in the way she slipped out of her dress, her underwear hugging her hips and the bra pushing her chest upward. “That's good.” I say. “For now,” and reach a hand alongside her stomach, grazing the space between her legs. I liked the way she looked when I did it, and I decided that I would inflame more reactions out of her later.
She continued pleasuring me, this time coming on stronger than before, her fingers disappearing and reappearing between my center. I couldn't stop myself from the noises that I emitted. the moans, the yelling of her name, until I eventually decided it best to use a pillow to muffle myself.
“None of that.” she defies, taking the pillow right out from under my weak grip. “I want to hear everything.”
And with that, the muttering of her in my ear, pleasant and tender, I came. Long, and hard and louder than I ever have. I felt beautiful with her eyes on me. So carefree and willing to give every part up of me if she asked. Willing to come many more times again for her if she insisted.
And despite the exhaustion of it all, the wave crashed over me and I swept back up on the shore. Still soaking wet and reaching for her body that felt so further away now that I wanted it even worse than before.
I ran my hands along the fabric one last time before slipping my hands under it and pulling it off of her. “Come up here.” I ordered, my voice more stern than before. I felt a rush of dominance flow through me, coming out in my demands.
“I am here.” She said.
“I mean,” I started, pulling her down to kiss me and my passion driven lips. “Here.” I whispered, speaking so close to her that our lips were still touching.
And she understands, sliding up so that my mouth meets her heart. Her breath hitched as soon as I started, her hips, rolling and grinding involuntarily. Grabbing fistfuls of my hair, she reached her limit, collapsing onto me and letting out her last sigh before weakly rolling over to the space neck to us on the bed.
And we fell asleep. Her head laying on my chest, giving my body a weight that was warm and comfortable, and the smell of us lingering in the air, lulling me to sleep. My eyes open every so often, afraid to let the night pass us so quickly. The dark blue and gray of the sky. The lamp that I switched off beside us. Bittersweet it was, the end to the day and the moon shining through the window, whispering a soft and gentle goodnight.
