The air between us felt electric, charged with an urgency neither of us could deny. As our eyes locked, the rest of the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the sound of our breaths, heavy and uneven. Without hesitation, I closed the space between us, our lips meeting in a crash of heat and hunger.
Her hands found their way to my hair, tugging gently, while my fingers traced the curve of her back, pulling her closer until there was no room left between us.
The kiss deepened, slow at first, then growing in fervor, like we were both trying to memorize the taste, the sensation, the rawness of this moment.
Time stretched and blurred as we leaned into each other, lips moving in perfect rhythm, breaths mingling. Her fingers trailed down to my shoulders, her nails faintly dragging against my skin, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. Each kiss was more consuming than the last, a pull that neither of us couof resist, leaving me dizzy and unmoored.
After we'd make out for awhile (the whole time my strong hands would continue, massaging your supple body, finding sore spots, and enjoying your body's erroneous zones - specifically your neck, stressed back and sensitive thighs
I trailed my lips down the line of her jaw, letting them linger there, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of something sweet and entirely her, and it only drew me further. My lips found the curve of her neck, pressing softly at first, then with more intent, grazing her skin with just enough pressure to leave her breath hitching.
I could feel her heartbeat racing against my lips as I worked my way down, trailing kisses along her collarbone. Her skin was warm, inviting, and I let my hands glide down to rest at her hips, steadying us both as I kissed just beneath the hollow of her throat. Each touch, each movement, felt like a quiet plea to stay in this moment forever, to stretch it out until time itself gave up.
Her hands tightened on my shoulders, pulling me back to her lips, and the kiss was hungrier this time, more insistent, like neither of us could get enough. Without breaking from our kiss, I run my hands down your shoulder blades and deftly remove your confining bra, releasing your breasts.
Torturously slow, I'd trail down your neck, leaving soft nips and kisses that would have you arching into me. My lips would linger at your left collarbone, kissing and nibbling down toward your chest.
When I reached the curve of your breast, l'd let my lips and tongue tease the sensitive skin there, deliberately avoiding your nipple. Instead, I'd kiss and suck all around it, slow and deliberate, building anticipation with every touch.
While my mouth worked on one side, my hand would find the other, kneading gently, my thumb brushing against your nipple in a way that sent shivers through your body. The teasing would go on until I saw you trembling with need, your breath catching in your throat. Only then would I let my tongue flick out, a small, quick touch against your nipple, before wrapping my lips around it and sucking softly, my low moans vibrating through you. I'd switch back and forth between your breasts, my lips and tongue exploring one while my hand worked on the other.
My right hand would slide to your back, holding you close and scratching lightly, while my left hand alternated between your breasts and your neck, cradling you as I kissed and teased you. You'd be completely in my hold, melting into my touch.
When I couldn't wait any longer, I'd move lower, my hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. With deliberate slowness, l'd pull them off, leaving you in just your panties while I stayed in my jeans. My lips would find your inner thighs, planting kisses there while my hands massaged and explored. I'd tease you relentlessly, letting my mouth hover near the heat of your center without quite touching it, the anticipation building with every moment.
Finally, my warm hand would press against the damp fabric of your panties, finding your soaking wet mound. I'd rub slow circles against you, letting the friction build until I could feel your body trembling beneath my touch. Then, with a deliberate motion, l'd push your panties aside and slip a finger inside you, my thumb finding your clit and massaging it steadily.
While keeping that rhythm, l'd lower my head, my lips returning to your thighs, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin as my finger worked inside you. When I felt your body open to me, l'd add another finger, stretching you, while my mouth finally found your clit. My tongue would flick against it softly at first, then with more pressure, as I pulled you closer to me, my hands gripping your hips and spreading you open.
I'd savor every sound you made, my moans joining yours as I worked you with my mouth and fingers. Gradually, I'd add a third finger, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot deep inside you. I'd massage it in time with my tongue's movements on your clit, creating a rhythm that had you grinding against my face, your thighs tightening around my head as you lost control.
As the pressure inside you built, l'd feel your body responding, tightening around my fingers as your breathing grew ragged. l'd speed up, the tension building higher and higher until it felt like the world had stopped. And then, as the wave broke, l'd hold you through it, my mouth and hands drawing every ounce of pleasure from your body, letting the storm wash over you in full force.
