It was late in the afternoon and with nothing, in particular, either of us wanted to do, we were making up for lost time holding each other and simply enjoying each other's company. It was snowing outside and it was cold enough to warrant cuddling for warmth often.
In just our underwear, I was content with wrapping my arms around his neck and taking advantage of the skin-on-skin contact. His hands, however, were working on forging a trail up and down my sides. Having already removed my shirt, I was surprised his focus wasn't more... Focused. Touching my boobs was a favorite of his, whether for fun or to initiate more intimate happenings.
I couldn't complain. Under the covers was the best, I could feel his warm breath on my hair and warmer skin almost melded with mine. The only thing that kept me from thinking we were stuck was the subtle shifts made by our legs and arms trying to pull us closer together, and the hand that now sat on my hip. Despite being warm all over, there was a noticeable heat where he came in contact with me and a growing one in my abdomen. I swallowed and just scooted closer to him in an attempt to ignore the feeling.
My attempt didn't last long and I soon chose to pull my head back from his, and when he mirrored the action in response, I pressed my lips against his. Moving my mouth slowly on his, I adjusted my arms yet again to pull him closer. Tilting my head so I could get more creative, I attempted to be subtle about moving one of my legs in between his and another above. It was a kind of scooting motion and I don't think he failed to notice, but he leaned into it and our kiss all the same. Parting my lips with the intent on nibbling on his, I smirked remembering some of our past conversations about putting tongues down throats.
My weird laugh got a weird laugh from him, and we parted in giggles.
"What," he asked, wearing the smile of his I loved so much.
"Nothing"
"No No. What is it?"
"I want to shove my tongue down your throat."
He laughed and leaned back, bringing one hand up to his face and I followed suit, laughing at my dumb comment and covering my face out of embarrassment. It was pretty often that I ruined things like this, but he seems to think it endearing. I'm glad I found someone to be this comfortable with.
"Shut up," I said, pulling him closer to me. "get back here."
I leaned back in an attempt at getting him to lay at least mostly on top of me and we resumed our kiss. Heating things up a bit I used the motion to get him to lean into me and I may or may not have screamed a little internally when I felt his erection against my thigh. Being more than a little turned on at this point, I had one hand on his back and the other on the back of his head in what was honestly a feeble and unnecessary attempt to hold him in place. I licked his lips and he responded almost instantly, tilting his head and opening them so we could both have access. My tongue slid into his mouth and my hand on his back dropped down to squeeze his ass. This caused his hips to move slightly, giving me a wave of new feelings. I made an awkward squeaking sounds and whipped my hand up to wrap my arms around his neck and hope he didn't notice.
I think I felt him smile, but I' ma pretend I can't tell.
This only lasted for a few more seconds before I had to shift my legs and breathe in a bit deeper. My breath came out in a short, high pitched moan and rubbing my legs together wasn't helping much with the tension. I felt him breathe in as well as he pulled away from me. His hands that had previously been on either side of me to hold himself up shifted his weight to the left, as he brought his right hand to my boob. His mouth, which was now a bit wet, went to the other side of my neck. I closed my eyes to focus on his hand, and mouth that was now placing moist, gentle kisses on my neck and collarbone. His hand was massaging my left tit in a motion that involved him pushing with his palm, and my breathing got heavier. I loved the way he did that.
At a loss for what to do, I simply gripped his shoulders and melted. His kisses trailed down and before I knew it, his hand moved from its position and helped him to re-adjust downward. He left a few kisses on my chest and right boob before getting to the point and sucking in my nipple. My mouth, which (unbeknownst to me) had previously been open, had shut. My back arched slightly as my legs bent so my feet could push against the bed as I straightened them out again and breathed in heavily. My hands went to the back of his head and my eyes opened to watch him. His fingers returned to my other boob, sliding over my ribcage first, and my breath caught. He probably did that on purpose. Dick. This time though, he was more focused on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. My breaths out became light moans. I could feel it in my breasts, and in a very direct feeling below my belly button and between my legs. It felt so good.
I closed my eyes again and leaned back to simply enjoy the feelings. It wasn't long before he decided to switch to my other boob. His hand that had been previously holding him up didn't go to my boob like I thought it would. Instead, it traced down my side and crossed my stomach to slip into my underwear. My wet nipple, now exposed to the air, reacted to the cold and caused me to shiver in response. I pressed my hand to my boob to remove the feeling, but my focus was elsewhere, specifically on his hand and fingers that were now rubbing on the outside of me. I remembered walking him through this part and having him do a kind of irregular circle motion that he was now repeating. I moved my hips slightly to press against his hand almost by reflex. The contact his fingers made with me added to the heat in my underwear and the work he continued with his mouth was not helping.
Not quite sure how to further the situation, I moved my hands under his arms in an attempt to pull him up to me. I wanted to finish this and kiss him. I want his tongue in my mouth and his dick inside me.
My tongue in his? Whatever.
He left my nipple with a wet sound, like a "pop" almost, to respond to my actions. I unintentionally made a gurgling sound in response. If I had time for blushing and awkwardness, well, you know. He chuckled and if given the chance I'm guessing he would've teased me about it. I wasn't gonna give him that chance.
I pulled him up to kiss me and nudged my knees into his hips to aid my hands moving him upwards. I pressed my mouth against him hastily in a kiss that was more about touching my lips to his, and opening then closing my mouth than any kind of focussed progression. I figured I was being pretty good at showing him what I wanted, but he didn't seem to understand. He pulled away from me, and holding onto his shoulders I asked if something was wrong.
"Nah, it's fine. I just kinda wanted to do more... Hand stuff."
"Oh." Awkward seconds of silence. I frowned and covered my face, looking away.
"Sorry"
"No, it's okay"
"Okay." "Yup." "yeah." Awkward.
"You can do that. That's ok. It sounds nice."
"Okay" I'd cry if I could.
He looked down toward my stomach and leaned back down to kiss my chest. Okay, not necessarily what I expected. Moist kisses trailed down from my chest to my stomach, and his hand came up to aid the movement. He took his time once reaching my belly. I remember him saying he wanted to do this on more than one occasion. His mouth was warm against my skin. This was nice, to say the least. He paused momentarily to shove the covers down. I'm guessing so he wouldn't suffocate. Either way, the air was cold and I flinched in response.
