The movie credits are flickering up the screen. You look over at me and I'm smiling up at you cheekily, teasingly withholding my comments about the film. But I had been chuckling and quipping with you all the way through, so you know I liked it. Or at least, I enjoyed the experience of watching it with you. For the two hours we'd been watching, sitting upright on the bed, we'd been steadily closing the distance between our bodies. From a somewhat shy, friendly distance to where we are now, shoulders warmly pressed, knees nudging.
I turn and embrace the arm of yours that I was leaning against, and you can't help but be intensely aware of the softness now enveloping your upper arm. I can see you blushing, as if it's our first time being this close, you absolute cutie. I reach up and stroke your cheek. My soft fingertip gently traces the shape of your nose, drifts along your jawline, and pauses on your lips. My own lips are parted slightly, eyes fixed on your mouth. Now I'm blushing, suddenly incredibly self conscious, seeming to forget what comes next. You flash that teasing smile that drives me crazy. Of course, what comes next is that kiss you dive in to give me. I return it hungrily, pressing my warm tongue to yours. I shudder as I feel your fingertips saunter from the base of my neck up to my cheek. Your hands are incredible. Your palm cups around my cheek, at first gently, then firmer and warmer as our intensity rises. When you lean away to take a breath, I gently pull on your bottom lip. Don't go, that wasn't nearly enough. Just kissing you has made me so excited. I straddle you quickly, and I press my forehead to yours as I unbutton your shirt. I whisper, almost
whimper
, "It's been hours...I want you so fucking bad
.
"
Your chest now exposed, I kiss you again. God, you're so fucking gorgeous. I slowly kiss down your body, your cheek, your neck, down your amazing chest. I unbutton your trousers, and help you pull them off. Now, I kiss
up,
rubbing my face from your calves, your knees, to your lascivious thighs. I linger, nibbling the softness of your inner thighs, just below the line of your briefs. I look up at you, over your bulge, and I smile. I inch my mouth upwards...back to your tummy. You groan and chuckle at my teasing and tug pointedly at my shirt. I straighten up and pull it over my head, and you seize your chance...and my breasts. You run your hands up my torso and grasp my tits while my arms are stretched upwards. I chose a thin bra today; lacy, no padding. A calculated choice so that you would feel as much of me as possible if you grabbed me there. I planned for this.
I place my hands over your glorious ones as you knead my tits. I'm biting my lip to stop myself from moaning. Fuck, I love your hands on me. I take your right hand and kiss your fingers, then slip your index finger into my mouth. I caress it with my tongue, sucking gently, moving it back and forth in the warmth and wetness. Adoring murmurs are rolling from your lips, and I feel your other hand grasp my ass underneath my skirt. You take over the movement, fingering my mouth, and slip your middle finger in too. Ohhh god that's driving me wild. I'm eagerly grinding against your thigh. You move faster, there's drool on my chin, it's so sloppy and wet now. Fuck. I'm panting and whimpering as I reluctantly pull my mouth off of your fingers. I need more. I'm hungry for the hard treat between your legs.
