I grasped the back of her head tightly and tilted it back with a rough jerk of my wrist. Her mouth fell open in a moan and before she could resist, my lips were upon hers, claiming them with a violent need that enveloped us both. I felt her hands glide over my curves, coming around to my front to massage my breasts as my tongue invaded her mouth, dancing across the inside, tasting the passion upon her own palate. She gave a light squeeze as a mew escaped her. I broke the kiss, both of us coming up for a quick gasp of air before I plunged us down again.
Without hesitation, I had her laid out in my bed, her white skin a stark contrast to the deep green of my comforter. Her tongue flicked out to wet her painted lavender lips and her black nails clawed at my tank top. Gladly I whipped it off and tossed it across the room, straddling her with ease as my bare breasts swayed and my nipples came to a rosy budding. She purred softly, reaching up to rub her thumbs over the perfect points. I jolted slightly at the contact but my hips began rotating in approval.
I pushed up the hem of her t-shirt and exposed her own beautiful orbs. I filled both my hands with them and kneaded the flesh gently, pinching her nipples between the knuckles of my fore and middle fingers. Her hazel eyes fluttered shut again and her back arched into my touch. I easily bent over, my long blonde ponytail tickling the sensitive tip of her right breast. She let out a louder moan. I quickly fed off of it, latching my mouth onto her left breast and suckling eagerly at it. She began writhing with need, reaching a hand under my skirt to massage my mound.
The moan against her breast must have triggered something because it did not take long for her to flip me and reverse our position. She ground her knee into my crotch and continued playing with my nipples. Flicks, pinches, and twists all sent agonizing pleasure through me. It was almost too much, until without warning, she stopped. I opened my blue eyes briefly and through her black curtain of bangs met her gaze. She lowered herself to her stomach on the mattress; her hands gliding down my sides then up under my skirt. I felt the tug at my lacey underwear. I lifted my hips and felt the material slide down my legs slowly, seductively. Her hot breath was fast against my skin and I felt a ripple of anxiety as moisture seeped from my core.
