f State of Pleasure.
"Your right, but who would it hurt if we kiss? God, I wanted to kiss you for so long." I looked at her and let a shy smile creep onto my face. "Could we, you know, maybe do that?"
"I couldn't stop. It wouldn't be enough
"Common, we can handle this. I mean it's just a kiss right?"
I watched her nose crease as she begun to laugh nervously. I have never seen her nervous, I have never looked past her Kalmey's' exterior. She rose from the couch, "Okay, I'm getting too excited here. We need to stop."
I watched her walk in front of me, heading toward the door. Two months of hidden desire raced through my blood, it was either now or never. This chance would never come up again.
I got up quickly and grabbed her upper arms, turning her to face me. I pressed my lips against her's, she had mango skittles lip bum on her lips causing me to lick lightly at them. I brought us down to the bed, not breaking the electrified kiss. She resisted at first, she knew that we should be doing this, in this bed, in this room. After a couple seconds she gave into her wanton craving and her lips firmly kissed mine back. A shiver ran down her smaller frame when I nibbled on her bottom lip. She let out a small purring sound as my tongue searched for her's, relaxing when the tip of our tongues touched.
She had been right; a kiss would never be enough.
I wanted her.
But this isn't right.
I pushed her down onto the bed, all my inhibitions out the window with the need pulsing through my body. As we laid there, deep into our kiss, I put my hands under her head to bring the kiss closer, deeper. I let my eyes slide half way open, to make sure that this was real. I wanted to make sure that this exact moment was real and not a dream that I had. Her eyes was closed, she looked beautiful. The sensual look upon her face captivated me. All the doubt that had been in my body, left. I rubbed my cheek against her neck and smelt all her wonderful smells; vanilla and honey. Our bodies were breathing together as I went back to attacking her lips. Her hands trailed up to the inside of my shirt and trailed small circles on my back. She was making the most wonderful little moaning noises. The kiss turned into something demanding as my lips trailed down to the spot behind her ear, kissing and sucking her beautiful tanned skin as my hands began to explore. I easily removed her light pink colored tank top and bra.
She pulled my grazing lips back to her hungry ones. We melted into each other; the heat between us was scorching. Our lips stayed so tight to each other that there was no air getting in or out. We kissed passionately for a long time, I didn't know how long but it was worth it. I began to get dizzy with my wanton lust. This is exactly what we were in, a pure, unadulterated, lust. I traced the curve of the side of her breast with my hand; her skin was so soft underneath my fingertips. I followed the contour of her breast to her nipples and gave them a light twist.
I pulled myself from our kiss, which was in its self hard to pull from. I lowered myself down to the perky nipples; it reminded me so much of her own perky attitude most of the time. Slowly I lowered myself farther down and unzipped and removed her pants while I let my fingertips linger little trails on her smooth skin. I slipped off her underwear along with her pants and laid them down on the floor, remembering where I put them for a quicker escape. I began to message her feet, then her calves, and slowly her thighs. The moment was smooth, simple, and the little glances we gave each other heightened the moment and created more want.
I tangled my fingers into the soft, dark curl between her legs. I looked at her face, which was staring back at me with a devilish smile. I pushed my finger in deeper into the slippery lips. She began to tip her hips, and muttered "Please." I removed my finger and slid my palms up her flat stomach and down her sides. I inched closer and closer to her wetness that I knew she wanted touched. Time after time I did this, coming closer and closer to the raging heat but still not touching it. This was pure torture on my part, and I could see it in her face. I took my hands off her legs and brought them to hover over her heat, her center. Her hips pushed forward.
I continued to tease her while I watched her eyes grow more frustrated, then I felt my own pussy begin to get soaked. Soon she was gasping for air while grinding her hips and lifting them as she tried to force my fingers in her. She was sweating hot drips and crying, "Fuck, just do it!" The demand made me even wetter; I haven't heard such profanities escape her lips like that. I liked the sound. I didn't want to do that. I wanted to lick her honey up and taste it in my mouth. I lowered myself down and spread her hot lips with my tongue. Her taste was different, honey-like. I felt like a hummingbird, trying to get as much of her sweet nectar. I thrust my tongue in once. I bit at her swollen lips, licked her walls, and sucked her juices while she squirmed around and withered in painful pleasure. I kneaded her breast with one hand as I slid a finger from my free hand under my tongue. She purred and spread her legs wider.
I explored her cunt; wiggled a second finger inside of her, tickled her labia and clit by blowing on them. She shivered. Her hands threaded through my wild blonde hair and brought her pussy crashing into my face. I massaged and slipped my fingers in and out of her in a rhythmic motion, letting her honey wet my fingers. She growled, "Harder, baby, deeper, please." The demanding sound was provocative, my need for a release making my body shiver.
This was about her, only her.
She expanded but her tightness still squeezed on my fingers. Her cunt took three of my fingers into the wet and suffocating passage. I drove deep inside the grunting girl and felt her pussy suck me in, inviting me deeper. I was harmonized to her rhythm as we continued this sexy moment. She was whimpering.
I looked up and glanced at her whiskey colored eyes rolling back into her head. Her dark brown hair was smashed against the pillow and stuck to the side of her face by the sweat. I could feel small drops slide between her breasts as I slid my hand down to message her stomach. She was craving that spark; that moment when your body tenses up and the world stops. She was ready for that shot that from head to toe that would make her feel as if she was in heaven.
"Olivia," she whimpered.
I gave in.
I quickened my thrusts, and she exploded in ecstasy. I reached my hand to her left breast and laid it there; feeling the blood pump in and out of her heart. I sucked on her clit and curved my fingers. Her eyes widened with desire induced pupils and contentment. They silently pleaded with mine to never stop the pleasure, the heavenly feeling.
As she came off the high, she lowered back down to the bed. I kept my fingers deep in her channel but brought my body to lie onto her smaller form. Her body was sweaty and hot with post-orgasmic sweat. I saw tears fall from her eyes. I showered her with comforting kisses. She whispered a thank you into my ear so sweetly that it sounded like she was a heaven sent angel.
We lay here inaudibly until she broke the silence.
"We shouldn't have done that
" She whispered as she untangled herself from me and grabbed her easily assessable clothes that I had gingerly lay at the bottom of the bed.
She was right, but I wouldn't change it. The look on her face after she came was priceless. I looked at her as she quickly got dressed, "Do you regret it?"
She shook her head no.
"That's all I needed to hear," I said and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down for my discarded shirt. I put it on and grabbed my purse next to it to grab the hand sanitizer and Love Spell lotion. I had to destroy the evidence.
I watched her silently leave the room.
The following months were silent. There was no talking about that night. We had over looked it and started back at square one. We gave each other small glances, shy smiles as we passed each others in the halls at school or elsewhere. That night was unforgettable, but we had to stay quiet. We couldn't mess this up, we didn't want to mess this up. I missed the talking, though. I missed being able to relate to her shyness or her outburst. I thought it was cute when her nose would crinkle when she smiled at something I said, or how her voice sounded raspy.
Silence was loud, almost deafening.