She takes my face in hers, and I stand on the balls of my feet to reach her lips. It’s a kind of heaven, being with her like this. I wonder if the door will creak, or a knock will come, to pull us apart once more. The winter air is cold but her skin is hot, and I want it against mine. I reach for the nape of her neck and unbutton her dress, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. Her fingers, faster than mine, unlace the ribbon at my collar, grazing the rippled flesh of my breast. We pull our clothes clear and come together at the foot of the bed, shivering into eachother. “Let’s get under the covers” she says, tugging my hand. “No” I kiss an inch below her earlobe. “I want to see you. All of you.”

She falls back from me, and lets me take in her body. I have seen her naked a hundred times before, but not like this. There is a raw redness to her cheeks now, a trembling in her legs, a glisten of saliva on her lips. I touch my hand to her breast and caress the nipple, smiling as the pink nub goes hard. I don’t tell her that I will play this scene over in my head when I’m alone at night, on my knees on the carpet with my hand slick in my panties, soft whimpers escaping my lips as I buck my hips forward. The space between my legs tingles as a new hunger awakens. “Where else can I touch you?” I ask, my eyes wandering over every inch of exposed flesh. Without a word, she takes my hand and guides it down her stomach and beneath her hips. My fingers graze the neat patch of down and delve into her core without hesitation. Her clitoris is hot and dripping, and her pelvis thrusts into my hand involuntarily. We moan together for the first time, and I feel a small piece of myself leave my body. I was born to touch her. We are a perfect fit.

Her clit feels so good against my hand, and I take my time with it, stroking, rubbing, patting and diving. Her wetness reaches my wrist as she pants softly into my ear, and I wonder how she tastes. I could taste her, I think, as I pump two fingers deep. My body moves with a will of its own, and I kiss my way to her pelvis. Her hand moves to contain her squeal as my tongue darts into her flesh, and I feel the fingernails of her other hand dig in to my scalp. “Relax” I coo, lapping at her clit with burgeoning excitement. She’s a little salty, and her scent could make me fuck for days. I feel my own wetness spreading, and as I pleasure her, I trace circles around my own clit. I moan into her labia, and I know she feels the vibration, because her legs start to shudder. She’s coming close, but I won’t give in so easy. I want to fuck her until her screams wake the dead.

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