“One month.”
Slitch’s face had never looked so
peaceful.
I wondered if I looked the same.
“The first of many.”
Clever response?
A kiss was my reward.
I returned it while we hid beneath the
covers.
A thin veil that protected us from the
promised cold that awaited outside.
Slitch slid closer.
“Definitely.”
I closed her sentence with a smile.
She blushed.
I watch her a moment.
Then kiss her neck.
She gasps in surprise.
I start to pull away.
“Don’t.”
She looks at me with strange eyes.
Then moves atop me.
I lay back as she does.
My eyes trailing along her curves.
“Slitch…” I start as she then removes
her shirt, revealing her luminescent chest, punctuated with two perfectly
sculpted breasts.
I felt the butterflies in my stomach
begin to swirl.
Gently her hands gripped the edge of
my shirt and I felt mine soon follow hers to the floor.
Her breath moved down my body, leaving a warm
trail that left me tingly.
Two pairs of jeans added to the
growing pile of discarded clothes.
Our hands slid along skin.
Seamless.
Little did I know nor care whether my
hands were scratching down her hips or caressing my own breasts.
I felt her lips on mine.
My fingers gripping her hips.
Hers moving up my belly.
A nipped ear.
A pinched nipple.
The heat we were generating slowly
caused the beckoning frost to melt away.
The covering blanket a drifting
afterthought.
Pleasured moans and whispers drifted
through the air.
The building anticipation setting fire
to the world around us.
All I felt was her.
And that’s what I was determined to explore.
Slitch leaned in and bit into my neck.
Earning a soft scream on my part.
And with then I felt her fingers
slither down my chest.
My belly.
And beneath my slipping underwear.
Within mere moments I felt them slip
in.
And my butterflies burst into flame.
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