Permanent 99
The heat is unbelievable, I'm kind of used to feel it like this in Texas but who would have thought it could be this hot in England. This moist, thick air surrounding making us drowsy, we're just lying on the grass beneath a tall tree doing nothing but feel uncomfortable and pray for a bit of breeze.
I don't even remember closing my eyes, the heat was so intense I didn't realize he was so close to me until I felt his lips against my skin, a cold shiver passed through my back and made me pulled away opening my eyes at once.
His expression was priceless. I think he was falling asleep when he felt me kissing his neck. The blush on his cheeks and him pulling away only made me want to kiss him again forcefully on the lips, make good use of the huge garden we were in and rip his clothes off. Make the heat a little more pleasant.
The smile he gave me. It had been a while since I'd seen that smile. I lean in and kissed him biting his lower lip feeling how his clothes pressed against his warm skin, making it difficult for me to pull them up, that heat…It was driving me insane.
The ice on the tea were almost completely melted, I graved the bigger one and let it slide down his abdomen, leaping the wet trace it left down to the edge of his pants.
The ice cube traveling through my skin, the contrast between its coolness and the warmth of his mouth, I had to cover my mouth as I felt my back arching as he undid my belt and pulled down my pants.
It was incredible how clear and fuzzy my mind was at the same time. I wanted him so badly; there wasn't anything nor anyone else but us and that heat surrounding us. I pulled his hands off his face and kissed him, tasting the tea still on his lips and mouth, smiling when I felt his legs on each side of my hip.
So very close and so very hot. He was passing his hand down my chest and stomach pressing just were he knew I'll moan, caressing my lips with his own as he whispered how much he wanted it, touching the inside of my thighs delaying to the most the final contact.
I lay him down on the grass as I passed my hand though his hair and neck, feeling his legs tighten on my sides. I lean in and heard him moan against my ear, growing loader as I moved faster, kissing and biting his neck.
My nails on his back dug deeper into his skin with every kiss and half pronounced word he gave me. The heat now completely contra rested with our own, the sweat falling down his back and face, between our joined hips and abdomens, my name in his mouth filled with lust and craving
His face, his body, his voice trying to speak and failing. The amazing feeling of how his stomach crashed with mine every time he arched his back against the ground. I pressed until I couldn't get any closer to him; we moan and panted, saying what we already knew.
The rapture. The moment he held me close to him, crossing his arms behind my back, calling my name I felt it unraveling of my stomach through my back, arms and legs, melting my brain and will , unable to say anything but his name.
I felt him tight against me and kissed him, silencing his shout if only for a second before I lost my mind and ended, crashing to the ground trying to catch my breath, not wanting to move or separate from him, only doing it at his request.
I took his hand. He and I for as long as I can remember, we were always on a permanent 99.