Frostbites
Our lips crashed in a not so awkward kiss.
The hands once massaging my lower back moved upwards, and had undone the clasps of my bra. She tugged the Cross Private polo up, and broke the kiss long enough to pull it over my head. Her tongue poked the tip of my lip and I let the wet appendage tangle in my own.
The friction was dizzying and sent my hormones into overdrive. Lobster blush was prominent in my family, and the blood flowed to foreign (and not so foreign) places from the rest of my body. It was swelteringly hot and getting uncomfortable. I pulled away harshly, bare breasts bouncing against my chest. A strong of saliva connected our mouths and I hid my face in her hair, trying to regain my stolen breathe.
My heart hammered against my ribcage, and I tried to gather my thoughts.
"Take..."
"Take...?" I mutely glared at the fully clothed woman.
"Take off your clothes." I surprised even myself with the force of my command, that even Yuuko looked minutely shocked. Suffering from a small power trip, I pinned her to the lounge chair and nibbled the corner of her lip. "Now." I wriggled my hips for effect.
She smiled against my teeth and I could hear the rustling of fabric and feel the bare skin on my own. My predictions of her going commando should have been no surprise. But it excited me under my skirt, ruining any sense of dominance I had before, and I knew she could feel it.
I wet myself. On a beautiful woman may I add.
If the tips of ears hadn't done so already, they flooded with color.
Her lips were sealed in a mirthful smile, stiffing laughter.
"We haven't even started yet."
I had a feeling I was heading into dangerous territory.
