Hey guys! Decided to try it from Amy's point of view, still a continuation. Thanks for all of the support. Don't worry, the story will for sure keep going. Check back for chapter four by 5/1/14
AMY'S POINT OF VIEW
Her shirt felt oddly heavy. It still came off with ease.
I balled it into her hand, then tossed it across the room.
The air around us seemed really thin, as if we could break through to each other with more ease then normal. It felt light too. The space between us that often felt like a brick wall seemed like tissue paper now. The light that brighten the room was so sharp. So piercing, that I felt as if I could only look at her with the help of sunglasses. Nothing shinned as much as her smile in that moment when she looked at my lips.
I bit my own lip in retaliation for her previous stunt of thinking I would refuse her of anything. She couldn't help but get back on top of me. Not that I was sick of the position, but I found myself looking for some control of my own.
I flipped Karma over, ending with myself straddling her. I took a moment to look at the perfect lines her teeth made in junction with her soft lips before leaning in for a slow, crawling kiss. It only created more sexual tension then it intended to release. She pulled away and sent her hands right back to their pervious actions on my waistband. It gave me shivers.
I locked my eyes onto her lace bra. Seeing the peeks of flesh it allowed only made me feel like I had to plea for more. During this reflection time, Karma had my pants all the way to my ankles. She slowly brought her hands from my knees up to the crooks in my thighs. I closed my eyes shut so tightly they would have to have been pried open with a pair of pliers, or her voice.
"Don't make me ask too much again."
I opened my eyes to see her pouting in between my legs, and honestly the image was in fact too much.
I moved my hands stealthy to her own, and while she looked puzzled for a moment, she quickly understood my intentions. I pulled her hands over the lace ruffle on my bra. Not too long after she had her left hand underneath me unclasping it. She took her time doing what she wanted to at my chest.
I decided I desired the skin to skin contact she was getting. Unclasping her bra shocked her a little because she was so busy herself. This reaction dazed me. She wanted me in this moment, and whether she wanted me tomorrow or next week, I wasn't going to let any negative thoughts ruin this Sunday afternoon. The sun was going down and it only made her look brighter.
She was antsy. She placed her hands back on the high of my thigh, and quickly moved to the area that so desperately needed friction. She rubbed close to the tempo of my own heartbeat and I knew it wouldn't be long before I completely unhinged. Her eyes connected with mine and I seared the image to the inside of my eyelids so I could see it every time I was tired, it was too bright, or even blinked I would only be reminded of this day. She pulled my underwear down to my ankles to join my pants.
As she brought her face forward to the fork in my torso, I pulled her face forward to connect with my lips again, merely because I couldn't contain myself. She moved her tongue through my mouth, going just the right amount of deep, almost to say "Here's a pre-show."
When she disconnected the bond we had created, I felt empty. When she placed her hands back down to my thighs I felt full again. She lowered her body even more and placed her chin onto the bed spread in between my legs. I was loosing myself…..
Her head moved only a fraction of an inch before the rough sound of the door knob turning pierced my ears.