"This," Chloe whispered "is why I invited you..." She nipped Beca's earlobe in her mouth gently, and Beca moaned beneath her. Chloe smiled, planting a trail of kisses along her jaw, across her chin, and down to the last inch of skin she could reach before Beca's hoody interrupted her plans.
Chloe sat up slightly, fingering the hem of the jumper which rested on Beca's hips. "Can... Can I?" She asked with a nervous smile. Beca pursed her lips. "It's okay - we don't have to-"
"It's okay," Beca nodded, and pushed herself up onto her elbows. "It's okay..."
She hooked her hands into the back of Chloe's tumbling curls, and as she did so Chloe planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. "It is okay," she whispered back, and gently began to lift the jumper up along Beca's stomach, then broke the kiss whilst she pulled it off over Beca's head. It was flung with careless abandon to the other side of the room.
Chloe's stomach stirred as she looked at the beautiful, beautiful girl in front of her. She had waited for what felt like an age for this, and there was nothing she wanted more than to explore every inch with gentle precision. She reached out her index finger, and trailed a line along Beca's torso, watching the goosepimples rise where her finger had been. Beca fell backwards onto the bed and Chloe saw her smile, her head angled backwards, her neck smooth and inviting. Chloe crept forwards, on her knees, placing her hands gently on Beca's slim hips. The waistband of the sweatpants rested just above Beca's navel, and Chloe begun by trailing gentle kisses where her finger had been, along Beca's smooth stomach, past the tattoo which delicately adorned her hip - stopping to kiss that for a second longer, knowing it had once been sore - and moving further up. One hand gently swirled up Beca's side, her nails soft and light, which caused Beca to shiver and twitch unexpectedly beneath her hands, whilst the other hand gently caressed her hip as if to sooth and ease Beca's nerves. "It's okay," Chloe repeated, her breath hot on Beca's stomach. "It's okay..."
"I know," she heard Beca say quietly.
Chloe crept further up Beca's body, and placed a kiss along the left side of rib, across the delicate ribbon of Beca's bra, following the curve of her chest, into the valley between her breasts, and round and up the opposite side of her neck. A throaty moan growled in Beca as she did so. Her smooth skin felt warm beneath her lips, and the taste of Beca's sweet perfume lingered on Chloe's mouth. She licked her lips, and felt Beca shiver as she placed them back to her earlobe. "Chloe..." Beca whispered. "Chloe, what are we doing?"
"I can stop," Chloe said back, gentle in Beca's ear. "Whenever you want. Tell me to stop, and I promise - I promise I will."
Beca didn't tell her so, but rolled her head to one side to allow Chloe's kisses to creep further along the skin beside where her brown curls tumbled gently onto her shoulders.
"You're beautiful." Chloe said quietly, feeling the warmth of every syllable on Beca's skin. "Really. So beautiful."
Beca smiled, and turned to place her lips on Chloe's. She could taste her own perfume on Chloe's mouth, and it made the deep of her stomach stir. She knew this was wrong, but it felt so, so right. Beca let her hands wander, first feeling Chloe's jumper tentatively from the sides, then when she felt Chloe's body tense against her own she held a fistful of the top tight in her hands and pulled Chloe even closer in. She tugged gently on the hoody, and feeling no resistance from Chloe other than a throaty moan of approval embedded within the kiss, proceeded to pull it up, over her head, and off like her own. Beca felt a warmth spread to her stomach - and further - as she saw Chloe, leaning above her. Her hair fell in auburn tumbles, over her shoulders, framing her breasts at either side. The arms that were pinned at either side of Beca's head were tanned, and Beca saw that her smooth breasts, which were precociously close to her face were cupped by a delicate, floral bra. "Wow. Pink?" Beca smiled, and leant up to cup Chloe's face in her hand. "Really?"
Chloe smiled back, and let one of her hands slip down Beca's ribcage, and further round to Beca's back. "Really." She felt the stiff clasp of Beca's bra beneath her fingers, and concentrated on loosening the grip between its hooks.
"What are you-" Beca said, but Chloe planted a deep kiss onto her lips, and Beca could do nothing but embrace it. She felt Chloe's hand whisper delicately further round her torso, and Chloe's kiss slipped slowly from her mouth, trailing down the side of her neck and onto her shoulder blades. Chloe, having successfully unclipped the bra hooks, even with Beca on top of her hand, took one of the straps of the bra in her teeth and tugged gently. Beca groaned. She smiled, and leant across to repeat the gesture on the other shoulder. The bra slipped gently down, and Chloe, egged on by Beca's wandering hands on her own hips, pulled it away from Beca's chest.
"Oh. Wow." she whispered, and saw Beca blush.
"I-don't-I mean-" Beca said, and took her hands from Chloe's hips to place them over her face. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise. I'll stop," Chloe whispered gently, leaning forward to take one breast in her mouth. She whispered again, blowing her warm breath over Beca's chest. "Whenever you want."
Beca did not remove her hands from her face for a second, but also did not refuse Chloe's mouth, warm and wet on her nipple. A deep, throaty moan of approval came from her, and Chloe smiled. One hand trailed gently up and down Beca's flat stomach, occasionally brushing against the unoccupied breast, whilst the other hand was hooked under the nape of Beca's neck, her fingers intertwining in Beca's hair. Chloe felt hands pulling her closer, and she gratefully accepted the offer, enjoying every second she allowed herself on Beca's skin. She soon felt the nub of Beca's nipple harden in her mouth, and moved onto the other breast, still rubbing the nipple of the first between her forefinger and thumb. Beca, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by desire, hooked her legs around Chloe's waist, and groaned her name. Chloe felt a warmth spread between her legs, and moved her kiss, fervently, back up to Beca's mouth. She was met with a deep lustful kiss; warm, wet, and desperate with desire. "Chloe." She felt whispered warm into her mouth. "Chloe, please..."
Obliging, but still slowly, Chloe hooked a thumb into the waistband of Beca's sweatpants. She planted further kisses, first one on Beca's hip, followed by a delicate string across her navel, to the other gentle jut of bone at the opposite side, and as she did so gently tugged the sweatpants from Beca's body. She tensed slightly, but still allowed Chloe to follow the sweatpants, sliding along her hips with further kisses. Chloe, nervous herself now, hovered above the elasticated band of Beca's underwear. They were not at all what Chloe had expected, instead, delicate slithers of floral net which matched the bra that now lay abandoned like the two jumpers, rested on Beca's skin. They were slighly see-through, and the prospect of the undiscovered skin that lay beneath made a fervent flush in Chloe's cheeks, and an undeniable warmth heighten further in Chloe's core.
She scraped her nails gently along either side of Beca's ribs, and felt her squirm beneath her hands, and mutter something, breathless and incoherant. She worked her way from Beca's breasts - the nipples on both were now brilliantly hard - and down, along Beca's stomach once more, with deep kisses, sucking hard against the skin, watching the flushed red marks appear one by one. She paused for a second above the hem of Beca's underwear, before blowing a gentle stream of warm air from between her lips and leaning down to take the bow which adorned the top of the pants between her teeth. She gave a little tug, to pull them further down, assisted by her hands which had now wandered from Beca's hips to her thighs - but just as she did so Beca leapt up, out of her hands, looking terrified. She shook her head.
"I'm so sorry." she whispered, and hugged her knees tightly into her chest. "I can't-I -I can't do this. I don't want to - I mean, I do- but-I'm sorry."
"That's okay," Chloe said, and smiled nervously. She felt awful all of a sudden - she knew this had been a bad idea. She leant down from the bed and passed Beca her jumper, which she gratefully pulled on, still mumbling apologies. "It's fine." Chloe said, and gently planted a kiss on Beca's nose. "Stop saying sorry."
"I feel like I've... I don't know..."
"You've done nothing." Chloe handed back Beca's half empty glass. "Here. "
Beca shook her head. "I've had enough for tonight. Can...Can I just do one more thing..." she mumbled, and looked away.
"Sure." Chloe said, with a gentle hand on Beca's thigh.
Beca swivelled on the bed, and tucked herself into the gap between the bedroom wall and Chloe. As if anticipating, Chloe shuffled further onto her bed, wrapping a blanket over the both of them. She smiled as Beca wrapped an arm around her waist. "Lets... lets just see." she said, and rested her chin on Chloe's shoulder. "I'm sorry." she muttered once again. Chloe smiled, and leant across to place a kiss on Beca's shoulder. She had never seen her so vulnerable.
"It's okay. Really."