Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wait a minute, she was torn, wasn't she? No, she didn't care about what KC might be doing with Jenna right now. This was not about her getting back at KC. This was about now. As she felt his hands on her arms. His lips on her.
He was so perfect. She couldn't believe her luck. He pulled off her glasses then. His smile made her smile. She could barely catch her breath. His tongue touched hers just as pleasing before as in the library. It was like nourishing this lust. Or was it love? It was so hard to keep it straight. With his fingers in her hair, down her back. Under her shirt.
Finally, he broke away and just looked at her. It was as if he was ready for the next level when he lifted his T over his head. And then he unbuttoned her smock just to find a tiny T underneath.... Under that was just a camisole. ....And there was her cross.
She didn't ask what he was doing because she was afraid he might snap it off. Instead, he delicately took it off as he kissed her and put the necklace around his neck as if some memento. He kissed her neck then and before she knew it, they were on his comfy bed. She was intertwined in him, some how, as she laid back on his pillow to see what was next.
Naturally, the kissing just grew and she felt her jeans being tugged open and his pinkie slipping down. She felt herself coming undone. It was so tantalizing and strange but so electric too. It made her smile as she looked up into his face. His eyes were so blue. This all felt so true.
Maybe they should come here every afternoon.
Posted by ivy at 1:26 AM