I reach forward to try and envelop her lips with mine again, but she moves back. I look at her worried and longingly before she begins stripping. I gawk at her and lean back, enjoying the show.
First, she takes off her jacket swiftly, like just having it on is burning her skin. She's a little slower when it comes to undoing her navy-blue tie. Then the rest of her clothes are slowly being discarded; every button, every zipper. It's torturous to watch. It's as if she is my very own personal stripper.
Unable to contain my lust, I stand up and avert my eyes from her body, deciding to take my own clothes off hastily.
I practically rip off my black sweater and grey sweatpants. I hurriedly unclip my bra and let it fall to the ground. I'm about to take my black lace panties off too, but before I do, I look up.
Adaline is in the same predicament as me, as she stands in front of me only in her red lace panties and I find my mouth watering. Like it's some sort of ritual, we stand there in front of each other and take our underwear off almost at the same time.
It should feel awkward, regardless of our agreement, I mean, we hate each other, yet here we are stripping for each other as if it's the most intimate thing in the world.
I can't even think of being self-conscious right now, no matter how nervous I am, because I can't take my eyes off Adaline's body.
Her body looks like it was sculpted by the Greek gods themselves—absolutely exquisite. Her delicious waist is impossibly narrow; her hips are the same.
I bite my lip, gawking at her toned stomach and arms. She's naturally lean, not to mention those smooth thighs and it has my mouth watering.
Then there's her tits; so perky and round, slightly bigger than my own. I should be jealous of how perfect they are, but I'm not; I want them—I want her.
I've never desired anyone more. My gaze lowers to her smooth cunt and I feel my mind spurring me on. How can someone be so utterly perfect? How did I not see this any sooner?
“You're so fucking beautiful, Juliette,” she says, snapping me out of my trance.
She's looking at me with pure hunger and something softer I can't quite decipher. I've never had anyone look at me like this before.
People tell me I'm beautiful and I know I am, but not like this. I feel my heart tearing at her words and gaze.
“You are perfect, Adaline,” I whisper back to her, my tone shaky.
We're being so soft for people who hate each other, but I wouldn't have it any other way right now. She's not the girl I hate right now, she's Adaline—the girl I'm about to have sex with.
She smiles softly and takes slow strides towards me, but I can't take it anymore. I rush towards her and envelop her in a kiss, our naked bodies intertwining. My hands wander every inch of her skin; all that repressed desire oozing out of my body.
This is all I've been able to think about since I went down on her, I need more of her. Why do I always need more of her?
I feel her soft hands moving toward my ass and grabbing it roughly and mine move to her pretty little tits. I palm and grasp them; boobs are so sexy. Who would have thought?
I feel her tongue slipping into my mouth as I kiss her back reverently like I cannot possibly get enough of her mouth and body.
She then walks me to the edge of my bed and I pull her down with me as we fall into the bed.
We continue kissing reverently as I move backwards towards the headboard. Meanwhile, she doesn't waste any time straddling my leg and I gasp into her mouth, feeling how wet her pussy is.
It's the most unbelievable feeling in the world, knowing that she's so wet because of me.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan once I detach my lips from hers. I move them to her neck mumbling against it. “Ride me, baby.”
She moans as I claw and teethe at her neck and I can feel her wetness grinding into me even harder.
It's so sexy; the way she's using me to make herself feel so good. I decide to help her by pushing my knee further up.
“Fuck,” she moans, rocking her cunt back and forth on my knee like an animal.
I continue nipping at her neck, my eyes still watching her every move and I feel myself gushing more and more. I can't take it anymore. She's too hot, too unbearable.
She's so free and attentive, she doesn't have to ignore me or run from me, she can just use me.
I move my lips away from her neck and look deep into her glazed eyes. “Open your mouth.”
