I bite my lower lip, letting it drag through my teeth, and think about what it would feel like doing that to her own pouty bottom lip.
We move in infinitesimal increments, like a gravitational force beyond both of us is drawing us together slowly.
Our hands unclasp, and she cautiously slides her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, only stopping when they reach my jaw.
‘I thought you weren’t moving,’ I tease.
When I put my hands in the small of her back, she gasps, and I’m certain that I want to hear that sound over and over. If she wasn’t standing right between my legs, I’d press my thighs together to feel the deliciousness.
I’m drunk on her.
When the soft tip of her nose brushes against mine, it’s my turn to gasp.
‘Please,’ she begs. Her breath dances on my skin. ‘Dolly. Please kiss me. Just once.’
All my weak protestations die at her words. I don’t have it in me anymore. I don’t want to hold back.
‘Just once,’ she pleads. ‘I want to feel the fireworks.’
Just once?
If that’s all we can have, I’ll give that to her.
Just once.
‘Kiss me then,’ I say, drunk and cocky and desperate for this agony to end.
She moves so slowly that I might break in two, still clutching my face in her hands like she’s about to devour me, or drink me. I’m about to beg her to do either of those.
And the relief of her lips finally on mine is a rising symphony.
I see stars when she nudges her lips open, and as I dip my tongue into our kiss, she makes this beautiful little sound.
Our mouths move easily in sync, like we’ve been kissing forever, or like our bodies recognise each other from a past life.
I’m hungry for her, and it’s my turn to moan when she steps forward, pressing her body against me.
My God, I want her.
I dot tiny kisses on the curve of skin where cheek meets nose, and she melts against me, whining softly into my hair at the touch.
‘Dolly,’ she pleads, dropping her hands from my jaw to run them through my hair.
I trail kisses along her face, under the softness of her chin, and along her jaw.
Her skin tastes of the coconut moisturiser I try not to watch her slather on every day, and the rhubarb pie perfume she dabs at her delicate little wrists. There’s an undercurrent of salt that I could lap forever. And a deeper flavour all her own that I could enjoy forever.
She tastes incredible, and I wonder what the rest of her tastes like; sweet and salt and heat. At just the thought of it, I come apart, a deep pulse between my legs rushing through me like a wave.
Our kiss deepens as she tugs at me, begging our bodies to get closer.
Carys steps back suddenly, tearing at the buttons on the front of my shirt dress. It opens, and she peels it back hurriedly, so it pools around my waist.
In return, I whip the dress off her, and the pussy-bow blouse melts off her pale shoulders. She stands in front of me in a matching lace set – ofcourseshe wears matching sets.
‘If this is going too fast, we can—’ I blurt out, but I’m interrupted by Carys unleashing a frustrated growl and climbing into my lap, straddling my hips.
She’s right there, on top of my heat, and if she makes one goddamn move, I’m going to die right here.
