Heart

Closer

Added 2020-06-28 15:39:23 +0000 UTC

“Lay with me for a minute.” She was supposed to be leaving but she stretched out on the couch and opened her arms instead.

I couldn’t resist. I curled up next to her and nuzzled against her neck. It was too humid to be touching each other, the air was heavy with the need to rain, she smelled like sweat and summer. I closed my eyes, breathing her in, her arm tight around my waist making sure I didn’t roll off the edge. I’m not very good at sitting still, but I had to admit this was nice.

I shifted and the hem of my dress slid up, I knew she couldn’t help it, her hand was on my thigh and she kissed me as she lifted my dress higher. It was dark and quiet in my living room, all we could hear was my breath quickening as she pulled my panties aside. She made a low rumbling sound when she felt how wet I was, my heart was in my throat as she kissed me softly.

I’ve tried almost every drug under the sun and please believe me when I say that none of them compare to the blissful feeling of being so close to her, our breath between both of our lips, pulling her closer, pulling her in, panting when she gets me closer, wanting to be closer still. Closeness as a primal need. Our tongues softly touching, my clit throbbing against her palm, “Put your fingers inside of me,” I whisper but I’m begging her. She gives me everything, it’s like sparks and fireworks, my heart pounds so hard it shakes my rib cage, she holds me closer still.