we’re naked, our bodies pressed together, exploring, touching,
tasting, kissing, that feeling has gone from something that I
could contain to something raw and primal. I don’t remember
ever feeling like this.
I try to distract myself by trailing kisses over more
innocent parts. Adley’s neck. Her chest. Between her breasts.
Over her belly. That doesn’t work. If anything, it just makes
the desire more intense. Adley feels it too. Her hips jack up
into mine and I can’t help but position myself so that we can
grind together. She’s completely shaved and smooth, hot and
wet, like liquid fire.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been overly thankful for the
waxing jobs that I endure every month. Right now, though, our
smooth skin sliding together is the most perfect sensation in
the world. There is just the right amount of friction. Adley
squirms under me and white hot heat shoots through me. The
more she moves, the more everything aches with desire. I
didn’t think it was possible for my whole body to hurt because
I want this so badly. I guess it is. Funny bones, ribs, toes,
jawbone, all the strange places, they aren’t exempt from the
pain of needing this.
“God…” Adley hisses. Her hands grip my shoulders
fiercely. She pulls me to her and kisses me wildly while we
grind together. My hands flutter over Adley’s hips, her legs,
her chest, her arms. I caress everything. Learning.
Experiencing. Delighting.
I want to put my hand between us. I want to touch
myself. I want to touch Adley. Relieve some of the pressure
for one of us, but I control myself. I want it like this. I want it
to hurt. I want the fire. I want the pain. I want the pressure. I