The intensity of that kiss ignited fires within me, and I wanted more.The intensity of that kiss ignited fires within me, and I wanted more. My hands pulled her closer, her breasts warm against my chest. I wanted to hold her close, kiss her until Armageddon. We must have kissed for nearly a full minute. "I take it you're not disappointed?" "Oh, no! Not at all!" And our lips met again. Each kiss became a lifetime of its own, a library of passion condensed into moments. Our hands explored, touched, caressed each other. My hands slipped under her top, finding a soft, silky material concealed underneath. I made a pleased sound, still kissing her, and felt her press against me more. Her top slipped over her head moments later, revealing her sexy corslet (at least I think that's what they're called. Like a bodysuit but it looks like a corset). I loved it of course, as it told me that she was looking forward to an intimate night when she got dressed. I ran my hands over her skin, touching her everywhere I could. We kissed more and more, our fires ignited, flaring up with each new touch or caress. I bent further down and mouthed one of her breasts through the sheer material, making her hiss softly. How long had it been since we'd started? Four, five months of teasing? Our extended mental foreplay now came back, and we were enjoying the emotions welling up, threatening to carry us away. |