She had been right; a kiss would never be enough.

I wanted her.

But this isn’t right.

I pushed her down onto the bed, all my inhibitions out the window with the need pulsing through my body. As we laid there, deep into our kiss, I put my hands under her head to bring the kiss closer, deeper. I let my eyes slide half way open, to make sure that this was real. I wanted to make sure that this exact moment was real and not a dream that I had. Her eyes was closed, she looked beautiful. The sensual look upon her face captivated me. All the doubt that had been in my body, left. I rubbed my cheek against her neck and smelt all her wonderful smells; vanilla and honey. Our bodies were breathing together as I went back to attacking her lips. Her hands trailed up to the inside of my shirt and trailed small circles on my back. She was making the most wonderful little moaning noises. The kiss turned into something demanding as my lips trailed down to the spot behind her ear, kissing and sucking her beautiful tanned skin as my hands began to explore. I easily removed her light pink colored tank top and bra.

She pulled my grazing lips back to her hungry ones. We melted into each other; the heat between us was scorching. Our lips stayed so tight to each other that there was no air getting in or out. We kissed passionately for a long time, I didn’t know how long but it was worth it. I began to get dizzy with my wanton lust. This is exactly what we were in, a pure, unadulterated, lust. I traced the curve of the side of her breast with my hand; her skin was so soft underneath my fingertips. I followed the contour of her breast to her nipples and gave them a light twist.

I pulled myself from our kiss, which was in its self hard to pull from. I lowered myself down to the perky nipples; it reminded me so much of her own perky attitude most of the time. Slowly I lowered myself farther down and unzipped and removed her pants while I let my fingertips linger little trails on her smooth skin. I slipped off her underwear along with her pants and laid them down on the floor, remembering where I put them for a quicker escape. I began to message her feet, then her calves, and slowly her thighs. The moment was smooth, simple, and the little glances we gave each other heightened the moment and created more want.