I sat straddling her for a while as she openly stared at me. I wasn’t nervous. The look didn’t make me paranoid about my body, it did the exact opposite. She sat up again and kissed above my belly button, lightly scraping her teeth and sucking there. I let out my own moan and let my eyes close. I felt myself start to grind down on her. Her hands went to my hips, helping me grind and pulling me closer to her.

My hands went on her shoulders to steady myself and her mouth moved up, teasing my breasts and then nibbling on my neck. She went back down, placing softer kisses before painfully slowly taking a nipple in her mouth.

I didn’t hear the ‘pop’ of my jean button, but I heard the zip being pulled down and I sat up a bit higher so I wasn’t grinding into her anymore. She managed to get my jeans down to my knees before they couldn’t go any further, but she began to massage the back of my thighs, scratching her nails sure to leave those little white marks. She leant forward so her hands could grip all the way round my thighs so they were on the inside.

Her mouth was still switching between my nipples and her hands moved higher up, her right on the very top of the inside of my thigh and her left gone to the small of my back. Her mouth completely left my breast and started to kiss along my collar bone and her left hand tugged me so that we fell back down to the mattress. Her right hand moved around so the she played with the waistline of my thong.

I managed to completely get my jeans off and as soon as her head hit the pillow my lips were back on hers, carrying on like the kiss never ended. My tongue was aloud to wrestle with hers straight away and I could still taste the tangy orange soda and her lip-gloss, even though it was now mixed with mine.

When I shifted again, it caused our breast to move against each other’s and we both let out a moan. We started grinding again, getting the feeling of our breasts rubbing together, our mouths mingling and a bit of relief off of our centres all at once.