My hand slips up and down her thigh in a similar manner, using my nails across certain places. You are reacting which proves my point. So I consider stopping. But you are determined to prove yourself right so you continue. You are moving your hand further and further up, caressing parts of my thigh. My nails scratch up your side, to your breasts and back down.

Both of our breathing is becoming labored now. I’m not thinking straight as your turn around and capture my lips between yours. I never claimed to have self control. Our hands are feverishly working at each other’s hair and our lips are not willing to separate. God you feel amazing pressed against me.

I slide my thigh between your legs and allow you to grind into it as my hands explore every inch of you. It has been way too long and I feel like I want to explore every inch of you all over again. My hands search diligently, and even though by now I must have touched every inch of you multiple times, I go for another round because I can’t get enough of it.

Finally, though, it clicks in my mind that this might be against your new rules but I’m not sure. I decide it would be best to ask. I slowly pull away, eyes still closed, silently cursing myself for having such ethics and morals. “This doesn’t interfere with your celibacy, does-” and I am cut off by your hand pulling me back into you, kissing me feverishly.

You manage to mumble a simple “no” into the kiss and that is the only answer that my libido needs. My lips are now traveling down to your left breast. I lift your shirt and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking at it gently, running my tongue over it just how you like it, squeezing around it with my hand. Your hands are in my hair lightly tugging.

Your slight moans make me work even harder on your right breast. One of your hands stays tugging at my hair as the other makes its way down my back and to the clasp of my bra. Two snaps and its unhooked. As I sit up, discarding my bra, you remove your shirt and they fly to the floor. It isn’t but a split second until we are attached again. You moaning into my as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of your panties drives me to explore even further.