Since her marvellously crafted face is buried in the pillow, I’m guessing she can’t see what I’m doing or about to do. She’ll soon feel it.

I move closer so I’m kneeling right up against the bed, my head inline with her perfectly toned stomach.

My hands were the first to touch her; thankfully Spencer’s shirt had ridden up so I didn’t give myself away with having to push it up. Gently, I ran my hands from just above her hip to just under her shirt. She jumped a little at first contact, but she relaxed almost instantly after that. My hands left goose bumps in their wake.

After a few strokes Spencer rolled over onto her back, giving me more of her stomach to touch. Spencer’s skin is beyond soft it puts silk to shame. And the way her muscles tighten when my hands skim over them, it gives me a sense of power; this girl is truly fascinating to me. With every breathe she takes she only entrances me more.

I know now that I’m in way to deep to even save myself. It’s been what a week, give or take a few days and I’m already practically obsessed with this chick.

My lips seem to take a life of their own as they lean in closer to her lower stomach, laying soft lingering kisses all around. Eventually my whole body takes power over itself. I’m lifted of the floor and then I’m straddling Spencer’s hips, my lips continue their dance across her vanilla scented skin.  

Soft moans leave her mouth when her lips part slightly. My kisses make their way up Spencer’s chest, between her breasts and onto her neck. It doesn’t take long to find her sensitive spot; it’s where her shoulder and neck meet.

When Spencer’s body squirms underneath me, another power takes over my body; lust. Now lust is a dangerous thing, it blinds you from reality and the reality of this is that we’re moving way to fast. This maybe a simple make-out session now, but in a few minutes it could quite easily escalate.

“Rule 2…” I was hushed mid sentence.

“Don’t you dare say no touching” Spencer says through gritted teeth, her chest rising and falling rapidly.