Emmie and I twirl like we are dancing. Pasted to each other, we push the door back to let it close automatically, and hold each other as our tongues dance.
My fingers sink into her soft waist while she cradles my head in her palms. As we avoid the pieces of furniture that have all endured explosions of passion between us, and carry traces of our explorations of same gender bodies, Emmie pushes against the wall.
The latter lacks the same cold as the tree bark of the park. It competes in warmth with the body against me, but loses in softness. The contrast only makes me sink deeper in the taste of her flexible tongue as we dance, push and pull, suck, eat each other's lips.
Our breaths hastens as we exhale over each other's skin. Through where we are holding each other, it is as if we can feel the powerful beats of our runaway hearts. Each beat creates a weight that grows, and grows, until I can't remain against the wall anymore.
I push back, until Emmie hits the couch. She doesn't hesitate to climb up the backrest and cross her legs around, before moving her hands to the back of my head to keep me locked.
We are so focused that we don't actually feel lust, not in the proper sense, as our minds keep only our lips at the forefront, and the exchange that seems to be unable to end, that we don't want to end.
I slide my hands down to find the edge of the jacket, then climb back up, this time traveling directly over the skin that has nothing to cover it, to protect. Emmie freezes for a moment, and her brain seems to register the rest of her body, as her heart climbs up, both figuratively and literally, as I feel it lashing at me like an eruption from her mind.
That brings up my own awareness as my own heat comes to life, flaring up starting from my abdomen.
I take my hands out of the jacket and bring them to the front where I don't even need to fumble to find the zipper, and I pull it down, exposing the rest of what Emmie has exposed a preview of as I open the jacket. With that, I bring my hands back to the soft waist I have already started to miss. I hold its owner close, even closer than before, to merge with her softness, as my heart climbs up to my throat out of dry desire.
Emmie let go of me to do away with her jacket, pulling her arms out of its sleeves and letting it fall onto the couch. Now with only a boobtube that clads just her chest on top, I embrace her as she tightens the hold of her crossed legs around me. But she doesn't bring her hands back to hold me. She catches the edge of the light pink sweater she had bought for me, and pulls it up.
I raise my arms to facilitate her work, and she doesn't hesitate to pull up the t-shirt I have below too. She throws the clothes away, and we pause, looking at each other with eyes rippling with not just desire, but also emotions.
"Max, I…"
I don't let Emmie continue. I make her swallow what she wants to say by blocking her mouth, and pulling her with me. Her weight, unlike her deceptive appearance, doesn't prevent me from walking as I hold her butt and fondle its cheeks with fervor.
She does not try to speak again, and lets me have my way. Our tongues resume their little contest of dominance and concession. By the time we reach the door of her room, she is already panting, exhaling moans in my mouth as she grinds her crotch against me after pushing her sneakers off her feet.
The door is not locked. With some effort, I push the handle down, and open it before going straight for the bed. Without breaking the liplock, I place Emmie down, and we finally take a true break, our blue and red eyes locked onto each other, as I kneel on the bed, between her open thighs.
She smiles a smile full of brightness as usual, but also full of affection. While the brightness hit me differently from usual, the affection m, softer and deeper than the only thing I can compare it to in my heart, pierces me in a way that cuts off my breath for a second.
I don't want to think about it. Maybe I will do so later. I exhale, and let myself relax, before my face softens. I lean down slowly, and Emmie welcomes me in the crook of her neck. I kiss and suckle there like a vampire, before biting her softly.
"Anh~"
The melodious moan is accompanied with a lock around my head to keep me where I am creating the pleasure. I go upward, until the bottom of her ear, making her breathing hasten and shorten, before I go down, to her clavicles, then to her chest.
Emmie's hands move to my shoulders as I push her small top down, and free the softness full of youthful firmness. The tips of the breasts are pointing upward already, like soldiers geared and ready to go. If anything, it is almost as if the two mountains are pointing up out of excitement.
I feel the impatient anticipation from the hands pushing me to continue my work. Those same hands push the straps of my dark blue bra aside, to continue evening the score across the board.
I smile, and lean down, like many times before, but this time, slower. I kiss around the mountains, touching them only to tease, before I take the left one in my hand. I focus on the right one. I take it in my mouth, but starting from the base. I suck it, not just the skin, but a mouthful of it, then bite down, suckle, before I free it after a fierce pull.
*Pow!*
"Hn!!"