Binding You To Me Like Cursive

Bound

Winter

"I love you, too." There. It was out and I'd said it. There was no taking it back. She walked backwards, leading me down the hall and into her room. I kissed her, only pecking her lips chastely. Now that we were finally together I couldn't stop. I wanted it all. She caressed my face and deepened the kiss, her tongue lingering along mine. She discreetly locked the door and we fell onto her bed. My mind was so cloudy, so high on her I couldn't think about anything else.

"You're mine, Winter, all mine. And I'd like to taste every inch of you just to show you." She whispered, her voice husky against my skin. She nibbled my neck and I squirmed.

"Yess. . ." I hissed, taking off her top. Her breasts were perfect, creamy like the rest of her. Her pink nipples looked so tasty I captured one in my mouth and she moaned beautifully. My clit throbbed and my core clenched at her heavenly sounds. Her skirt was next, and she took no time ripping my clothes off. The risk of being caught was half the exhilaration, but being with her, touching her was everything and more.

She pinned my hands above my head with one hand and put her fingers in my mouth.

"Are you wet?" She asked. I desperately nodded, a groan escaping my throat from excitement. Her kiss was rough and possessive, all while keeping my hands above my head. Her fingers found my sex and she sunk them into me. My muscles quivered and tightened at the tension and I groaned loudly into her mouth as she worked her expert fingers inside me. Her thumb flicked my bud of nerves and i jolted as the shock shot to my core.

"Argh!" I cried out, grinding onto her hand like my life depended upon it. Her mouth worked down my neck, torturing me with her kisses. "Jesus, Bee!"

She sucked and tweaked my nipples with her teeth and lips and I was writhing in a sensation I couldn't escape. I dug my heels into her bed as her thumb rubbed and flicked my clit. She made her way south, her mouth slow and tantalizing, torturing me with my own pleasure.

I shuddered as her mouth finally found my heat, stars appeared in my vision and I instantly came twice. She worked her fingers in and out of my sex while her tongue and lips worked my sensitive clit. When I came twice more she climbed over me again, lifting my leg and rubbing her sex against mine. I clawed at her bed, wanting to scream from the exquisitely intense sensation of her most private, intimate part on mine. The friction had me trembling and kissing her desperately. She whimpered and moaned and we were exhausted and it still wasn't enough.

I flipped her and attacked her nipple, swirling and sucking the small hard but smooth pebble. My fingers worked her sex and I brought my hand back up and sucked my fingers, just getting a taste. She was sweet, salty- almost citrusy. Delightful. I crawled down her body, baring her flesh with my mouth and finally found her heat. I licked her slit, enjoying her tremble. Her clit was engorged and sensitive to the touch. I played with it with my tongue and lips, alternating between sucking and lapping up her sweet juices. I dipped my fingers into her hot heat and fucked her with them. She came and came over and over again until my jaw grew stiff and tired.

"Fuck! Oh, Winter. . ." She cried out, coming into my greedy mouth. I slipped my leg between hers and gyrated on her most intimate part. The tiniest contact had me shuddering and grinding harder. She took the foot I had resting on her abdomen and sucked my big toe. I gawked, I'd never had anyone do that. It was that much more hot. I bit into her thigh as I road her faster and faster, riding out my orgasm and not stopping to make it more intense. Tears fell down my cheeks and I laid on top of her, wanting more than anything to have her lips on mine. She pulled me close and cried with me. Her skin on mine, her pebbled nubs poking against my own.

"Don't ever leave me, Winter," she panted as I lay on top of her.

"I don't think I could if I wanted to. It's like I'm bound to you, Bee."

"Like you can't breathe without me?" I looked into her eyes.

"Exactly." She smiled, and the love in her eyes was beautiful, certain, and irrevocable. "Are we in trouble?" I asked truthfully. Could people love this hard and the ending not be tragic? Or was a tragic ending inevitable for those who were so deep Inlove they couldn't breathe without the other?

"Maybe."