I'll Follow (Lesbian) (GirlxGirl)

Neptune

"SAMANTHA. I THINK I've completely fallen in love with you," Presley whispers into my ear, collapsing forwards and pressing me down into the bed. Her body pressed up against mine was like an infinite solar system, filled with tiny dots of light and imperceptible amounts of stardust, colliding with the most average of planets. A cosmic kiss, and she referred to me, in her sweet, Saturn voice, as Samantha. I'd always reveled in the way my name tumbled from her lips, like sun beams bursting through closed shutters on a bright winters day. I feel a smile erupt from my face like the happiest of earthquakes, and my atmosphere is no longer of oxygen, but of Presley's perfume--something like cinnamon ecstasy. I felt light; almost delirious, but so incredibly comfortable. Presley's room is a galaxy, and we just two blips that meant little to the universe- so vast- but meant everything to the two of us- so small. I rest my hands on the small of her back, playing with the hem of her shirt in something like a daze, or a perfume-fueled trance, rather. All I am perfectly capable of doing is staring into her big, brown eyes- bright stars that have ever-reminded me of those of deer that walk the very planet we live on.
I lean up and kiss her.
Her lips are soft, and the taste of vodka and honey lingers on my tongue as I pull away, finding pleasure in the anticipation. She laughs softly, as I reach a hand up to tuck a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear, an intimate moment sprung from my underlying obsessive compulsion.
She leans down to kiss me again, toppling onto her side and pulling my bottom lip down along with her, nearly drawing blood. She continues to nibble on my lip as my hands have regained function, flittering all over her skin, but too scared to stay put. She pulls away again to laugh at me and my unsettled hands. Softly, blinking forward into my eyes, Presley gently finds my hand with her own and pulls one up to her breast, pressing it against the ball of smooth skin.
"There," she smiles, patting my hand gently and peeling her hand away.
I feel her breath. I feel every inhale and exhale through her lips, and the rising and falling of her chest. Carefully, I caress her round breast through her skimpy, lacy bra, unsure exactly how to touch in her in the most perfect way.
I want her to feel as blissful as I do.
I want to show her that she's not wrong about her love.
I can give her what Aaron never could; and whether that's multiple orgasms or my charming personality, well, I'll never know. But she wants me.
She's applying a row of kisses to my jawline as these thoughts bounce around my head.
I want her.
I take charge, wrapping my hands around either side of her rib age and kissing down her neck directly to the center of her t-shirt, as though I'd followed a perfect map leading right between her breasts.
Slowly, with my prompting, she draws her shirt over her head and lays beside me in her navy lace bra.
She is Neptune, she is a goddess, she is mine.
I plant a wet kiss in her cleavage, damp and glistening like the stars in the night sky.
I push her bra upwards, so that it perches atop her breasts and pushes them downwards, and take one of her perky nipples into my mouth, carefully but firmly. She manages to shimmy the bra up over her head and begins tracing star patterns with her index finger on my back. I suck ever so gently, before biting and pulling, and switching to her other breast.
Presley moans.
I knew she was a moaner, as I'd overheard her cries so often from my bedroom and longed to be the reason.
And here I was, both witnessing and causing the most soft, light moans that danced about the room like fog and drove me mad.
"Babe," she mutters, after several minutes of sucking and biting. She places her delicate fingers under my chin and raises it to meet her eyes. I stare at her wide-eyed as she rises up off of the bed and removes her pants and panties, rendering herself completely naked. Pure sunlight.
I find my mouth agape.
Her ass is perfect, round and taut and just the right size. Her pussy was neatly-trimmed and barely concealed the pink lips that I so longed to kiss.
I pull her in by the thighs, just above eye level with her wet pussy. I take my tongue and lick from her navel to just below her hips. Instinctively, she draws a hand down, down, downwards.
Gently, I prompt her hands away from her pussy and towards my head, where she drags her fingers across my scalp.
She standing on the floor and me kneeling on her bed, I gently kiss her pussy lips. She shivers, and I feel more intoxicated then after our venture in vodka. She tastes like beams of light and tall pine trees, pinky promises and movie stubs. Like honey and biscotti, and warm cocoa on Sunday morning.
I slowly draw a finger up her thigh and into her pussy, and begin working it with speed but comfort.
"Babe," she repeats, fading out into moans as I thrust into her quickly, orbiting her clit with my tongue all the while. "Fuck," she moans, letting her head fall back. I grip her ass with my spare hand to keep her from falling backwards as she begins shuddering with orgasm, her hands gripping my shoulders. Instinctively, I raise my fingers to my lips and take in the sweet, honey-like flavor.
With a contented smile on her face, Presley's naked solar system falls into my arms on her bed. I lean back and pet her soft, brunette head.
"And I've completely fallen in love with you," I finally reply.