Maybe This Time

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: DEATH BY SMOOCHES

Hey yah!

Well this chapter took me a lot of thinking because I really am not an expert on writing about something intimate, and to think that some of my fellow readers are below eighteen.

So here they are, getting sensual with each other.

O I just love the two of them. :)

Hugs and wet smooches :) :* ^.~

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE:    DEATH BY SMOOCHES        

            I wake up with the silk-like fabric hugging my skin, the soft cotton-pillow that cocoons my head, mild wind brushing my hair off my face, and a tingling sensation that runs from my shoulders to my elbows, I grunt in response because this is the most peaceful sleep I have ever enjoyed for the last couple of weeks, the sweet torment continue but this time on my side curves making me smile at the contact,

 

            "No..." I flip to my stomach but it continued as the sensation run down my spine, I jolted awake at the contact causing me to sit up abruptly, making my head dizzy.

            "Your curves alone make me rigid." A low husky voice says beside me, I turn to face him, only to get mesmerized with his toned chest and that dishevelled hair he got, he always rock the look, though his eyes are still a bit tender from sleep, he's naked halfway and... I look down at myself and immediately launch myself back down the bed, oh my wild night.    

           

            We did it.

            After long years of abstinence we did it. He laughs at my reaction and kept on teasing me with the fresh rose he has at one hand.

            "Stop it," but he just keeps on running the rose on my skin, I fight back by gripping his sides, making him burst in laughter, damn, why didn't we did it earlier than all this dilemma, I didn't lose my grip on his side as he nuzzles my neck, making my bare skin be more susceptible, his lips brushed my skin, a suppressed moan escaped me, 

            "Gotcha." He says in a low sultry voice, we held eye to eye contact, he continued his sweet torment on my neck, and I tried, hardly tried to keep myself to not be carried away but his expert lips opens the gates of my sensuality, my body responds in every touch that he makes,

            "Your lips will be the death of me," I said trying to alter his attention from chastising my neck and collarbones, he loves those spots.

            "Death by light smooches? That will be very amorous, don't you think?" he lifted his gaze to meet mine thinking that I got his mind back to earth but his smirk betrayed me when he then dip his head now on the valley of my breasts, he continued tormenting me with swift kisses and letting his tongue tip graze my skin. I squirm under his body but hold me firm with his hands on both of my wrists; all I can release are soft moans, and his name,

            "Harold...." I gasp his name when his tongue plays the sensitive tip of my breast, I left earth. The only sound heard all throughout the room are my soft moans and his low grunts, his lips travelling down south, making me more sensitive, my core aching fro that fiery contact, that hot contact.