NSFW WARNING !!! (Y/N getting rizzy w it)
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Her heart beat thumps morse code in your ear, your cheek is hot against her left breast. Her hands tangle in your hair, your left hand cups the side of her neck. The bedroom is dark, but some how comforting.
"I miss my mom." You whisper.
"It'll pass." Is all that rumbles in her chest.
You stare at the window that is across the room, letting the pine tree shadows into the room. You glance down, to her rising and deflating stomach. Your eyelash drag against her skin as you blink, you wonder if it tickles her or is a lush sensation.
"I like you with no pants on." Kate suddenly murmurs, sliding her hand out of your hair to cup you chin and to raise your head to look up at her. You just lay, as her back is pressed against a soft pillow supported by the bed frame.
Butterflies swarm the lining of your ribcage, their wings catching in-between the veins of your inner skin. "Yeah?" You give a small smile.
"Yeah." She slightly sits up as you rise, your lips connect with wrinkled lines and hands sooth gentle souls. Your hand slides up from her neck and to cup her cheek, slightly squeezing it as you shift to straddle Kate's thighs.
"I love you, pretty." Kate breathes out, dragging her hands down your waist. You feel her cold digits graze your panties, but your hand stop her.
"No, let me." You pull away slightly, looking into her hazel eyes. "I wanna pleasure you, I wanna see my beautiful girl pleased." Kate bites down on her bottom lip, her cheeks darkening with a blush.
You bring your hands to her shorts, curling your fingers around the waist band to her shorts and panties. She raises her lower body so you can slide them off easier, to be tossed off to the floor beside the messy bed.
"Did you fuck other women when we weren't together?" You lean forward, bringing your lips to her throat. Your ( dominant ) hand hovers above her sensitivity, teases her sides.
"Promise you won't be mad?" Kate slightly tenses.
"I bet I fuck you best." You grin against her collar bone, licking the scar tracing the bone. She relaxes, melts into your touch.
You push your fingers against her, and slide up. You feel a moisture on your palm, making your heart beat quicken. "You do," An airy reassurance escapes Kate's lips. "You do."
"Good." Tongue drags down as you use your free hand to slide her tank top down. Your saliva layers her nipple, soon kissing the side of her breast with your teeth. Kate's hands find your hair, and pull.
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THE CALL OF HER
RomanceYour teenage years were the most wildest years of your life, and yet the most blissful and calm, because of her; Kate Hayes. The girl you met in 8th grade, the person that was by your side as both a friend, and romantic partner. But once the woman y...
