The Scarlett Story: How it all started

Chapter 7, part 2

*Mature Content Warning.*

"Okay? Like what?"  Lovel's face heats up as he looks down at me. I can see the red on his cheeks. His eyes slowly move over my lips and then back up to my eyes again.
"Like..." He hesitates for a moment. "Like..." Lovel's voice catches, then he closes the short distance between us and presses his lips to mine. I instinctively press back and kiss him back. Lovel's arms wrap around my lower back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. As he does, he lets one of his free hands trail up my waist, slipping beneath the top of my shirt to trace circles around my stomach. I move a bit and push Lovel onto the bed. I climb over him and grab his collar and pull him closer.
"What were you saying before?" I whisper. A shiver runs down Lovel's spine when he feels my hands on his collar, pulling me closer again for the kiss. His hand slides higher up my stomach, and then when his hands once again meet the bottom of my shirt, he pushes it up as his fingers move slowly over my bare flesh.
"I...uh..." Lovel is finding it very hard to string words together in this moment. I smile softly.
"Awe, someone can't string together words?" I mock him. I pull my shirt up and over my head.
"Hmm..." Lovel murmurs, his eyes drifting down my body. His fingers move slowly up over my ribs, and then he reaches behind my back, taking my shirt off the bed and throwing it on the floor. "You..." He starts, but then lets his hands slide down my sides and over my hips to pull me in tighter against him. I move closer as he pulls me, until I am completely in his lap. I can feel the heat coming off Lovel as he gets more excited. His hands run over the bare skin now exposed, moving up my sides. He takes a deep breath and whispers in my ear. "That's it...come closer."
"I would but I can't go much further." I can't slide any closer on his lap so I move my upper body closer and press against Lovel. His hand slides higher, his fingers reaching behind my back and moving slowly up the bare skin that is exposed. He moves his other hand down lower and presses against the back of my thigh, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps along where his fingers move on my skin.
"You are such a tease." he murmurs.
"I know." I say in a voice that sounds like a cat purr. Lovel's breath catches in his throat. My body starts to heat up as his hand continues to move up and down the back of my thigh, and then continues down my spine with his other hand. His lips move against my neck, and he whispers softly.
"You are such a naughty little tease."
"That's right Kitten. And if you continue we can see how naughty we can get." I say playfully and kiss his throat.
"Oh...is that so?" Lovel whispers in response. He lets one hand slide back down to where his other hand is, and he slowly begins to move both of his hands together up and down the bare skin of my thighs. As he does, he lets out a moan and presses his lips to my  neck again, his tongue trailing along the soft skin of my neck. I move my lips down his throat. I nip his skin and slowly move down Lovel's chest.
"Oh, you like that?" Lovel asks, his voice husky with desire. He lets out a soft moan as I continue to tease him, by biting his throat gently. His hands moving up and down my thighs in time with my movements. As I move down his chest.

"Yeah, I do, but it would be even better if you put those fingers to actual work." I run my tongue over his chest.

"Oh, I will," Lovel promises, his voice low and seductive. He leans in closer to me, his lips brushing against my right ear as he whispers, "Just tell me what you want to do." His hands continue to move up and down my thighs, his fingers teasingly brushing against my sensitive skin making me shiver.

"Here," I say softly, guiding his hand between my legs.  I move his hand further up right under my skirt and right at the seam of my underwear.

"Oh, Kerrie," Lovel moans softly, his fingers brushing against my folds. He teasingly traces circles around my clit. His other hand moves up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my bow  hardened nipple. I moan softly, wanting more. His touch is like an addiction that I can't seem to escape, but he is still blocked by my underwear.