Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 15: Closeness

I carefully touch your lips, i wait, I know that you don't mind, but do you want this now?!

Your lips are soft and warm, a little rough as before. I feel your breath flowing into mine in a hot wave, and how pliant you are, slightly opening your mouth. God, I touch your lips, and this innocent touch makes me dizzy, it seems to me that the whole universe froze in trembling and our lips, in a light touch, are the most important thing that can be. I just slide my lips over yours, our eyes, shrouded in unknown magnetism, absorb each other. We are in no hurry, and I continue to gently move my lips. Our lips, they seem to be getting to know each other again, flirting, conducting soft dialogues, so you open your mouth a little wider, and I grab your upper one, gently sucking. A previously dry kiss, it becomes slightly moisturized. I let go of the top one, slide, barely touching my bottom one to the corner of my lips, kiss it, it's like a silent confession, my lips secretly tell you about my feelings, and I slide further down to the bottom one, run away before they say too much, grab it , sucking.

I hear your breathing slowly getting heavier, and I think I even hear the rapid rhythm of your heart. You are frozen, inactive, waiting. I feel a slight tremble on your lips, and I know that this is a trembling of anticipation. You open your mouth wider, you don't have enough air, you inhale... and I take advantage of this to fall to your open lips, slipping my tongue inside, meeting yours... your tongue is wet and hot. From this touch of ours, deeper and more frank, a warm wave of excitement spreads through my body, and you exhale noisily through your nostrils, slowly closing your eyelids. Our tongues caress each other, circle in a hot dance, move away for a moment to fall towards each other again. These are no longer dry dialogues of lips, these are wet revelations, they share their feelings with each other without hesitation.

We kiss for a long time, tenderly, sometimes greedily and frantically. It seems that lips, with their ardor, diligently smooth out the unevenness of our relationship, and tongues gently lick the damaged souls.

We are hot and we push the blanket onto the floor, wanting to get at least a little coolness.

I circle your lips with my tongue, first the lower one, then the upper one, falling again to them, drawing a circle with my tongue along the tip of yours, then I take it captive, wrapping my lips around it, sucking it, getting great pleasure from it, and you moan, throwing it back your head a little.

Then I let you go, pulling away to catch my breath, too choked by the obsession of your sweet lips. You, like me, greedily take in the air, encouraging our lungs hungry for it.

Our heads fall onto the pillow, you look at me again, your eyes are full of tenderness. You smile, with the corners of your lips... and your eyes. They are so warm now. I have never seen such eyes, different, capable of storing so many emotions. Predatory and treacherous during the day, they can be so warm and dear at night.

I touch the tip of my nose to yours, wanting to tell you about my tenderness, I slide quietly along the tip of your nose, you look at me, absorbing it into yourself, and then close your eyes, wanting to leave it in the back of your memory.

We lie like this, still touching our noses, you touch me with your fingers, below the chest, in the area of ​​the ribs. I'm wearing a thin silk nightgown, which doesn't at all interfere with the sensuality of your timid touches. Your fingers are circling, slowly descending from the ribs to the tummy, caressing the skin around the navel... my abs are tense, my stomach is pulled in as much as possible, I'm not breathing, a new, even more powerful wave of excitement covers me. Today you are not at all persistent, and I am not so decisive. Therefore, I cover your hand with mine, stopping you, no longer able to withstand this torture of lust, which develops into a nagging pain in the lower abdomen.