Kimberley moved back a little, so she was straddling Cheryl's thighs, and took hold of her hands, motioning for her to sit up. "You sure?" she asked as she slowly ran her hands under the material, tiny goose pimples forming under her fingertips. "Are you cold? Do you want me to close the window?"
Cheryl laughed at her, shaking her head in response. "I'm not cold," she answered with such a tone that it make Kimberley's stomach flutter.
"Ok," she simply replied before she continued running her hands up, lifting the top as she went. The air seemed to lodge in her throat as she peeled it off, dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. She sat back to admire the perfect body below, every hair standing up on the back of her neck at the mere sight. Her hands were shaking and she was sure Cheryl had noticed when she placed them on her bare stomach.
"Relax," she told her, placing her hands over them and stopping them from their shaky movements.
It was so not like her, Kimberley was confident in the bedroom. She always knew what she wanted and how to get it. "I'm sorry," she apologized. And then she felt Cheryl's own hands trembling, realising that the girl was just as nervous as she was, if not more so judgeing by the look in her eyes.
Lowering herself down, she began to place gentle kisses on the toned, tanned flesh, her eyes looking up to see Cheryl's own chocolate brown ones staring back, a flustered look adoring her angelic features. She held the stare, moving her lips up, caressing her twitching abs.
"Oh my God."
It was barely audible, but Kimberley heard it, and in turn she smiled, her confidence growning as each second ticked by, a hand tangling in her blonde locks, encouraging her to continue.
It was yet another hurdle, and Kimberley found herself hesitating as her lips rubbed against the bottom of Cheryl's bra. Carefully avoiding the area, she pulled away and attached them to her neck instead, sucking on the soft skin.
Sighing, Cheryl lowered herself down, her back hitting the mattress below as she wrapped her arms around Kimberley's shoulders. She so desperately wanted to say something, wanted to communicate with her, soon to be, lover, but the words were practically incomprehensible in her mind as the woman hovering above lavished her with attention.
Her back arched at the feeling of her hands gently sliding up her sides, numbling fingers tickling ever so slightly.
"You're so beautiful," Kimberley whispered into her ear before tugging on her lobe with her teeth. And it was true, never in her life has she laid eyes on such a beautiful human being - inside and out. She had often wondered if her attraction to Cheryl altered her sexuality, and it was a tough one to figure out. She was more than certain that she didn't fancy any other women. But one thing was for sure, this undeniable physical and sexual attraction she felt for the Geordie was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Sitting back up, she reached behind and took hold of Cheryl's hands, forcing them above her head before leaning down to kiss her passionately, lacing their fingers together.
Cheryl stiffled a giggle as Kimberley ran her hands down, lightly skimming over her underarms. "Baby," she gasped, patting her bottom.
"What?"
"You know I'm really tickly," she mumbled, distracted by the woman's lips.
Kimberley pulled back, a cheeky smile adoring her flawless features, her cheeks clearly flushed from both excitement and nerves. "You're so cute, you know that right?"
With an intense stare and a beaming smile, Cheryl sat up, supporting her weight with one hand while the other reached behind to unfasten her own bra. "Cute?" she asked. "I was aiming for something more like... sexy." And then she pulled the material away, revealing her pert breasts to a mesmerized Kimberley. But still she kept a hold of it incase, for any reason, she needed to quickly put it back on.
