Best Bitches

I: Broken Ties

Chresanto

I pulled Jamie into my arms, my lips softly connecting with hers. Her fingers lightly rested on the back of my neck, and I gently pulled her closer, intent on having no space between our bodies. As our tongues danced, I could feel her small moans of content. My heart stuttered for a moment, and I broke the kiss, looking into her eyes.

Smiling slowly, she glanced away. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and I cupped her face, intent on reassuring her.

My thumbs ran over her cheeks, causing her to look up at me, that beautiful smile still residing on her face.

"Are you sure about this, bae?" I asked softly. I wanted - no, I needed to make sure she wanted this. I needed our time together to be perfect because Jamie deserved that and so much more. There were people jealous of our passion, but I could care less. She was so much better than what they assumed.

Pulling my head down gently so that my forehead was resting on hers, she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. Her teeth momentarily captured her bottom lip, and I eyed the motion, already getting turned on. "I want this - I want you."

Not wasting another moment, I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her plump lips once again landed on mine, locking me in another passionate kiss. As she deepened the kiss, her tongue gracefully moving to the same tempo as mine, I carried her into the bedroom.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, I carefully laid her on the bed. Her hands, lazily resting on the back of my neck, pulled my lips back down to hers, this time for a quick peck. The small gesture made me smile, and I moved so that I was planting a sweet kiss on her neck, already knowing that it would drive her insane. Her back immediately arched, and her legs were now wrapped around my waist, as she softly panted my name.

I kissed her neck again, slowly making my way down her body and towards the collar of her low cut shirt. When my lips were resting at the edge where her smooth, caramel skin met the thick, cotton fabric of the shirt, I glanced up at her.

"Chres, baby," she moaned softly, the passion in her voice, making me shiver with pleasure. Her eyes were filled with need and desire, and she smiled.

I gently slid my hands up her shirt, unwilling to undress her so quickly. As my hands slid past her waist, she shivered, her hands moving to rest on my chest. "Baby," I murmured, placing a quick kiss on her collarbone. "Tell me what you want."

She eyed me incredulously, and I sent her a reassuring smile. I knew that the other guys she used to be with would put their own needs above hers. They never understood that for making love to be truly passionate and worthwhile, the needs of both partners had to be met. But here, with Jamie, letting my fingers caress her curly hair, I knew that anything she needed, I was here to provide.

"Chresanto," she used my full name this time, her words coming out light and airy. "I want you. Now."

I reconnected our lips, my hands giving her breasts a small squeeze. Her body shook, and she sighed, encouraging my wandering fingers to slip underneath the thin material of her bra. Intent on pleasuring her, my fingers rolled over her nipple, teasing it. As she released a low moan, I gently pinched her nipples before moving to pull off her shirt.