lost.

warmth

elaine//

Billy's staring at me, and I'm staring back, and a lot's happening in my head, and I can't tell if she's disgusted or turned on.

She swallows and starts kissing my neck, her hands already working on my bra, and stomach does flips. I guess she likes it.

I interrupt her by pulling her shirt over her head. Her bra is plain, it really just looks like the top part of a tank top, but it's made of smooth material that sort of holds in her already small chest. I pull that off her too and suddenly, I get why guys like boobs.

She pushes me down on the bed, and our bodies are pressed together, and the feeling and the sheer warmth of her skin against mine makes me pant. She's kissing me again, and her hands are shaking as they tug at the elastic band of my pajama pants. I squirm out of the last bit of fabric covering me and lay there, naked on my bed, self conscious and trembling.

"You're beautiful. Like those Greek statues at art museums." Billy breathes, running her hands over my curves and skin.

I swallow, and push up into a sitting position to kiss Billy on the mouth, and I sit there, reeling in her presence and her warmth and her, and I forget all about my embarrassment and focus on us, on the energy between us and the heat growing in my hands.

Billy pushes me back down and places a shy hand on my clit, rubbing gentle circles, and I moan into the kiss, grabbing a fistful of Billy's hair. A shudder passes through me, and it's almost like everything else has fallen away but me and Billy, in this euphoric state, moving together and sharing something special.

She begins to pant and breathe into my neck, whispering curses in Spanish under her breath, and I'm putty in her hands, and her will is my own.

Billy is my own.

And tonight, we own this feeling.