Moriarty's Touch

Rhythm

He leans on top of me.
My long legs curled around his, as his lips
Press against my top and bottom lips.
His tongue echoing across my body.
I bite his top lip, reminding him where we are and to keep going.
I stop to kissing him and move to the base of his jaw.
A rich Irish hmm bubbles inside him as he moves one hand around where my hip ends and ass starts.
My lips ease up to his earlobe giving him a little bite then run back to his thin lips at the call of his fingers dripping into my hair.
Still going back-and-forth, top and bottom, our tongues dancing.

Copying me goes down my neck, resting at my collar bone.
He seeks refuge on my lips, back-and-forth, top and bottom, our tongues dancing.
Lustfully he pulls me on top of him,  as his hands snake under my shirt, and crawl just below my bra strap.
I can feel his heart pounding so hard, like he's kissing for the last time.
His fingers still rest on my spine, as we go back-and-forth, top and bottom, with our tongues dancing.

My fingers swim into his hair, bringing him closer.
Chills run down my spine with each cold stab of his tongue. But I don't care.
I can taste the blood and smoke against his lips and stop for a moment. Looking into his pitiless eyes I pull him back on top of me.
Our lips tug at each other, back-and-forth, top and bottom, our tongues dancing.

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I made out with some boy and this is what happened.