Unintentional

Amy POV

I grin as I hear a car outside. I already know who it is. I asked my father to call the school, and requested my work be brought to me by my English teacher.

There is a knock at the door.

"It's open. Come in."

The door swings open, and Alyssa looks shocked. What's up with her?

"Oh my God!"

"Well, hello to you, too, Alyssa."

She slowly walks towards me. Looking me up and down. Now I get it. I almost forgot. I'm wearing just a sports bra, and basketball shorts. All my tattoos are exposed.

"I now understand why all the long sleeves," she says, handing me the folder.

She seems to remember what brought her here, and she looks me directly in the eyes.

"Nice job with getting your work here."

Grinning, I say, "well, I need to keep my grades up. I left everything in my father's hands. Fancy you should be so kind to bring it to me. Let me see yours?"

"Very funny, Amy. I already know you did that, and let you see what?"

"Your tattoo."

She looks at me like I am crazy, and I look at her just the same. She now looks a little nervous.

"It's...It's on my hip. Not suitable for audience."

I laugh at her, "don't be silly. Let me see. You have seen mines, so... only fair."

I pull her closer by her hand. Having her standing right between my legs. She seems hesitant for a few seconds, and then her hands go to her waist to undo her button.

I look at her like I'm about to ravage her.

"I get so fucking excited just seeing you undo your button," I say, barely on a whisper.

Her fingers stop moving, and she calls my name.

"Amy..."

I lick my lips, looking at her.

"Let me see it."

She breaks eye contact, and now that her button is undone, she pulls the waistband of her pants to the side to expose her tattoo. It is beautiful. A butterfly.

"It's beautiful," I say, trailing a single finger over it.

I see goosebumps form over her exposed skin, instantly. She is just looking down at my finger. She doesn't reply.

"What is it that you feel when I touch you like this?"

She exhales, and shakes her head indicating she feels nothing. I know it's a lie. I tug on either side of her opened waistband, bringing her to straddle me. I take her lips, the same time I grip her ass, pulling her even closer into me.

She does not stop me, nor does she pull back. As I deepen the kiss, I flip us. I have her under me on the sofa. I kiss down her neck and suck. I know what that will do, but I want it. She moans as her head tilts back. I bite, then suck again. I know she will be marked. I don't care.

I can feel her nails across my back, gently. That turns me on so much more. I pull at her shirt and bring my lips to her stomach. I, slowly, kiss down to her panties and bite down on the waistband. I look up at her, and I can see her eyes are closed. Releasing her panties, I run my tongue right along her waistband before I bite on her lower tummy. Her back arches.

"Ahh."

I kiss back up slowly on her stomach, and my hands reach at either side of her waistband, attempting to take off her pants. She grips both hands to stop me. She tugs on my hands.

"Come here, Amy," she says so low.

I lay on top of her, and she wraps her arms around my torso. I bring my lips to her ear.

"Stay with me."

She kisses my shoulder and replies while still hugging me tightly to her body, "I can't. I need to leave. Don't make it hard for me."

I want to respect that. I get up and help her to her feet. As she stands before me, I can see the lust in her eyes and my mark on her neck. I don't even mention it. My hand goes to her waistband, and I slowly button her pants. She bites her lower lip and whispers, "you're killing me."

I smile wickedly at her and take her hand, leading her to the door. I must look stupid having a limp in my walk. I let her step outside, and she turns to me. Before she can say anything, I kiss her lips one last time.

"I can say the same thing. It's not easy seeing you and not being able to have you."