Unintentional

Alyssa POV

I sit at my desk, and my mind is far away. I have to be wearing a turtle neck at work today. I just don't want anyone seeing the mark Amy left on me.
I keep reliving the moment. I keep remembering how she looked when I opened her door. The way her body is covered in tattoos. I keep seeing how flat and sculpted her stomach is. I can even remember how her almost naked body feels against mine.

I remember all too clearly how she makes my body feel. It seems like one touch from her, and I melt. I lose total control in her presence. I keep feeling her lips on my neck. I can still feel her lips on my stomach. I can feel her tongue running along my lower abdomen. I can feel her teeth against my skin. I can't help but want to feel her over my entire body.

I find her persistent ways annoying on one hand, but so very sexy on the other.
It seems like my entire day passes with me thinking about her, remembering what she did to my body with just a single touch.

As I gather my things to leave for the day, I make a mental note to try and control myself today. I need to stop this thing between us.

I pull up at Amy's house and walk to the door. I tap, and she invites me in. Today, she is wearing a white T-shirt, basketball shorts, and a huge smile across her face. Her hair is down how I like it.

"Loving the turtle neck on you, Alyssa," she says provocatively.

I roll my eyes at her and stick her folder out towards her. Instead of taking the folder, she grips my wrist and pulls me in.

"Amy, behave..."

She let go and pats the sofa next to her. I sit next to her and intertwine my fingers together in my lap. She turns to me smiling, and I can't help but smile back at her. She pulls at the neck of my blouse to reveal what she has done. I suck in my breath at her touch.

"I love this here on you."

I do not bother to reply. I scoot away from her a bit.

"Stop running from me," she puts her hand on my thigh, "I don't bite."

She looks at me. Does she even know what she's doing to me? I rub my hands together and stand.

"I'll be leaving now, Amy."

She leaps at me.

"Hey, hey! Slow down. What's going on?"

I just want to leave. There are so many things I'm feeling at this moment. I see her, and I want to touch her. I want her touches. I want her kisses, but I shouldn't.

"Nothing. I just want to leave now."

I am at the door now, and she spins me and pins me to the door.

"Don't you think you ought to be honest with me?"

She presses her body flush to mine, and my body tingles. I look directly in her eyes.

"Amy, don't do this."

"I'm not doing anything. Tell me. I'm asking what's wrong."

"I don't believe you are so clueless."

"You're right. I'm not."

She runs her index finger down the center of my torso, "maybe, I just want to hear it from your lips."

Fuck it. She wants to know? I will let her know.

"I can't stop thinking of you. I keep remembering the way you touched me, the way your hands and lips feel on my body. I can't be in your company and not want more of you, even though I shouldn't. I don't trust myself around you-"

I am cut off by her lips on mine.

She kisses her way to my ear, "do I make your pussy ache wanting to be licked? Do I make you wet? Do I occupy your dreams at night-"

I kiss her lips to silence her. I don't need to hear what I already know. I put everything in our kiss before I untangle from her and slip through the door.