Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 39.: Intimate

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To stop kissing her seems like such an impossible task. I don't want to stop feeling and tasting her lips. I don't want to rush anywhere and I don't feel the need to go quickly about it, especially when she puts both of her hands around my neck and sends a shiver down my spine.

When I put my hands around her shoulders, she sinks into my hold, kissing me slowly and with a careful movement of her lips. We're not messy in any way, it's just... It's just about enjoying it and to do that we don't need to behave like animals.

My hands slide down her back and stop on her hips and lower back. She comes even closer, her fingers slightly digging into my shoulders.

I can't help myself, I lean closer to her and start pushing her down until her back is pressed against the cushions of the couch below us.

She moans into my mouth a little when she's caught beneath me but it's not enough for her to break the kiss. It appears it isn't enough at all because she deepens it, pulling me down closer to her. If I was on my outstretched hands at first, I go down on my elbows so I can deepen the kiss.

Her hands trace over my back, pushing her palms into my skin, just feeling me close while kissing me. It's such a pleasuring agony to be so teased by her, be so... teased by myself because I don't want to finish this as quickly as possible.

For the first time since she kissed me back, the kiss is broken by me, only so I can leave a trace of wet pecks along her jaw until I reach her neck. Annabelle inhales sharply when I'm no longer keeping her lips occupied and she exposes her neck to me, stretching it to give me as much skin to kiss as possible.

Her fingers are tangled in my hair and slightly pull on it whenever I find that dear sweet spot on her neck. Her breathing becomes rapid, I feel her chest rising and falling, grazing mine as if inviting me to give it more attention. And give it the attention I shall. Moving downwards with my lips, I leave a few kisses on the shoulder that peeks out of the overlarge shirt she's wearing.

❤

Hell, I want to peel that shirt right off of her. I want to see the shirt fall off her shoulders and keep her warm from the sides. I want her naked and I want all of her.

She holds my face up when I leave the last kiss on her shoulder and her eyes show me the direction which I should focus on. She shifts beneath me, like making more space for easier access.

Our eyes lock when my hands reach the first button of her shirt. With each one that I undo, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching for a moment. It all becomes a game for us - the slower I go, the more the excitement rises. The more time I take to tend to every single button on its own, the more turned on we both are.