Lazy Lizzie

Ten

The firm invasion of her mouth, as if Leo's tongue lived there now, reminded Lizzie how she liked kissing people who weren't Dale. There was little room to move, caught between two columns covered with sleeve tattoos. Skeletons in unnatural positions, running from tombstones, followed by a fire that hinted to be the flames on his back. He forgot about her underwear, leaving it halfway down.

It made her wonder why, and why he didn't spread her legs to make room for himself, he just pushed his hand between them and started feeling her skin, as if trying to establish her outlines. She rejected him involuntarily, tightening her legs together. His palm pushed harder, sliding into a comfortable position, one where two fingers leveled their way up and down the same slippery folds, hindered only by the opposition her pushing her thighs together.

She heard herself moan, the first time any of them had made a sound, except for breathing in each other's ear.

Determination Block had decided to make round one all about Lizzie, he wasn't in a hurry. Reflecting the movements of her body, he still wasn't trying to get inside her, not even with his fingers. Too close to his ear, biting into serving-sized portions of every inch of dark skin available, her breath gave away how much she wanted him to do more. She buried her palms into his back, stretching his shirt down. Keeping her eyes closed, the daylight was too bright.

He started kissing her again, in that way of his that made her want more of his fluids, and it was all it took. Finally released, she held onto him as she panted, even after his tongue left hers, to keep him down on her. A few seconds more, and it was finally over.

When she caught her breath again, firm lips were already searching on her neck, his wet hand having moved on her thigh now, in a parallel ascent with his other hand, which until then held her hostage. But she felt his thumbs running up her breasts as he found her large sleeve holes, on his way. He didn't stay too long there, to her regret, because he had more important concerns: pulling her shirt down her body through its neckline, along with her underwear, leaving her naked, while he was still fully dressed, laying on top of her.

He charged her collarbone with small kisses, excuses to five seconds later get his mouth on her breast, biting it so hard that it made her pull his head deeper into her chest, to encourage him.

Suddenly he stopped, his head opposing her guidance with unexpected resistance. Looking down, she saw his shocked stare and followed it to her body.

In the heat of the moment, she'd forgotten all about the scars. And now she had to see them again, in broad daylight.