Loving You Again (GirlXGirl) (On Hold)

Book 1 - Chapter 12

Book 1 - Chapter 12
Hayley's POV

I grab a hold of the back of Skylar's thighs as she straddles me on her bed.

It's the Tuesday before thanksgiving and both Skylar and I got out of school early, so naturally we are up in her bedroom making out. Her dad is home but he is working and we have got the door locked so we aren't too worried. Ever since last week when we made things official, things between us have really started to heat up. We still haven't moved to anything below the belt but things are definitely intensifying much to my excitement as well as eternal misery.

Skylar has been getting much more... hands on, shall we say? I enjoy it greatly, I really enjoy it... wherein lies the problem.

I think on some level Skylar knows what she is doing to me, but I don't think she fully understands just how hard this is for me either. She does such an expertly good job at working me up but then we just stop and I'm left on a high while being far from dry.

Literally every night when I get home from her house, the first thing I do is go up to my room and push my dresser up against my door before going to my bed and just masturbating for an hour or however long it takes for me to get her out of my system, which never really fully works to be perfectly honest.

I have never been into someone this intensely before and it's slowly driving me insane. I don't think she fully realizes it, but she really is. The intense sexual frustration I feel is almost enough to make me say we have to stop doing this. Almost. In many ways I like what she does to me and I don't want to stop. I love the things she makes me feel even when barely touching me, even when she does something as simple as holding my hand.

I realize it could be months before she might be ready, and while I am preparing myself to be able to fully accept this as a very real possibility, I am also desperately praying for it to not take that long.

Skylar bites my bottom lip and a raspy moan pushes past my lips. She slowly trails her hands up the sides of my body causing me to flinch a little. She seems to notice my reaction and it makes her pull away from me.

"What's wrong?" she asks with concern and I shake my head as I smile up at her.

"Nothing," I say as I reach up and try to bring her face back down towards mine so I can keep kissing her but she moves my hand away with a frown.

"Are you hurt?" she asks and I shake my head.

"I'm fine," I tell her reassuringly but she doesn't seem to believe me.

I see her frown as she sits back on my lap a little more before reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I quickly reach up and grab her wrist, stopping her from lifting it up.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Let me see. Ifs it's nothing then let me see," she says with a serious look on her face.

I stare back at her for a moment but I know she is not breaking nor will she. She is probably one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. In many ways I love that about her, but I also really hate it sometimes.

I sigh as I let go of her wrist. I rest my arms on the bed above my head as I let her lift up my shirt. She doesn't have to move it up very much before I get to see her face drop.

"It's really nothing," I reassure her as she looks at my side. "I just ran into the kitchen counter. Its not that bad and it doesn't hurt much. It's mostly just a little sore," I tell her and she looks up at me with a raised brow.

"You ran into the kitchen counter?" she asks in disbelief and I shrug.

"Ran into, was pushed into, its just semantics really," I say with a small laugh, but she very clearly doesn't find it at all amusing based on the look on her face.