We make out like teenagers, a little messily and with no grace, still reacquainting ourselves after a year, until we can’t breathe anymore. But when Paige pulls out a little to have space to heave, my mind is far from sleep, and I want more.I roll her back and kneel around her hips, slipping my hands under her t-shirt. She doesn’t move to allow me to take it off, smirking defiantly up at me. She does, however, tug on mine and I let her slide it up until I have to put my arms up to completely remove it. When I bring my hands back to her body, hers are already palming my breasts. We both know she’s more sensitive than me but I’ve learned she enjoys caressing them, a little regardless of its effect on me.I lean back down to kiss her, making sure to keep space for her hands between us. I start nipping at her jaw and then lower, licking down her neck to her collarbone. She sighs and I glide lower, kissing her chest through her t-shirt. My position is starting to be impractical for her to keep stroking my chest and she grabs the back of my head and shoulders. She is not forceful about it, simply resting her hands there, barely pressing me down on her. I lick and bite her nipples lightly through the fabric until she squirms and twitches and I can feel the rigidness in her forearm muscles. I pull back almost fully and she sits up and whips off her tshirt. She’s heaving and I trail my fingers down and up and back down the slope of her breasts, teasing the pebbled skin there.
She puts her hands on mine. I think she means to stop me, and she does, a little, but only to breathe out, “I don’t think I’ll last long at this rate.” I smile reassuringly and lean in to kiss her sweetly. “It’s alright, we should both rest.”When I pull back, her eyes are narrowed and she tilts her head to the side. “Do you want to stop?” She asks. “Are we stopping?” I bend back down to kiss her again. “Not if you don’t want to.” Before I am too far, she grabs the back of my neck with one hand and brings our mouths back together, smiling into it. “I don’t.” We keep kissing, slowly and increasingly deeply. She doesn’t let go of my nape and her other hand is still closed around my own on her breast. My other hand is bracing me against the mattress so she is dictating our pace. I make use of the only motion range I have at the moment and start slowly grinding my hips against her pelvis. She gasps and lets her head fall back against the mattress, still holding my head and my hand. I keep at it, watching her face closely. Her eyes are closed and her head thrown back as much as one can in this position. Her mouth is slightly parted and she’s starting to breathe heavily again. I try to lower myself to start back where we had paused before, starting with her neck again, ever more tantalizing as it starts cording with tension.“Wait,” she sighs, and I freeze entirely. “We haven’t discussed–” I wait until she opens her eyes. “I just wanted to say I made sure I’m clean.” Oh. It didn’t even cross my mind. I haven’t needed to get tested since last year, and I guess my brain took it for granted. I collapse on her, chuckling at my stupidity.“Sorry,” I chuckle some more in her neck. “I didn’t realize you were trying to tell me that.” She folds me in her embrace as she laughs with me. She grazes the hot tip of my ear with two fingers until my slight embarrassment subsides. Once it does, I lift myself up enough to peck her lips and whisper, “Me too.”She grins and uses our positions to her advantage by sliding her hands into my underwear, cupping my cheeks and pressing me against her. I groan as I grind into her and lean in to suck onbher pulse point at the hollow of her neck.She sighs and tugs on my underwear, “You need to take these off.” “So do you,” I whisper in her ear and feel her shudder.She slides my underwear down my legs as far it can go and I kneel to tug it the rest of the way, as well as remove hers. When I move back up her body, she uses the movement to slip her thigh between mine and bend her leg.“I’ve thought of you so often, I don’t think I need much either,” I admit with trepidation. A little out of nowhere maybe. A little creepy perhaps. And I don’t know why I had to blurt it out like that. But it’s there between us now, and for some reason, she’s beaming rather than freaking out, so I let myself fall back into feeling the present.
I lower myself on my elbows to be in a comfortable enough position to kiss her. She immediately takes my tongue in her mouth this time and my knees go weak for a moment, sinking my pelvis onto her thigh. I moan into her mouth as she grabs my butt cheeks again and starts a rhythm. I try to make sure my thigh is also pressing into her but I quickly lose track of her rhythm. I do feel vividly, however, one of her hands release one cheek and caress its way back to my hip and then to the front and between my legs. With only a few strokes, she brings me to a long shuddering clench, my breath frantic and heavy sighs escaping me, while her other hand somehow is now holding me against her by the small of my back.I’ve learned that I’m not very vocal and I recover quite quickly compared to other people, so I barely miss another beat before realizing Paige’s rhythm is also reaching the hectic point. I kiss down her neck, and it’s a good thing I’m aiming for her chest because she refuses to lower her knee for me to slide lower. I try to match her rhythm as best as I can as I lick and nip and kiss one of her breasts down to her nipple. Her arms have come up to push my head and my shoulders against her.
Finally, she lowers her knee as she tenses, first her legs – straight and close – and as I keep grinding my thigh into her, her whole body follows, her back arching and her arms squeezing me. Paige is more the type to stay some time at the apex of her climax and take a long moment to come back down from it. And when she does, she’s more often than not very relaxed. Which doesn’t mean she doesn’t have enough strength to hold me back when I try to push off of her. So I wrap her in my arms and roll us on our sides so she can fall asleep comfortably.