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[Kirsten]
Kirsten allowed Amy to lead her down the corridor until they stopped at what she assumed must be the bedroom door. Amy paused and Kirsten read it as hesitation, she’s had a change of heart, she thought, but just as she was about to reassure Amy that it was OK to change her mind, Amy turned and pulled her into a deep kiss, teasing Kirsten’s mouth open with her tongue and running her hands down her torso to begin unbuttoning her jeans.
Ok, this is happening.
Kirsten allowed her hands to wonder. It was glorious, touching Amy like this, feeling the dip of her waist as it curved away from her rib cage, the warmth of her soft, firm skin at the top of her glutes, just below the waistline of her trousers. She overrode an impulse to reach further down - let her take the lead – and waited instead for Amy to finish unbuttoning her jeans before letting out a small gasp as Amy reached inside, rubbing her gently over her underwear. Kirsten hadn’t anticipated Amy being this forward (she’d not anticipated anything about this evening) but she couldn’t have liked it more. She guessed it made sense, here was a woman used to making things happen, but it was also her first time with a woman and Kirsten hadn’t expected her to be quite so…confident. It was a massive turn on.
Placing a glancing kiss on Kirsten’s collarbone Amy turned and led the way into the bedroom. Kirsten watched as she removed her trousers and bra, the soft moonlight streaming through the window and highlighting the slender contours of her back and lithe legs that just went on and on.
How can someone be so perfect?
Before she could be caught staring Kirsten wriggled out of her jeans and moved forward skimming the fingertips of her right hand down the length of Amy’s back, as if checking this wasn’t an illusion, letting them settle on her lower back as Amy turned to face her. The air stilled around them and Kirsten paused long enough to allow the anticipation to build, before placing her hands either side of Amy’s face and drawing her into a sensuous kiss that Amy eagerly leaned into. Kirsten couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was allowed to touch and kiss and feel Amy like this. They edged towards the bed without breaking the kiss, hands exploring newly exposed skin. Kirsten could feel Amy trembling into every touch. This felt so very good, so very right.
Amy lay back in the centre of the bed inviting Kirsten up on top of her. Planting an open-mouthed kiss, first to the side of her stomach and then the side of her ribcage, Kirsten trailed her tongue across the line of Amy’s ribs and up between her cleavage before taking a breast in her mouth. Amy let out a sharp gasp and Kirsten was about to look up, check that this was ok, when she felt the pressure of Amy’s hand against the back of her head, burying her fingers in her hair, encouraging her to continue. She took the other breast in her mouth with a whimper, her tongue exploring Amy’s nipple, feeling increasingly dizzy, an ache developing between her legs.
Amy’s hands were at Kirsten’s back now, unclasping her bra, helping the straps off her arms and then pulling her up to kiss on the mouth. Cupping Kirsten’s breasts. Running down her sides to tug her underwear downwards.
Kirsten could hear her own heavy breathing, every nerve ending buzzed. As she pulled off her underwear, Amy did the same, kicking it somewhere across the room. And then they were kissing again and Amy was pulling Kirsten’s hips downwards onto hers. Kirsten pressed the top of her thigh between Amy’s legs, feeling the wetness there, pushing against her groin. Their impulses began to take over now as hips writhed instinctively, searching out the best kind of contact.
Kirsten was sure she’d never been so aroused. She placed her knee to the outside of Amy’s hip and allowed her other leg to slide beneath Amys. As she dropped her hips down they touched fully. Connected with Amy at the most sensitive point. It drew a load moan from Amy who began to rock her hips with greater purpose, holding on to Kirsten’s glutes to increase the pressure. Kirsten’s breath caught in her throat. She’d never felt anything like it, a sensation so molten, like a force surging out from their centres and setting every cell alive with vibrations. Although she wasn’t new to this it felt like a thoroughly new experience now, warm and disorientating, in the best possible way. A new level of desire.
Fucking hell, this is incredible!
Kirsten desperately tried to cling onto control but Amy’s palm was pressed against the side of her face and she was sucking on Kirsten’s bottom lip. And fuck. The idea of being able to keep control felt as ridiculous at this point as trying to touch a memory. Amy surrounded every one of her senses. The taste of her skin; her sweet citrusy smell; the sound of each breathy moan; the way her nipples brushed against Kirsten’s with each roll of her hips. It felt exquisite. Intoxicating. And it was sweeping Kirsten away too fast.
Not yet. Not yet.
Kirsten felt like a teenager trying not to blow their load too soon. This wasn’t normal for her. She was good at this. Could take the lead and string the pleasure out. But the intensity of this was too much to handle, months of pent-up desire mingled with the electricity of Amy’s touch and this had gotten away from her.
Fuck, just get her there first.
Kirsten took a deep breath and focussed on a freckle on Amy’s collarbone, attempting to dissipate some of the tension that was gathering where their clitorises stroked together. But then Amy whispered Kirsten’s name into her ear and latched her lips onto the soft patch of skin behind her earlobe and Kirsten was undone. A bolt of pleasure suddenly erupted through her body, pooling behind her eyes and in her temples. As her arms gave out and she collapsed her full bodyweight onto Amy, Kirsten felt Amy shudder beneath her, back arching, a deep noise caught in her throat. And then again. And then again.
They lay like that for a minute, panting, both gathering their senses, enjoying the hit of bliss that could only follow an orgasm that intense. Kirsten buried her face into the side of Amy’s neck and breathed her in deeply. Although she couldn’t see Amy’s face she could tell that she was smiling.
“You ok?” Amy managed eventually.
“Yeah, umm, yeah.”
“Fuck, that was… I really really like you,” Amy grinned, letting out a small laugh.
“It would appear so,” Kirsten smiled, propping herself up, looking down into Amy’s face. Amy’s face. So close and happy. Amy’s body laid out beneath her. Kirsten felt like she was in actual heaven. Taking a long, satisfied breath, Amy ran her hands softly down Kirsten’s back, over her buttocks and back again. This sensation of closeness, it was too good. Kirsten drank it in, dipping down to plant a full bodied kiss onto the brunette’s mouth. “I really like you too, in case that wasn’t clear” she smiled into the kiss and gave her hips one last press, where they were still connected with Amy, before rolling onto her side and placing a hand gently onto Amy’s navel.
A moment passed before Amy reached out to tuck Kirsten’s hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful” she muttered, almost as if to herself, as she ran the backs of her fingers across Kirsten’s collarbone.
“Hmm, I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Too soon for banter?
“Only the ones I manage to get into the sack.”
No we’re ok.
Feeling somewhat euphoric and harbouring a craving to make sure Amy felt as good as possible, Kirsten traced the crease down the edge of Amy’s taught abs. “I like this bit” she said, leaning over to give it a delicate kiss.
“Oh yeah?”
She casually dragged her finger up to one of Amy’s plump breasts and circled it around her nipple. “and this bit” she smiled as she leaned in and softly kissed the outer underside of her boob, where the skin was pale and silky. Amy hummed out a laugh.
Kirsten loved nothing more than to make Amy Silva laugh – she kept going.
“This bit’s lovely” she said, (it’s all lovely) moving to press her finger and then her lips against the corner of Amy’s jaw, beneath her ear. This earned a murmur of approval from Amy so Kirsten dwelled, kissing slowly along the line of her jaw, enjoying the sensation of excitement gradually rebuilding in her stomach and spreading downwards.
When she reached Amy’s chin Kirsten lifted her gaze to meet Amy’s who stared back at her with a look that was amused but held a flicker of desire. She looks really happy, Kirsten thought and her heart glowed brighter inside her chest. Holding her gaze she allowed her hand to trail down Amy’s body to her inner thigh. “Here too” she whispered, her voice had lost it’s lightness and came out thick and throaty. It was a question more than a statement and Amy nodded, eyes unwavering, large and dark, fully focussed on Kirsten’s.
Kirsten allowed her hand to circle closer to Amy’s centre, feeling slickness as her fingers edged towards her opening. Eyes still locked; their faces were so close now that Kirsten could taste the anticipation on Amy’s breath. “Is this ok?”, she whispered.
“Please” sighed Amy, opening her legs further before pulling Kirsten into a kiss that felt like it might have no end. Kirsten hoped it never would.