“Oh my God…” she said, breathless like she’d just run the 100 metres in the Olympics, her eyes flickering all over his, her brow creased as though in confusion. “How did you learn to kiss like that?”
She didn’t give him a chance to answer – thankfully, since he didn’t know what exactly to say. Probably not a good idea to tell her he’d only really ever learned anything from her. She was kissing him, pressing herself up against him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, now, not holding back.
He tried to give as good as he got, but her passionate energy was intense, and like lying under a refreshing waterfall, he just had to let the incredible power flow over him.
As she kissed him, he found he did really enjoy her taking control. Ever since his blundering fumblings in eighth grade, the few times he’d been lucky enough to find another girl interested in a little smooching, the girl had always pretty much opened her mouth and sat there.
This was electric. And now as he found himself sucking on her tongue, Noelle was grabbing his hands, and forcing them up her chest, demanding he touch her breasts.
“Just there…” she breathed as his fingers closed around the sensational shape of her cleavage.
Oh God in Heaven, he was actually holding her beautiful round breasts, and she actually wanted him to. He could feel the stiffness of her nipples, even through her bra and top.
Dylan took direction from her, and at first she seemed to find it strange, leading him. Putting his hands where she wanted them, guiding the speed and intensity of their kiss. For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes open, trying to figure him out. Perhaps check whether he was only allowing her to lead as some kind of lame follow-up to his earlier suggestions, all one long strategy to get her interested in him.
But he could see her come to believe that this was wonderful for him – he didn’t feel any sleight against his masculinity, how could he? He was entangled in the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
He touched her tenderly, and she seemed to respond to his gentle coaxing of her sensationally soft breasts, writhing and emitting the sexiest moans. But with the incredible sweetness of her kiss, he found himself slipping into a strange kind of dream state, lulled into a strange calm by the exquisite dance of the senses, and somehow he was losing himself in her.
When he realized her shirt had ridden up, and her bra had slipped down, and his hands were sprawling over her smooth, soft bare flesh, grazing over her hard nipples without hindrance, he was surprised and a touch confused about how they’d got to that state. Noelle appeared ecstatic that he was touching her like that, however.
“Kiss me down here,” she said softly, almost a whisper, and he found himself kissing down her soft neck, breathing in the gentle sweet scent from her skin as he moved down.
And then he was taking her nipple inside his hot mouth, tasting her soft flesh, brushing his tongue over her sensitive bud, drawing out a deep long sigh as he began sucking on her.