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You can still feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, the steady beat of your heart is so strong you could swear you can hear it. Your fingers are shaking slightly while skimming over her still-clothed body; something you’re planning on changing soon. You’re willing yourself to take it slow; acting completely against what your body is telling you to do. This time it’s supposed to be different.
Remembering how close you could have come to losing her today, you dig your fingers deeper into the soft skin at her waist, pulling her closer to press your lips against hers. In between being happy that she’s okay and feeling guilty about how you treated her, you’re trying your best to make it up to her.
You deepen the kiss as soon as she parts her lips, gently pushing her into the direction of your bedroom and the bed. Her cute vest is the first thing to go, quickly followed by her shirt while she tugs impatiently at yours. You raise your arms to assist her and a moment later, it joins hers on the ground.
Your hands find her pants, fingertips grazing the skin just about the seam and you feel her shiver. While you’re slowly unbuttoning her pants, pulling at them, she’s mirroring your actions. Finally rid of most of the interfering clothes, you gently press her down onto the bed, hovering over her.
She smiles up at you, sheepishly biting on her bottom lip. You lean down, capturing her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss before slowly descending further. Down her neck, nibbling at the skin, as your fingertips trace the line of her bra until they find the clasp. Beneath your lips, you can feel her heart beating furiously and you’re amazed at the effect you have on her.
Her hands are resting on your shoulders, and an uncertainty about whether she should urge you further or wait radiates from her light touch. And even though you want to take it slow, you would follow her lead. You hear her sigh contently as you leave a trail of butterfly kisses down the valley of her breasts and when you run the tip of your tongue along the underside of one breast, her grip tightens.
Her breathing becomes erratic, her stomach muscles quiver, and you lean up for a moment, stealing a quick kiss before paying her stomach the attention it deserves. The warm soft skin is a pleasant reminder of life, the fear you felt earlier when you had to watch her walk to that door, resurfacing for a moment. You lightly bite just above her hip, your thumbs simultaneously tracing circles around her quickly tightening nipples.
She arches into you, a soft whimper escaping her throat. Torturing her further, you ever so slowly slide her panties down her legs, your mouth closely following its path. Reaching her feet, you let the panties fall on the floor and place a quick kiss on the sole of each before resting her legs on your shoulders.
You run your fingertips gently along the inside of her thighs, enjoying to see her squirm, her hands helplessly angling for any part of you to pull you closer. You kiss the soft skin just above one of her knees, moving your left hand to her stomach where she twines her fingers with yours.
Slowly, you make your way up the inside of her thigh, altering between soft kisses and nibbling only to stop to repeat it on the other thigh just before reaching where she wanted you.
She sucks in a deep breath before uttering, “Could you please…?” Her free hand finds the top of your head, trying to press you down, her other clutching yours, fingers digging into your skin.
At the first tentative stroke with your tongue, she groans, her hips bucking against your mouth for a much firmer contact. With the tip of your tongue, you form random patterns on her clit. Her grip on your hair tightens, almost painfully fisting it. You slide two fingers into her, assisting your tongue.
You quickly pick up your pace, sensing her need. Between the movements of your tongue and fingers, it takes only a few moments before you can feel her clenching around your fingers. You slow down, waiting for her to come down before moving up and kissing her softly.
“I’m sorry about earlier today,” you whisper into her ear, settling down next to her.
“Well…” she pants, her breathing still not back to normal, “If that’s how you say you’re sorry…” she grins at you before placing her head on your shoulder.
You kiss the top of her head, playing with a few strands of her hair, “I was worried about you,” you confess quietly.
“I’m fine,” she assures, squeezing your hand gently.
“Yeah,” you sigh softly, vowing to do your best to keep it that way.