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Her hands sliding down my stomach, pulling me closer to her, and I wish that she would kiss me. I turn to her, she goes crossed eyed for a second, god her eyes. Her breath warming my body, her nose just grazing my cheek and I want those lips. Her hand resting on my hip, so gentle is her touch, so tantalizing her breathe is. I stare at her lips that are slightly parted, at her neck that I want to touch to kiss. She doesn’t look away, she doesn’t blink she just stares straight through me.

“I broke up with Jess…” her breathing catching in her throat. “I didn’t love her…not like I love you.”

Her hand shakes when she moves some hair out of my face, she pulls away just a little and I see the scratch on her cheek. It’s ragged against her smooth skin, she doesn’t flinch she just looks at me as my finger outlines it. Her lips so soft against my finger, her breath so warm, and god I love her.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream.”

“It’s not a drea-,” before I can even finish she kisses me.

Those lips that make me think of dirty thoughts that control me. That tongue that slide along my bottom lip making me let her in, the taste of her so sweet that I need more. The edge of her teeth, the feel of her smiling when we kiss, my lungs wanting air, my body wanting her. When she pulls away, her lips so close that they linger slightly brushing against mine. Her hand in my hair, stopping on the back of my neck pulling me into her. She kisses my nose so lightly, she covers my face in these airy kisses, my skin on fire from them. She kisses the corners of my lips and her tongue finds it way to that spot, my heart pounding so loud that it roars in my ears. Hers matching mine beat for beat under my fingers, fuck her tongue.

Her teeth grazing my neck, her tongue swirling in those little circles, torturing me in every way possible. Her stomach, how the fuck does she get these abs, these perfect ab’s. Her hands running down my body as she moves over me, I fucking hate clothes. She pulls back when I lift her shirt; I need the feel of her skin, to taste it to kiss that belly button of hers. Her hands cupping my face, kissing me, laying me down her arms falling beside me. The cold feel of her cross hitting my chest, and I want out of these clothes I want to feel her skin on mine. She lifts me up to take my shirt off, ripping it in the process and I don’t care, it’s hers anyways. She teases me, brushing so briefly against me, never really touching and I can’t stop these sounds escaping from my lips. The rushing heat flowing down, god she so fucking hot, this heat that she brings. I can’t get enough of her mouth on mine, of her skin that makes me burn, of her eyes that searches my face. Her hand grabbing my breast, her tongue on my neck, her hair surrounding my hand. Her fingers tracing a path along my stomach, stopping at my waist, we are going to burn in this heat and I need more.