Submitted by megan on Sun, 11/18/2007 - 01:57
It's dark, the music a beating vibration up my legs. They're packed in around us, elbows and shoulder blades a regular random pressure over the surface of my body. Pressed up flat against yours.
I got my hands under your shirt, crawled up under your tight bra. You try and press your breasts flat, try to pretend they're not there, but I know how you love it. Know you spreadeagled on my bed, tension gathering up to greet my tongues' flick, my fingers' gentle tap.
My palm now flat against your ribs, a finger on each side of your nipple, squeezing in, hard and soft and softer and softer and harder and soft and harder and harder and soft, and your voice quiet moans in my ear with each beat.