I�ve been stood in the doorway for the longest time, just, watching her. The way her green eyes sparkle and her cute little nose will occasionally scrunch up as she laughs. How she licks every trace of ice cream off her spoon before plunging it back into the tub.
She�s watching a re-run of some old, black and white movie with Bing Crosby. I don�t know what the movie�s called, I don�t think she does either, but it�s making her laugh so it�s all good.
�Mind if I join you?� I enquire softly as I slowly walk towards her.
She turns her head and flashes me the most heart-stoppingly beautiful smile. She lifts the edge of the blanket and gestures for me to join her. As I snuggle close to her petite body I notice a tiny spot of melting ice-cream on her chin and can�t suppress a light chuckle.
�What?� Her ever-inquisitive green eyes squint slightly, questioningly, as the tiniest frown creases her brow.
Without a word I remove the ice-cream tub from her lap and place it down on the table. She watches me curiously, her gaze following my every move.
As our eyes meet I cup her cheeks gently in my hands and slowly lean towards her. Her eyes flutter closed as her lips part slightly, invitingly, expectantly. I take a moment to savour and wonder at her simple, elegant beauty.
I reach out my tongue and slowly lick at the drop of wayward ice-cream, my lips joining my tongue a fraction of a second later to brush lightly over her soft skin. The tip of my tongue continues delicately upwards towards her waiting mouth, and I teasingly lick and nibble at her sweet, cookie-dough flavoured lips. As a soft moan escapes from deep in her throat I run my tongue past her lips and into the familiar warm wetness of her mouth.
We lean backwards together until our bodies are in full contact, hers beneath mine with only our clothes between us.
We break from the kiss for some much needed oxygen and she begins idly stroking her fingers over the back of my neck. There�s a glint in her eyes, she knows that stroking my neck drives me crazy.
�You know?� She enquires, her voice mischievously serious. �We haven�t made love on this couch since it was delivered.�
�What? But, that was a whole, three days ago.� I playfully feign shock, giggling as her touch turns from gentle stroking into light tickling.
�I propose that we remedy this sad state of affairs immediately. This couch needs to see some hot girl-on-girl action. Right. Now.� Her voice has adopted that sexy lilt that sends shivers down my spine and her eyes have darkened to a familiar, lust-filled shade of green.
She tugs gently at my hair as she pulls my head down towards her, our mouths crashing hungrily, passionately; our bodies already calling out desperately for one another.
My hands make their way beneath her top and her smooth stomach quivers beneath my finger-tips. I reach her, thankfully braless breasts and cover the small mounds with my hands; her nipples harden instantly beneath my touch.
I love how her breasts fit right into the palms of my hands, as if they were made specifically to be stroked, and squeezed, and kneaded, and fondled by my hands and finger-tips.
She�s moaning as I massage her breasts, arching her back to push herself further into my embrace.
I gently rub the pad of my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, then slowly take the sensitive nubs between my forefingers and thumbs and squeeze them sharply, which elicits the most delightful gasp of pleasure from my writhing redhead.
�Off.� I command huskily, my eyes indicating her sweater.
In less than a second the cloth barrier is tossed to the floor, joining the blanket which had slipped away, unnoticed, at some point in the proceedings.
My love�s torso is now gloriously naked beneath me, for my eyes and hands and mouth to feast on to my, and her, heart�s content.
