If the exchange is called a contest, then it ends with my loss. I've gotten my head straightened, but there is not much I can do about my heightened sensitivity. I raise my head, and let my throat vibrate to let out the ripple that shook me.
"Ahhh~"
I don't feel like Emmie pinched me. I feel like she electrocuted me. I tremble on my feet and almost lose it. Despite the worst not happening, I can feel my panties start growing wet.
I grip the flesh in my hands tighter, then push Emmie back, away from my neck m, away from the hickeys she has started to leave there.
She falls on the bed. Seeing me pushing my skirt and my panties down, she does the same with her shorts and the panties she has underneath, before taking off her bra and throwing it away. The only accessory Emmie has on herself now is the hair tie keeping her red hair tied.
She smiles with anticipation and pushes herself back to the middle of the bed, her legs spread, the exposure exciting her instead of bothering her. By the time she reaches the position she is aiming for, her lower lips have become like flowers anticipating the arrival of the light from the sun.
They are now disjoined, separate slightly, with drool oozing out from between them to run down to the puckered hole kept tight from the muscles contracted in excitement.
The wind flows against my skin. Its caress makes my nipples harden further. The tension between us travels through our gazes, and Emmie's nipples follow the example of mine to grow further from the deeper-colored bed they were resting in the middle of, called areolas.
We smile at each other, and I go over. It is just three steps, but each one makes the productivity of my cave rise up. By the time I place my knee on the bed, it feels like my body has reached a certain destination, a peak of readiness.
Our wordless communication is less intense as I place myself above Emmie, and lower my head. Her smile widens, and she pushes her head up. Our kiss has something deeper than lust this time. Our lips first have contact, then entangle themselves in a choreographed dance, before our tongues follow right into the crowd of sensual dancers.
Our kiss goes from light and explorative to deep. We exchange our saliva without restraints. I settle myself on Emmie, and my hands which do not have to support my weight anymore start getting busy.
I put one in Emmie's hair and the other one her chest. Emmie responds in kind. While entangled, she pushes up her hands against my chest. She raises her leg to support me. I rub my crotch against her smooth skin, the natural lubricant I produce making the movement smoother after a short moment, more pleasurable.
"Ah… Ah… Ah…"
My exhales are punctuated with rubs and pinches of the nipple between my fingers, making Emmie respond with exhales of her own. She moves her hips to rub herself against the thigh I have put against her crotch.
Just the beginning of the preliminaries, and already our bodies are activated to the point where accumulation has already started. The pleasure traveled through our nerves. Our kiss continues evolving with more depth, before we pause, and our lips separate.
We face each other with rippling soft desire in our eyes, my pale blue ones and her red ones. The trails we have left on each other's thigh are like marks of a snail's passage. When meeting the air as we pause, the mark on my thigh brings a chill that contrasts with the lustful heat permeating my being.
My skin tightens and my pores close, only my lower lips part further, and drool even more. In the short moment the pause lasts, Emmie rises up and flips me on my back to climb up on me. She grins, then does what I have done to her just earlier. I close my eyes, then do what she also did earlier.
Only, I focus too much on enjoying the sensation of her balls of softness in my hands to move my hips with anything but subtle movements. The breasts, smaller than Liz's, are still too big for my hands. They are tighter with a youthful immaturity that Liz seems to have lost and replaced with overwhelming mature softness.
For a while, the sound of the sensual dance of our lips remains the only thing in the small world of Emmie's room. Everything else coming from outside becomes the background for the heat in our chests.
Emmie's hand moves at some point, not the one she has rested beside my head, but the one that has been reshaping my breasts, massaging to help them grow. It traces a path on my body, subtle but obvious, making my skin vibrate.
She makes a stop around my navel, traces a circle there, then trails from it, down the middle of my body, to a part of my body that tightens in anticipation, only to open in an inviting gesture when she passes my Venus mound. And because of that, because Emmie seems to read me, she slows down, before slowly, very slowly, making a circle on the wet ground from which my engorged clit is peeking out.
I pause our kiss in preparation for the approaching moment, and with a grin, she slides her index and middle finger straight down to my cave while she presses on my surrendering protrusion with her thumb. The double assault is so sudden that it tears apart my preparations. My eyes widen, I jump right into the finish line of the race that has been progressive until now.
"Hnnnn~"
I instinctively bite my lower lip, but I can't prevent the sound rumbling in my chest from leaving my throat. I can't prevent a fountain from gushing from below me either, as, again and again, I reflexively clamp down and let go of the fingers invading me.
My body shakes for a little too long, before my clears up, and I look at the teasing smile above me. The provocation doesn't go unanswered. I push into the softness I have not let go throughout the whole ordeal, and flip Emmie back to the position she had been in.
The rock hard protrusion against my palms let me know of her anticipation, and I recall she seems to be a bit of a M. I grin from above her, and lower my head, like a vampire going for her meal. A meal all too happy to be eaten.
"Anhhh~!!!"