Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
She opened the door, pulled me inside, then shut and locked the door. I looked up at her with an arched eyebrow, but she quickly wiped the smirk off my face when she pushed me against the door and pressed her body into mine. Well, ok then. 
                          
I could feel her breath on my lips and I opened them slightly, eager to feel her lips on mine. I felt her fingers on my cheek, then a soft brush of her lips pass over mine. I lowered my hand to the slit in her dress and ran my fingers over her thigh. She inhaled deeply, then slammed her lips into mine. 
                          
I was overwhelmed. The electricity from before was jolting throughout my body and then I felt it, the tingles in my stomach. 
                          
I pulled my lips away and grabbed her hips, pushing her from me, catching my breath. Her chest was heaving and she leaned her forehead on mine. 
                          
"Too much?" She whispered. 
                          
I reached up and put a stray lock of hair behind her ear and looked deep into her eyes; they were swirling with lust and a glint of something else. I trailed my hand from her ear, down her neck, to her chest and flattened my hand over her heart. I could feel the rapid beating under my palm and let it rest there. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
                          
I lowered my hand and grazed over her right breast, down her side, then rested my hand on her hip. I took a deep breath, then pulled her to me. I reached into her hair with my other hand and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her with desperation and she returned it with urge. We fought for dominance with our tongues and eventually, she won out. 
                          
I felt her hands slide under my shirt, caressing my stomach, then moving higher, landing on my breasts. I moaned when she found my nipples under my bra and began squeezing them lightly. I ran my hands up her back and found the top of her zipper, then pulled it down slowly. She stepped back, so she could shimmy out of her dress and when it came off, my mouth dropped.
                          
She was in a strapless, revealing bra and matching panties. Fuck me, she's gorgeous. She half smiled at me with a seductive look in her eyes, as mine unabashedly looked her up and down. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her long, toned legs. I was frozen. In lust. In awe. I don't know, but I couldn't move.
                          
She stepped toward me and reached for the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my arms and let her pull it off of me. She pushed me back into the door and slammed her lips into mine once again, she didn't even ask for permission as she plunged her tongue into my mouth and slid it back and forth over mine. 
                          
I have no idea where this newly found confidence came from, but I fucking like it. She ran her fingers over my shoulders, down my arms and dropped them onto the buttons of my jeans. She quickly unbuttoned them, then pulled them down my legs and kneeled in front of me. I looked down at her as I lifted each leg, so she could pull them off and her eyes met mine. 
                          
Without taking her eyes off of me, she kissed the side of my calf, then my thigh, then reached up with both hands and pulled my panties down. She helped me out of them, then kissed up my thighs again. I felt both hands on my ass and she squeezed, then pulled me forward. She kissed my mound, then put a hand on the inside of my knee, lifting it slightly, so she could gain better access. I rested it on her shoulder and took a deep breath in anticipation of what's going to happen next.
                          
I leaned against the door and felt the tip of her tongue start at my entrance and slowly move up to my clit. I jolted forward and buried my fingers in her hair and let out a long moan. She flattened her tongue and moved up and down over my clit, swirling her tongue every now and again. Has she been practicing? Fuck, she felt good.