Her lips melt into mine. The soft feeling of her lips is intruded by her tongue reaching my teeth. Her hand crawls up my spine, and onto my cheek. She holds my face in a firm grip that i'm sure left a mark. She picks me up, just to throw me onto the bed. She sinks down on top of me, holding me against the mattress. I can't even tell if I want this or not. It doesn't seem like the right timing. I'm still upset. She is too. At least I think she is. But I can't help but feel that spark. I know it's there. I can taste it.
My hands cause me to get an awkward feeling. My ex never got on top of me like Billie does. I have absolutely no clue where to put my hands. While Billie is annoyingly good at this, I don't even know basic rules. My initial thought was to hold her ass. But after rethinking it, I'm not capable of something like that. So, I go with my gut, and tangle my hands in her black hair. I give it my all. Might as well. She's the only female i've been with that will make me wanna do my best.
Not because I didn't love other girls, but because nobody had skills like she does. But something seems off. She doesn't even look remotely satisfied. I can almost see the devil horns poking out of her head. It concerns me, but I have to continue. My gut is wanting me to stop here, before I become broken, but my heart, my heart won't let me. Because in the back of my sick, crazy mind, I love her. With all my fucking heart. And all I need is for her to do the same.
