Heart over Head (M)

[Margaret O'Neill]

If Margaret could have melted into the kiss she thought she might have done; her whole body felt like honey oozing against Attie's and every tiny slither of air that existed between their bodies felt like a waste of glorious contact. Her breath caught in her throat at Attie's touch and she tried to prevent her whole body from trembling at something so simple.

If she had her way they Attie was going to touch more than just her breast over her chemise so she really should try not to give herself away at being inexperienced so quickly! Her lips parted from Attie's for just a moment, enough for her to see the encouragement in the other woman's eyes and she managed to stem the heat and yearning crackling through her for long enough to brush Attie's hair from her eyes and smile softly.

The words she longed to say stayed in her throat but somehow in their long silent embrace she felt that Attie had heard her.

She pressed her lips to Attie's again before kissing the corner of her lips, then her chin, her throat, taking particular care to pay homage to the earlier discovered spot, until finally she reached new terrain. Her lips traced the soft skin that lead down Attie's chest and Margaret licked her lips as she reached to tops of her breasts, inadvertently catching the skin with her roving tongue.

Tentatively she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the softest skin she had ever encountered, the warmth of Attie's breast transcendent against her mouth and the give of the flesh a revelation. She could spend hours just kissing this woman's breasts and never become tired.