Heart over Head (M)

[Margaret O'Neill]

The placement of Attie's lips was as scintillating as it was unexpected and Margaret couldn't prevent the whimper that escaped. She had been determined to seem less green than she actually was but when Attie insisted on pressing full lips against sensitive skin there was little she could do to maintain her composure and she gasped.

The swirl of Attie's tongue was a revelation and she instinctively ground down on the other woman's lap, begging for a release with her body that she scarcely knew how to ask for verbally. The very thought would have been enough to make her blush from throat to thighs if she wasn't already doing just that.

She reached up her hand and cupped it over the back of Attie's where is rested on her breast, squeezing the fingers over her flesh.

"I didn't know it could feel like this," she breathed out, blushing but finding her previous troubles flitting away from the look in Attie's eye. Bracing herself carefully on Attie's shoulder she twisted her head until she could catch the other woman's lips in hers again and press her carefully back until she was lying flush against Attie's body.