Water - melon

We are kissing. It is a slow massage of lips and tongues. I like the way her hands are, nestled in my honey brown locks- clutching tightly as I now bestow butterfly kisses on her cheeks. Kissing her now reminds me vaguely of eating watermelons in the heat of summer. I picture myself leaning against my deck railing sinking my teeth into a nice succulent watermelon- the juices running down and between each of my fingers, the inner satisfaction of wondrous taste buds spinning out of control- yes, kissing her is like eating a watermelon- but much more juicy.

She moans in my open mouth and my knees begin to shake, violently. My upper thighs quiver uncontrollably. I want to cry out in pleasure but I just keep pressing my tongue in, running it across her teeth, and over the roof of her mouth. She pulls away, slowly, mumbling something, breathing the words over my neck just before she attacks that uncharted skin.

The second her teeth come in contact with my neck, I can’t take it, I fall back but gently. I navigate myself and her clumsily to a sitting position… or rather, I’m resting in one of my mother’s wing backed chairs and she is perched in my lap sucking on my collar bone. For the very first time in my life I want to swear. I want to swear and let her know just how far she is pushing me this time.

Alex has always been one to cross boundaries.

I let my hands wander up the back of her shirt; I drag my nails down and then up her spin- letting the goosebumps erect all over her. She is shaking in my arms. I want this time to last, not like before, I don’t want to stop just because a back door opens, or the phone rings, no, I want to stay like this until I’ am finished, satisfied like the watermelon

“Harper…” She says huskily into my shoulder.

I don’t answer, I just keep feeling her, she is so soft- like fresh laundry and the urge to rub my cheeks against her surges through me.

“Harper…” She whimpers breathlessly.

We meet in a suddenly stare. My arms are wrapped around her holding her to me so she will not fall. She begins to unbutton my blouse with awkward, unsure hands. Her eyes are fierce and her cheeks flushed with a heated blush of pleasure and frustration with the blouse’s buttons.

I giggle, slightly, and lean back enjoying this. I like watching her become flustered, normally the ‘Great Alex Russo’ is always in control, completely cool and collected. But I have the distinct honor of seeing her this way, almost child-like and so very innocent in touch and words.

My white blouse hangs open and she stares. My whole body envelopes into a blush, I now find myself becoming very shy over showing her. She pulls down my bra straps and kisses the red marks that the bra left behind.

She stops, “Harper?”

“Alex…”

She begins to shift in my arms and her brow becomes wrinkled, “I think I really like you.”

I giggle, I can’t help it, “Well good, I like you too.”

“Good,” She sighs, relaxing and I can’t really say why she thought I never did like her, maybe love her. She now smiles at me, that smile where I can’t help and smile back, and then she kisses me again and I taste watermelon.