Feeling Rebel’s lips against my neck sent shivers down my spine and gave me angry butterflies. Her body; a canvas so intricately laid out and detailed that just the thought of physical contact made me wet. But it was more than mere memory laid out before me now.
The soft moans escaping Rebel’s lips landed squarely on my stomach, making my insides churn and my nether regions throb. I wanted more and could never get enough of her no matter how much I tried. And not a day went by that we didn’t try again and again to satisfy the physical and mental longing. We barely left the house some days.
My hands roamed her body, her breasts, and her ass, they were everywhere. I left no place untouched as we passionately kissed. Deeper. I held her by the small of her back as she drove her body into mine.
The passion I felt was explosive, but I refused to ignite it. Rebel was doing all of the work and I was afraid if I added any more friction, I’d explode. I wanted to be in tune with her. She was on top, riding me like a wave; on the verge of becoming something even more powerful. My passion was building like a rising tide and I craved even as we lay together trying to satisfy each other’s hunger.
I couldn’t tell if my stomach was hurting from lust or aching from desire. But, either way, my strap stroked Rebel’s kitty or her purrs came like soft growls; deep, sultry, low moans coming one after the other. I didn’t want to think about anyone or anything except filling her up. My hands found her breasts and I milked them gently, urging her nipples to grow firm under my touch. I gripped a handful of her warm mounds and she ground her bottom harder into me. Her moans indicating her enjoyment at the sensations my return movements were giving.
This would be our third time making love tonight. I pulled Rebel on top of me when she told me she wanted more. I was exhausted from all the work I had put in earlier, but she satisfied me in between rests and I clenched my thighs together, allowing Rebel to guide me into her.
“Mmm, I know you like that.” she said, “I can tell you’re wet.” She ran a finger along my jaw line until it rested atop my lips, effectively silencing me.
In truth, I liked it so much I could think of nothing else at the moment. That’s the way I wanted it. I didn’t want to think about whether or not she saw the business card fall out of my shirt pocket when she yanked it off of me earlier or…
“Are you jealous about me possibly getting an agent?” she teased, interrupting my thoughts.
I lightly coughed, breaking the mood. “Naw, girl, of course not!”
She looked at me, smiled, squinting her eyes. “I think you are.”
I bolted upright and stared hard at Rebel. Her eyes shone bright, her cheeks a familiar pale pink and her lips were moist, soft and beckoning. She glowed in the dark and my body was on automatic now. She was so fucking beautiful and despite the fact that I blamed her for ruining the mood, I still wanted her.
She held fast when I sat upright and was now straddling me. She was short so we were barely at eye level, instead of Rebel looking down over me like I knew she wanted.
She grabbed a handful of my locks and went to kiss my neck, but I held her back. She tried again, but I held her face and kissed her roughly on the lips before gently rolling her off of me and climbing out the bed.
“I’m not jealous,” I lied.
I mean, I wasn’t initially, but now that she asked, maybe I had a reason to be. “I’m not blind, either.” I added for effect.
“Rene?”
“Yes?” I replied.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I took a deep breath and waited to exhale.
“Tonight, when I saw you with Max…” My voice trailed off. “I mean, I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”
A look of confusion flashed across Rebel’s face briefly, but I caught it before she returned back to normal.
“I thought you were…” she began. Never mind.” she finished.
“What? Is there someone else?” I thought fast and then smirked sarcastically.
Rebel didn’t return the gesture. Her face had become serious all of the sudden. That’s when I remembered that I was stark naked, but I wasn’t bashful.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” she replied.
