117 - Becca

Fred's lips fit perfectly with mine. They were hot, moist, and as soft as I remembered. I didn't notice that I panted softly when I felt him, but from the way he acted "slightly taken by the impulse that reaction provoked", holding firmly in the back of my neck, I knew that he was attentive to my sounds.

With one hand, I took to Fred's hair, messing up the strands so perfectly arranged, and feeling the roughness of the collar of his shirt around his neck. He rose to me, not totally, but enough so that I didn't have to put so much pressure on kissing him. The world has lost its sound, colors, and importance. It was the first time we touched each other intimately, since my turn, and it was as good as it had been before.

Fred nibbled on my lower lip, breathing very close to my cheek, as he deepened our kiss. He didn't have any remnant of a beard, but still the firmness of his skin caused me tickling and a pleasurable feeling. I didn't notice when I got up completely, just like he did, an