I gently separated us and we stared longingly into each other's eyes. Then I placed my lips on hers and grabbed the back of her neck with my hands. I pushed deeper into the kiss, feeling more and more of her. Then I put my body weight into it, and slowly guided her down onto the bed. Monica was surprised at first, but then let it happen. Soon, I was lying on top of her, kissing and caressing her, and she had her arms wrapped around me, pulling me tighter.
We kissed like this for what felt like forever. She was warm, and she didn't do her hair today so it as tangled everywhere, and her breath smelled faintly of marinara sauce, and she was so beautiful. Our breasts rested on each other, and our legs occasionally intertwined.
I pulled back and pushed some stray hairs off of her face. "You're really beautiful, Monica," I told her.
She smiled. "You're beautiful, Christy," she said back to me.
With me now straddling her waist, the possibilities were endless. Last time, I fucked her. I took control and dominated her. But now, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to experience passion with her. And seeing the emotions and thoughts in her eyes, I could tell she wanted the same thing.
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