Make out

You kiss your way down the side of her neck and look up at Leah's face as you gently nibble the soft flesh there. She's looking at her sculpture, satisfaction and smugness present on her face. Her eyes shift down to look at you and she laughs as your eyes meet. She reaches a hand up, sliding it up your back and running her fingers through your hair. "This is what I wanted, you and me. I just didn't know at first." She smiles beautific and triumphant. You lift your head again, needing to kiss those lips. She eagerly meets you, her legs around your waist pulling you close to her and the railing she rests on. You part your lips and she follows your lead, a soft appreciative moan as your tongue probes into her mouth.

You run your hands up her back, feeling the soft material of her green shirt, tour fingers play gently with her braces. With your right hand you grasp her braid and gently pull back, tilting her head upwards, making her gasp as you **** her to break the kiss. You kiss over her cheek and chin. Down the side of her neck again and over her collar bones where her parted shirt gives you a view down her cleavage. You kiss over the soft rounded flesh of the top of her breasts and she moans softly in appreciation. Her hands shift from holding her steady on the railing to around you, trusting to hold her upright. You feel one of her hands slide up your arm and over your shoulder to run through your hair. Gently steering you to keep up the attention on her breasts.

You tease her by ignoring her direction and pulling straight back up to smile at her, your nose brushing hers. She pouts, jokingly, and you immediately meet her lips with yours again. Both of your mouths open and your tongues meet, bodies pressed tight to each other. You feel her breasts pressed against your chest, how her thighs pull you tight to her between her legs. She softly moans against your mouth, squeezing your waist tight one more time, before she relaxes. She pulls her tongue back, tantalising slowly over yours, and then kisses up your nose to your forehead before she gently pushes you back. You resist her a little but then step back. You offered your arms and she grips your forearms to lower herself from the railing, rocking her hips forward with a slow and sensual motion.

She walks her way over to the sculpture while her eyes remain on you. "So, it's an invitation basically, come by anytime ok?" She gently strokes her sculpture one last time, clearly pleased it had the intended effect and then waves with a wink as she begins to make her way back home. You wave, and then take the sculpture inside, looking for the perfect place to display it.