Free Can't Get Enough by Harper Bliss

I swear.”
    “Not too straight, I hope.”  
    The skin around Giselle’s eyes crinkles as she smiles and the blue shines through the narrow slits of her eyelids. My heart is about to burst out of my chest with pure joy. I grab her head and kiss her, this time with parted lips. Our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths and as the autumn sun starts setting outside Giselle’s window I can’t help but think this is the best Friday night feeling I’ve ever had.
    “What’s with the scarves?” I ask as I slip today’s purple-and-blue specimen from around Giselle’s neck. “Hippie fashion statement? I didn’t know you were that old.”
    Giselle takes it from me and lets it slide through the gaps of her spread-out fingers. “I like to have one at the ready at all times.” She gives it a demonstrative tug. “To restrain mouthy students.”
    “Do you have a lot of those?” I yank the scarf from her fingers and toss it away. I’ll need my hands fully functioning tonight.
    “Only one who really deserves it.”
    The next kiss is longer and deeper. Giselle’s tongue trails along the edge of my teeth and even though it’s not quite dark yet, a million stars twinkle on the back of my closed eyelids. Desire soars through me and I roam my hands through her hair. Her long fingers trace the outline of my my jaw. Despite the lust coursing through me like unmistakable naked need, I know this night has to be unhurried. I want to savour every split second of Giselle touching me. I want to etch it in my brain like sensual slow memories I couldn’t forget if I wanted to.
    “Take me to your bedroom,” I whisper in her ear. The patch of skin beneath her earlobe smells musky and heady. 
    She weaves her fingers into mine and drags me off the couch. My legs are wobbly as I follow her into a room filled with the light of dusk. The bed is unmade and the violet sheets lay bunched together on one side. She sits down and pulls me on top of her. I bury my nose into her wavy golden hair and inhale the scent of camomile. She traces her tongue along my neck and stops at my ear. 
    “I want you so much,” she exhales and my insides turn to liquid.  
    I push her down onto the bed and stare into her clear eyes before sinking my teeth gently into her bottom lip. I nibble and suck, and my tongue explores every inch of her mouth. Everything about her tastes sweet and all I want is more, much more. Her legs move underneath me and two soft thuds announce the removal of her shoes. She manoeuvres herself higher onto the bed and slides from under me. I quickly turn my body and take off my own shoes, then hurry to Giselle’s side again. A soft smile graces her face. It’s mysterious, full of promise and radiates the kind of easy confidence that drives me insane.
    “Come here.” She cradles her fingers around the nape of my neck and pulls me close for another kiss that infuses my entire body with a tingling sensation. Without breaking lip contact, she eases herself on top of me. I welcome the full weight and length of her body. I need to be covered in Giselle, every inch of her. Her knee parts my legs and I feel eighteen years old again, touched for the very first time.
    Fully clothed we rub against each other, our limbs tangling up and our lips locking for moist hot kiss after kiss. Finally, her hands trail down and she opens the top button of my blouse. One finger dips into my cleavage and tickles the skin around my collar bone. Giselle pushes herself up some more and undoes the rest of my buttons. I stare at her fingers as they curl around the studs, gracefully coaxing them out of the buttonholes, as if one-handedly undressing women is all she does in life. The sides of my blouse slip off me and all that’s left separating Giselle’s luscious lips from kissing my nipples is the unremarkable black bra I chose to wear that morning. She snakes her hand up my belly, her fingers crawling their way up until they rest just under my