Lip Service

Their lips locked in a passionate frenzy of wild kissing. Kitty smiled at Matt, watching him toss his jacket into the corner of their bedroom, before slamming his body back against hers. She growled, living up to her name, and ran her fingers through his chestnut brown hair.

"Oh, Kitty, I want you," Matt whispered against her lips.

Kitty moaned gently against his parted lips and trailed her tongue along them, excited by the feeling of his warmth breath mixing with hers. Their fingers were interlocked, arms hanging loosely at their sides, as their bodies moulded together like some sort of hormone-fueled jigsaw.

"Come get me," Kitty said playfully, pouncing backwards onto the bed, and beckoning with her finger.

Matt moved instantly, diving onto the bed after her and pinning her body between his legs. He caught her wrists and lifted them above her head. She didn't struggle; her only movement was the wriggling of her body beneath him. His lips met hers and they kissed again, warm and wet, and the tingling touches of tongue against tongue. Matt held her wrists firmly in place and kissed her deeply, whilst using his other hand to slowly unbutton her shirt.

"Matt," Kitty moaned, "please touch me."

He obliged without arguing, releasing her wrists so that he could move his lips to her neck. Her body jolted as he sucked gently on her skin, biting her collarbones between long kisses. An almost inaudible groan escaped Kitty's lips, spurring him on. His hand freed her breasts from her lacy black bra and gently traced the line where it had been. Her skin was warm and soft against his fingertips, and he found himself moving his lips to her left breast.

"Please," Kitty begged.

"Please what?" Matt replied teasingly.

"Please, suck on my breasts. Bite me hard. Anything, Matt." Kitty whined.

He smiled up at her for a moment before running his tongue around her hardening nipple. Her arousal was obvious as she inhaled sharply, whimpering noises rather than words as he continued to tease her. Kitty's chest arched up towards him and his hand found her right breast. He tugged her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he sank his teeth into the left one.

"Oh my, oh, fuck, Matt," Kitty gasped.

Her hands trailed down his bare chest and to the bulge in his jeans. She massaged it through the denim and felt his moan against her breast. She squeezed harder and he responded by taking the hard bead between his lips and sucking, causing her to jerk uncontrollably.

"You like it like this, don't you, Kitty?" Matt asked, "When we're equals: not submissive and dominant."

"Sometimes it's so much better this way," Kitty said between heated gasps, "but only sometimes."

Matt laughed at her truthfulness before moving on to her right breast, changing hands so that he could massage the left one. Kitty's hands slipped into Matt's trousers, but she was careful to be on the outside of his boxers. Two could play at that game, and she would tease if she was to be teased.

"Kitty," Matt groaned against her chest, "Oh, baby."

Kitty smirked, gripping his hard length and rubbing it gently through the fabric of his boxers, which had been slightly dampened by the pre-cum he had produced. His clear need for her was such a turn on and she pushed his head southwards with her other hand.

"Oh, I see," Matt chuckled against her stomach.

His tongue traced her belly button as he undid her skinny jeans. She was trembling beneath his touch, aching for him to pleasure her. Kitty reached for him desperately, trying to pleasure him, but he had moved out of her reach. Matt had decided that tonight was her night, and he could deal with his own frustration later.

Soft and wet kisses trailed along her waistline, his lips lightly grazing the top of her panties. He noticed that they matched the bra that he'd removed earlier and appreciated her choice; they suited the lightly tanned colour of her skin. As much as they suited her, he knew that her bare flesh suited her even more, and hastily removed her jeans. His lips trailed the length of her thigh as he tossed her trousers off the edge of the bed.

"Matthew, babe," Kitty whispered, trying to raise her hips, "please touch me."

He grinned, "Not yet."

Her panties were soaked, clearly revealing the shape of her lips. There were goosebumps on her thighs from the excitement he was causing her. He ran one finger gently along the crease where her panties had folded between her lips, watching her eyes close and her chest rise from the bed. She was tortured, trying not to moan, but so willing to beg for the pleasure she needed.

"I think these should be going now," Matt said thoughfully, as if it was a game.

Kitty didn't reply. She merely raised her hips, flushing slightly red at the small damp patch that had appeared beneath her. Matt stroked between her lips again and then removed her panties, trailing them slowly down her legs to build up as much anticipation as he could. He could feel the vibrations running through her body; she was so turned on that he knew she couldn't take much more teasing.

He parted her legs and pressed his face down between them, licking eagerly at her flowing juices. She cried out at the sudden intensity, struggling against his desperate tongue. He licked harder, rolling the tip over her clit between long strokes. She moaned hard and he pressed himself tighter against her, inhaling her scent and drinking in as much of her wetness as he could.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Kitty panted, "more, Matt, please."

Matt's tongue entered her slowly, rubbing up against everything he could to cause her pleasure. She moaned with every thrust as he entered her over and over with his tongue, tasting her. She rolled her hips, soaking as much of his face as she could. She was drenched in liquid, running her hands over her breasts as she tried to cope with the intense pleasure ripping through her body.

He found her clit and sucked on it hard, making her scream his name. He continued his onslaught, catching it between his teeth and biting gently. She gasped and moaned, panting hard and fighting to get free of his grip. She was close and he knew it, so he went back to licking between her throbbing lips. Kitty was moaning louder now, gripping the bedsheets with as much force as she could.

"Matt, I'm gonna, oh, I'm gonna..." Kitty warned him, sounding breathless.

Matt said nothing. He was preoccupied by making her climax, flooding his mouth with her luxurious flavour. He licked as much of it from her as he could, sucking gently against her skin. She collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily and unclenching her hands from the sheets. Her face was flushed and her lips were dry and parted, completely spent.

"Thank you," she whispered, "that was incredible, Matthew."

"Oh, Kitty, you're the one who should be thanked." Matt said, licking his lips: "It's your turn tomorrow, though."

Kitty grinned playfully, "Sure thing, Matt."