kate or die! // A (very) little dirty story

I am pushing her into the wall as hard as I can. My lips are pushing hers open, past surprise and reluctance. Tasting each gasp, swallowing it, breathing life into the kiss. My nails are digging into her arms, and we are becoming indistinct. I am unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, carefully, with one hand. I am imploring her, trust me. She nods, but her eyes are bright. I scratch a line from elbow to wrist. Her hips push up against me as she stutters a protest, her brow furrows just so. Her blouse is undone. Her skin is impossibly smooth.

I run my tongue from the base of her ear to the crook of her neck. I taste the shallow groove of her collarbone. I breathe, hot and insistent. She wraps her arms around me, tries to force me backward. I shove, hard. Her back arches, her shoulders scrape against the rough brick. I am sorry, in a way, but she is not. Her eyes come alive. She pulls me to her lips and we kiss, shivering with nerves, and I try to stay level.

My hand is on her waist. I run it down the front of her thigh to the hem of her skirt. That skirt. That unbearably light just-above-the-fingertips fire-engine red little starter’s pistol that she says she hates but really loves, with me, for what it does to my self-control. I start to slide it up, her breath catches. God, when her breath catches. The head is palpable. I’m losing my footing. She is so warm, I can feel it on my fingertips already. Her inner thigh is pulsing.

I lean my head against the wall in the space between her neck and shoulders, holding her. I push my hand against the front of her (let me guess) lime green high-cut boy shorts. She knew we’d be here tonight.

“You dressed up for me.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbles, but I can feel her smiling.

“Good girl.”

She quivers, my lips next to her left ear brushing her as I speak. I dig my teeth into her neck as I press two fingers against the soft cotton. Everything is bright. I’m dizzy, holding on to her. My knee is pushing her thighs apart, and she puts her arms behind her back and presses against them, restraining herself. My hands are free, and I cup my left one around her check. I put my thumb in between her lips and she caresses it with her tongue. I hook it around the corner of her mouth and pull it roughly to the side. I hold my teeth just above the vein in her neck as she wills me to bite.

I pause.

She squirms.

I slip my fingers around the elastic of her boy shorts and push.