Page 27 of A Country Kind Of Love
When she removes the towel, Cleo is directly in front of her. She closes the gap between them. Her exposed torso is surprisingly a blank canvas, bar one small tattoo below her breast on her right side. Peyton focuses in on that. She’s too nervous to make eye contact. The tattoo is a date. She wants to ask what or who it’s for, but she can feel Cleo’s intense stare. Peyton follows Cleo’s hand from its resting position by her side up to her chin. She nudges Peyton’s face up slightly so their eyes meet. She has the most beautiful eyes. Peyton can’t look away, nor does she want to. She’s hypnotised by the intensity. The deep circles of striking green are softand bright.
“You have really pretty eyes,” Peytonsays shyly.
“Thank you.” Cleo uses the edge of her towel to gently dab at the side of Peyton’s neck. Her blonde curls are loose now. They coil tighter because of the rain and fall around her face. The water is gathering on the ends, and Cleo catches each dripas it lands.
“I’d really like to kiss you,” Cleo whispers.
Peyton gulps. She wants to kiss her too.
Cleo lets the towel fall to the floor; she cups the right side of Peyton’s face. Her hands are soft,really soft.
Is it normal to feel your chest tighten?Peytonisn’t sure.
She forgets to breathe. Cleo edges closer. The corner of her lip rises ever so slightly before their lips meet. She’s sure of herself. Peyton likes that; she finds it attractive, but also intimidating.
The kiss feels like a teaser at first. Peyton explores Cleo’s lips, her taste, the feel of her body as she pulls her closer. Then she lets her in. Cleo’s tongue explores her mouth gently; she pulls in and out with fluid motion. The signal from her mouth to her lower region connects. Immediately Peyton’s nerves disappear.
Cleo steps forwards; their bodies backpedal towards the kitchen counter. Without a second thought, Peyton is thrust on a stool. Cleo slides between her legs. Peyton pushes her hips forwards as she wraps her legs around Cleo’s waist and traps her in. The desire builds; she can feel the pulse from down below, and her chest bursts with anticipation.
Cleo removes Peyton’s top and her bra with one swift movement.
Impressive.
She’s so exposed. Normally that causes her to panic, but with Cleo it feels different. She doesn’t have time to feel self-conscious or to over-analyse what is about to happen. Cleo is already whispering sweet nothings in her ear. “God, you’re sexy.” She showers her neck with kisses, and Peyton reels in the glory of it all.
How is this happening and with this girl?
“Lie back,” Cleo whispers.
Peyton does as she’s told. She moves her hands back, “ow, fuck,” she yells. She forgot aboutthe cactus.
She can’t just play it cool for five minutes.
Cleo chuckles. “Shall we go to your bedroom?”
“Yes,” Peyton responds. There are fewer hazardous things in there, and Bugsy the tarantula is not what she wants to be looking at whilst she’s getting eaten out.
Peyton takes the lead; she walks Cleo from the kitchen to her bedroom. Thankfully, she cleaned it that morning. Her boobs bounce along with her. They’re perky. She’s lucky to be blessed with small, well-rounded boobs. Her nipples are fairly even, and there’s a small birth mark that she likes to refer to as her third nipple, but that’s fairly hidden. She wonders if Cleo will think the same. Is she a boob or a bum girl? It isn’t the righttime to ask.
In her bedroom, Cleo closes the door behind her, and Peyton seizes the opportunity to take control.
You can do this.You’re confident.
She pushes Cleo back against the door. She edges her sports bra over her head.
Wow. Of course her tits are that perfect.
There’s a piercing on her left nipple. She remembers a girl from college telling her just how arousing it was to have her pierced nipple licked and massaged. Apparently, it even made her orgasm. Yes, orgasm. Peyton didn’t believe it either, but apparently nipple orgasms do exist. She doesn’t get the same reaction with hers; they’re quite numb to the touch, but she hopes Cleo will.
She teases her nipples. Cleo’s hand pushes Peyton’s mouth against her nipple; the moan as she exhales is dramatic, and Peyton loves it.
Peyton lowers herself. Her tongue runs down the length of Cleo’s body. She removes Cleo’s soaking wet shorts followed by her underwear as she continues to kiss from her pelvis down to the inside ofher thighs.
Cleo pulls Peyton up by her elbows. “My turn.” She grins.
Peyton is on her back on the bed in seconds. Cleo is above her, naked Cleo with her tattoos and her wet hair, looking all dishevelled andhot. She doesn’t waste any time; her hands start to explore Peyton’s body.
One touch causes her to arch eagerly against Cleo’s thigh. She runs her fingers through the back of her hair. They glide through the short style with ease; she tugs lightly on the ends. Her body coils tighter as a hand reaches under her pants.
