Ghost In Red

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Her lips trailed kisses down my neck, making me grip tight on the sheets while I bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying her name in pleasure. As she casually licked and gently sucked my skin, I couldn't help but grab her hair with my left hand, and my right one was inside her shirt and scratching her bareback.    

She stopped kissing my neck and chuckled when I involuntarily pulled her hair back a bit hard, and I apologized quickly.    

"Sorry, Love."    

"Don't worry. I like it." Syd replied and looked me in the eyes. I saw her smirk and eyed my lips.    

"Please stop biting your lip too hard. It'll bleed." She asked me and leaned down to peck on my lips, and I responded immediately.    

How can I not bite it if she was so damn good at this kind of matter? And I don't want to be loud because neighbors might hear, or maybe any of her housemates or friends have arrived and wonder what we're doing here.    

Well, if she were in my situation, I am so freaking sure she'll die out of laughter and would be so noisy. I don't know about her, but she's so adorable and hot combined whenever I lead us to an intimate make-out session like this. Sydney loves always to dominate but usually doesn't go beyond kissing, and I find it quite irksome and sweet at the same time.    

I snaked my arms around her neck to pull her closer to me. And instead of putting her weight on top of me, she guided me until I sat on her lap without breaking our passionate kiss.    

My girlfriend's hands found their way inside my shirt and began caressing my skin and lightly scratching it. Then her quick hands unhooked my bra and trailed gentle touches on my back and stomach.    

My tongue halted in playing with hers as I gasped when she cupped my breasts with her hands, and I felt my nipples harden with her soft touch.    

I didn't wait any longer and took her shirt off of her, and I had a sight of her perfectly round mountains. But I still need to get rid of her annoying black sports bra, so I can finally get a full clear view of her chest. They're my absolute favorite sight to see when we shower together and my favorite thing to touch when we cuddle at night.    

"These boobies are mine and mine alone! You're all mine." I possessively growled in her right ear as I tried so hard to take off her bra, and I heard her sweetly laugh.    

Then she helped me get rid of her top, and I happily threw her sports bra on the floor. I will really find time to hide those kinds of bras of hers. They are so f*ckin hard to deal with in times like this.    

I intently looked her in the face and saw she smiled at me.    

"I'm all yours, Mi Amor... All yours. You know that, right? I love you... So much." She conceded and gently pinched both my cheeks. These are always the purest words I hear from her that never fail to make my heart flutter.    

"I'm all yours, too, dear Syd, My Love. I more than love you... Always." I replied with all my heart, and she kissed my forehead, on my nose, and then on my lips.    

How lucky am I to have her in my life! I have no idea how our moments together are real. It's always too good to be true, but I deeply know it's happening in reality.    

I rested my hands on her shoulders while our lips danced in sync, and I slowly pushed her down, making her lie on her back.    

Sydney's hands are now on my thighs and caressing them while I straddled her torso. Her hands traveled up to my waist, and she attempted to pull my shirt off of me, but she paused as my lips were now on her neck. I'm currently doing my best not to activate her ticklishness and aim to successfully get a touch on the precious things on her chest to please her.    

I was about to take off my shirt to make it easier for her, but I think both our souls jumped out of our bodies when the door burst open, and a loud voice was heard.    

"Hola! Sydian! My b*tches!"    

"Vidia! What the heck? Get the hell out!" Syd hissed, and I quickly covered my surprised girlfriend's bare breasts with my hands. Then I glared at the newcomer, who seemed flabbergasted by the sight she witnessed before her.    

This is so effed up. If it's not Emma or Wendy that catches us in this kind of situation, it's Vidia. I should've checked if the door was locked.    

I felt my face warm up as I am not expecting her to barge in while I am about to bang her best friend.    

"Where are you, girls? Hello? Oh, no! Where are they?" Vidia called out as she averted her gaze away from the bed and tried to look around the room, looking for something, and acted like she never saw us.    

"Syd? Ollie? Where did they go?" She kept calling us, and she looked at us one more time and winked.    

"Yow, gays! They aren't here! The lovebirds must have gone somewhere!" Vidia yelled and showed us two thumbs up and mouthed us, "Enjoy!"    

The intruder turned around, headed to the door, and finally closed it.    

"Phew!" I let out a breath of relief and looked at my girlfriend while she face-palmed.    

I could see how her face blushed, and I gradually lifted my hands off her boobs. Then I got off her core and sat on the bed, and fixed my hair after I hooked my bra.    

I heard her giggling, making me chuckle, and then she laid on her stomach.    

"F*ck!" I mumbled and tried to hold my laughter when Syd sternly replied, "Yeah! F*ck gone wrong too many times now."    

It's true, though.    

Sydney sat up and reached for her gray T-shirt on the bed, and she put it on.    

I pursed my lips to restrain myself from grinning, and she glared sharply at me. And I held her chin and leaned closer to kiss her on the lips.    

"I'm going to kill some people downstairs. Wanna join me?" She playfully asked me between our kisses, and I nodded my head in response.    

She got out of bed first and helped me, and then I picked up my girl's sports bra from the floor and threw it on her bed.    

Syd looked down on her chest and was bothered to see her nipples were visibly tracing on her thin shirt.    

"Wait for a sec, Mi Amor." She told me and went to her closet to look for something, probably a bra or a jacket.    

I stood by the door and waited for her, but I heard some commotions downstairs.    

"What do you mean they're not there, Vid?"    

It was Emma's voice.    

"They're not there. I looked everywhere and called them out. They're not in their hive in the attic or even in the bathroom. Where else could they be then, huh? Closet? Nah! They must have gone out for their anniversary date already." I heard Vidia explain, making my lips form into a wide smile.    

I listened to anybody who would speak up, and I heard Kevin's reply.    

"Oh, is that so? Then let's just give them these MIT admission letters tomorrow so they can open them together with Grace's and yours, Emma... Without being seen by any Roswells in the mailbox today. I'm sure those lesbians will be home by morning from whichever hotel they'll check-in and make lovey-dovey. I'm sorry, but your anxiousness and excitement will be lengthened till tomorrow, girl. That would be so spectacular."    

"Yeah! I think that's the best thing to do. And for the moment, why don't we head to Grace's? She said they're having a barbecue party because she got accepted to NYU. Both her col-ad letters came an hour apart in their mail, and she invited me. And she expects you'd come even without being invited. And I know she'll understand if Sydian can't come with us. We'll just have another celebration tomorrow with those two if the four of us get accepted to MIT. I'm so damn sure we can. So, yeah, let's go?" Emma said, and the two others cheered.    

"Yes, let's go! What are we waiting for?"    

I turned to my girlfriend and saw she was already dressed up, and I knowingly smiled at her.    

She raised her left eyebrow like seem to ask me what was going on, and I cleared my throat.    

"Get back on the bed, Sydney," I commanded her, making her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she walked towards me at the door.    

I turned around and made sure to double-lock the door, and I faced her with a smirk.    

"Why? What's going on, Oj?" She curiously asked me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and walked us back to her bed.    

"Nothing. Your bestie took care of everything downstairs. We have the whole house to ourselves again." I whispered in her left ear, and she chuckled.    

"Really? Meaning...?" She asked and stopped when we reached her bed.    

"No more distractions," I answered and leaned in for a kiss so we could continue what we started.    

She didn't complain and just responded, and I knew she wanted what I wanted.    

I began to take her shirt off of her again, but I halted when I saw what she was wearing under it.    

"Syd, Love, can we take a moment to discuss matters about this sort of underwear you really like to wear? I swear, I love looking at you in them, but... Can you not wear a sports bra when we're at home and together? Please?" I finally got the courage to ask her, and I looked at her with my pleading puppy dog face.    

Her lips formed a broad smile, and I avoided her gaze when she wiggled her eyebrows, teasing me.    

"Oh, for easy access? Yeah, sure! Thanks for pointing it out, Mi Amor. Your wish is my command." She replied and agreed, and I couldn't be happier with it.    

"Aw, thank you so much, Sydee!" I rejoiced and put her in my embrace.    

Then I was startled when she sat on the edge of the bed and guided me to sit on her lap while her hands were on my hips.    

"Now, can you help me take them off again?" I asked my girl, and she politely heeded and took it off herself.    

"Good girl," I remarked under my breath, and she smirked as my hands were on the move to appreciate the incredible texture of her boobs.    

And it didn't take a while until she pulled my shirt off of me, and then she got rid of my red bra next.    

"Ah, Sydney! Please!" I let out a gentle moan when her left fingers gripped my hair and pulled my head back, giving her full access to exploring my neck with her lips and tongue.    

Her kisses trailed down my bare chest, and I scratched her back pretty hard when I felt her mouth delicately suck my skin.    

She slowly led me to lay down on the bed, and she looked at me with devotion sparkling in her warm blue eyes.    

"You're so beautiful, Mi Amor," Syd whispered, and I tried to hide my smile but couldn't.    

"And so do you, My Love," I replied with all truth, and she dived in for a kiss I would never decline. We will let this moment guide us to paradise.    

All these remarkable sensations I feel whenever I am with Sydney are always unexplainable, but I love it down to every single part of me. She's someone I will forever be grateful for, and I know she'll love me with all she is for life and our next lives, like how I will love and cherish her.    

Love? No, it's a lie. It's not love that I feel for her. It's something that is more than love. Why? I can only explain what I can.    

My day will never be completed without seeing her and hearing her voice. I would never be complete without her in my life. She's been the one running on my mind whenever I go to sleep, and even in my dreams, she's with me. And she's the first thing I'll look for when I wake up. She never fails to make me smile by just thinking of her, and I always remember the sweet, sincere words she told me.    

The smile on her face makes all my worries go, and with her wisdom and will, I know nothing is impossible. She's always been there for me, and she's all I need. I can never ask for more.    

Everything I do is for her and us, as she is my other half. I can't see my future without her but all miserable and sad. She's the one that makes me happy in even the smallest thing we do and every little thing we have had. She has sacrificed so much for us, especially me. And I'm ready to do everything for her, too, just to make her feel glad.    

The way she treats me is way more than a servant to her queen, and the way she loves me is unthinkable and incomparable. And she is by far the safest place I have ever been. I'm very certain of that.    

I can't really define how much Sydney loves me, but all I know is she will never give up on me, and she'll never let me go.    

Ella es la que necesito en mi vida, ella es mi todo, y ella es la única que amaré con todo lo que tengo.    

I more than love her, and I will keep on loving her more than anything for always and eternity.    

And finally, I know all love stories don't finish off according to what you please, but I am sure Sydney and I will have a satisfying ending.    

We are the writers of our destiny, and we will live the way that makes us happy.    

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