Anarchy of the Heart by Max Sebastian

on," Leo said, dropping his
shirt over the back of the chair before scooching back down to lie
with the pretty French girl. "It makes me wonder if all this time,
maybe she hasn't been having much of a good time with me,
though."
    "I doubt that's true," Sofia said.
    "I suppose she may have been blushing, I
wasn't paying enough attention, though."
    "So now you change," she said, and now she
was sitting up, saying: "You think Caitlyn would be upset if I
removed my dress?"
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    "I don't think so. She's probably wearing
even less herself by now," Leo said, stretching for his wine as
Sofia sat up, reaching behind herself to unfasten the zip on the
side of her dress.
    She said, "I didn't bring another - I'd hate
it to get creases."
    Leo gasped as she pulled her dress up over
her head, revealing a blue and white checked bra lined with dainty
white lace, matching her panties. The white of her underwear
contrasted with her gentle tan to keep up her very chic
appearance. 
    Sofia smiled down at Leo's temporary loss of
breath, and now lifted a knee before straddling his chest.
    "Surely we're okay just touching," she said,
picking up Leo's own hand to place it on her breathtakingly
beautiful body.
    "If it's only touching..." he said, following
her hand up to lightly skirt over her small but shapely breasts,
above and below the soft cotton of her bra, as Sofia now reached
for his other hand, urging him to hold both her breasts, touch her,
explore her fully.
    She smiled, loving his touch, and now leaned
forward and over him, so that her wonderfully soft, warm breasts
touched down on his face.
    Leo breathed in deeply as his mouth and nose
pressed delicately against her chest, drawing in her characteristic
exotic scent, kissing her gently between her breasts to sample the
subtle sweet-savory flavor of her exposed flesh.
    Sofia let out a low, quiet sigh and dipped
forwards to rub her breasts up over his head, so his face was
running down the satin skin of her flat stomach, his kiss turning
into a long lick of the tongue.
    He kissed her sensually below her breasts,
and she began to gently writhe, grazing the cotton of her panties
against his stomach, letting out soft moans as she went.
    She was so sexy, so elegant and graceful, yet
with a raw passion below the surface that hinted at glorious
pleasures yet to be had.
    "You make it hard for me to control myself,"
she breathed, as she returned to a seated position on top of him,
flicking her hair over her shoulder, gesturing for his hands to
support her breasts once more.
    "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice
filled with awe. 
    He needed no further encouragement to touch
her chest once again, his fingers splaying out over her exquisite
curves, but she now gave him a mischievous smile, and now guided
his hands down again, behind her, over her lower back and down to
her behind as she again laid her breasts down over his face,
encouraging him to kiss her there, while her golden hair trailed
over his head.
    He turned amateur masseur as he coaxed her
firm behind, and she settled down again to kiss his mouth, so that
they were writhing together, four hands trailing over two bodies,
kisses along cheeks and down necks, her golden locks flicked this
way and that out of the way of her face, both breathing deep and
long to delight in each other's scent while indulging in the flavor
of their kisses, and the irresistible sensation of skin gliding
against skin.
    After indulging their shared craving to
simply touch and be touched for a long, long while, Sofia rolled
her hips to the side, and now pulled herself back away from him,
her hands falling to his belt buckle.
    "We should remove these," she said,
softly.
    Leo helped her unfasten his belt, and his
pants, lifting his hips to allow her to pull it down over his
thighs. 
    He said, "Do you think she might be annoyed
with me if we don't go all the way tonight?"
    Sofia didn't quite get his meaning. "How do
you mean? Angry