my frosty toes

Lillith was hesitant and nervous as she explored these deeper feelings with the boy that she loved. She loved him. There was no doubt in her mind the emotion that swirled within her, it delighted her and frightened her all at the same time. She could feel Roman’s enthusiasm as much as his resistance as he carefully tread at her pace. Neither wanted a repeat of her reaction in her bedroom. This was supposed to be easy and it was as the girl slowly adjusted herself to the exciting feelings that were blossoming between them. The fire that was ignited and kindled between their bodies, it needed to be respected like any true flame.

The feeling of his paws all over her, she felt the anxiety such new experiences created within her but all that Roman was showing was his love and adoration. This was no silly trick of her mind, only love. There was no other time where she had felt so comfortable and close to someone. There was still nervous energies within her, fear and hesitance, but it was easy to work through internally and externally with Roman here guiding her, caring for her, and loving her. So Lillith kissed him, and she kissed him deeply. That action revealing the deep love that she developed for him. A new burning passion for him was developing as well, like nothing she had ever felt before.

She held onto him tightly, acutely aware of the sensations across him from everywhere they touched but especially low in her belly deep within her. It was far too much and she knew it, but she wanted this kiss more than anything before, more than her health like she had asked in her pity party earlier, more than she had ever wanted to see her mother or sister again. Roman returned her affections, careful to match her pace and not tumble ahead of her. He was perfect, respectful, and the taste of his tongue was addictive.

She pressed onward and would be punished for it as the coupled sounds of their enjoyment were muffled by the heavy snow; it was not enough to douse the frightening feelings within. Before she burst out and overreacted Lillith reluctantly pulled away from his lips with a soft gasp for air. She almost felt like she was drowning, but she ignored the panic in her chest and counted from ten. Eyes still closed as she willed herself to calm down, she couldn’t hide the way she struggled for breath anymore. To her own disappointment she knew she needed to stop. For now.

Lil finally opened her eyes, the look of fright she wore that night in her bedroom was nowhere to be seen. She wore a soft grin, an expression of desire that was new to her features. "I.. I really enjoy kissing you, Roman.” She admitted in a whisper, but there was no doubt he already knew that with the soft murmurs of pleasure against his lips. "I think we ought to keep walking again though.” Lillith followed up, the hesitance obvious in her sweet voice. Her body was quite clear in revealing when she had gone too far, and that was becoming obvious with the heat on her cheeks and her hitched breath. Yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to slide off his warm belly.

"Speech"