LOVE UNSCRIPTED

Diana straddled Krystal gently, knees on either side of her hips, her hands resting on the mattress as she hovered close. Their eyes met, and for a few moments, they just looked at each other—breathing, smiling, feeling the electricity between them.

Then Diana leaned down and kissed her. Slow. Deep. Like she was drinking in every part of her. Krystal sighed into her mouth, her hands sliding under the hem of Diana’s shirt, her fingers brushing the bare skin underneath.

“Can I take this off?” Krystal whispered, her voice husky and warm against Diana’s lips.

Diana nodded, breath catching. “Please.”

Krystal pushed the shirt up, lifting it over Diana’s head. She sat up a little, letting her lips brush over Diana’s collarbone, then lower, as her hands explored the curves she’d only imagined until now. Diana’s breath came out shaky, her fingers tangling in Krystal’s hair.

“My turn,” Diana said softly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She sat up, hands slipping beneath Krystal’s shirt. She moved slowly, like unwrapping something fragile. Her thumbs brushed along Krystal’s sides as she peeled the shirt up and off, her lips following the path her fingers took.

Once Krystal was bare beneath her, Diana stilled for a second—just to take her in.

“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.

Krystal’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she reached up, pulling Diana into another kiss, their bare chests pressing together, skin to skin. The warmth of their bodies sent a shiver down Diana’s spine.

As their kisses deepened, Diana’s hand slid down between Krystal’s thighs. She paused, her lips still resting against Krystal’s.

“Krystal,” she whispered, her voice a little unsteady.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to go any further unless you want this too.”

Krystal opened her eyes, full of heat and emotion. She reached up, brushing Diana’s cheek.

“I want this,” she said softly. “I want you, Diana. All of you.”

Diana’s heart thudded hard in her chest. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Krystal’s forehead, then her lips, then lower… trailing kisses down her neck and chest, her fingers slowly tugging away the last pieces of clothing between them.

Diana's lips trailed lower, brushing softly down Krystal's chest, leaving a warm path in their wake. Her breath ghosted over Krystal’s bare skin, making her shiver beneath her. She paused, right above her breast, lifting her gaze.

Krystal’s eyes were already half-lidded, her lips parted, breathing shallow. The look on her face—trusting, aching—made Diana’s heart skip.

She placed a soft kiss just above her nipple, her hand resting gently on Krystal’s waist. Then she let her tongue flick against the sensitive skin, slow and teasing. Krystal let out a sharp breath, her back arching slightly.

“D-Deee…” she moaned, voice trembling, breath catching on her name.

That one word—half a moan, half a plea—sent a thrill rushing through Diana’s entire body.

“You like that?” Diana whispered, her voice low and rough with desire.

Krystal couldn’t even speak. She only nodded, her fingers sliding into Diana’s hair, holding her close.

Taking the cue, Diana wrapped her lips fully around her nipple, sucking gently while her tongue swirled over the sensitive bud. Krystal gasped louder this time, her hips shifting beneath her, hands tightening in Diana’s hair.

“Deee… aaahhhh”

Diana smiled against her skin, her mouth moving to the other side, giving it the same slow, aching attention. She took her time, savoring the way Krystal trembled beneath her, how her body responded so honestly, so beautifully.

Every moan of “Deee…” was like music, like a song Diana never wanted to stop hearing.

She kissed her way back up, claiming her lips again, breath hot, body burning.

“I love the way you say my name,” Diana whispered into the kiss.

Krystal moaned softly, her legs parting as Diana settled between them. Her fingers gripped the sheets, then tangled in Diana’s hair as she whispered her name between heavy breaths.

“Deee… oh god… Dee…”

The sound of it lit something deep inside her. Diana moved with care and confidence, her touch sure but tender, reading every reaction like it was a secret only she was allowed to know.

Krystal’s moans grew louder, her voice trembling with every wave that crashed over her.

“Dee…d-don’t stop—please…”

Krystal’s breath hitched as she almost screamed out of pleasure. Her voice was shaky, full of desperation.

Diana’s eyes darkened, and with a slow, deliberate smile, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Krystal’s. “I won’t,” she murmured, her words almost a promise, and then their lips collided in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

The kiss was urgent, their tongues meeting in a wild dance as they explored each other. Diana’s hand tangled in Krystal’s hair, pulling her closer as Krystal’s fingers dug into Diana’s back, her body pressing against hers as if they were trying to become one.

Their mouths moved with growing intensity, a heat building between them. When they finally pulled apart, a string of saliva connected them briefly, the visual evidence of their passionate kiss, before it snapped, leaving them both breathless and craving more.

All night, their bodies stayed wrapped together, lost in each other, moving through heat, moans, soft whispers and quiet laughter. And when they finally collapsed in each other’s arms, breathless and tangled in sheets, there was nothing left unsaid—only the sound of Krystal’s steady breathing against Diana’s chest, and the feeling of home in each other’s arms.