41 #2
“Your eyes remind me of the forest,” I said, speaking the words in between kisses.
“When the sun first touches the trees, and the shadows are still deep, and the morning feels quiet and wild. Your voice is a song I never want to end. Your mouth...” I giggled as she kissed me hard and shoved my pants down, her hand coming to rest on my thigh.
“Your mouth is wicked in the best ways I can imagine. Your hair—”
“God, stop making me blush!” She laughed, tossing my pants away and trailing her fingers over my legs. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Salem. No one has ever... seen me... like you do.”
I never knew kisses could enrapture me like hers.
The way her mouth hovered so teasingly close over mine made the barest brush of her lips an electrifying sensation.
She touched my breasts, gently squeezing, caressing, fingers flicking over my nipples until they were erect.
I found the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, breaking our kiss for only seconds before her mouth returned, hungrier than ever.
As her tongue pressed into my mouth, her fingers stroked between my legs.
“Mm, already wet for me?” she said. She teased around my opening, spreading my arousal and making her fingers slick. “Do you want me inside you, baby?”
“Yes, please...” I moaned as she entered me.
She mirrored the motions of her fingers with her kiss, working me in unison. When her tongue slid alongside my own, her fingers slid deeper too. When she stroked deep and hard inside me, she kissed me like she was starving.
While I was still dizzied and breathless, she suddenly switched our position. She lay on the pillows and pulled me on top and, with a wicked grin, said, “Undress me, pretty girl.”
I did, eagerly, pulling down her pants and tossing them aside. “Holy shit,” I said softly. “Are you wearing a thong?”
“Just for you,” she said, and rolled over so her bare ass was on display.
Something short-circuited in my brain; I was instantly a drooling bimbo who wanted nothing more than that perfect butt smothering my face.
I grasped her cheeks, one in each hand, marveling at the thick muscles of her thighs.
I bent down, peppering soft kisses, biting here and there.
Dragging my nails over each bouncy cheek, I giggled and scratched a design.
She glanced at me over her shoulder, smirking. “What are you doing?”
Seizing my phone, I took a picture and showed it to her: S+R scratched inside a messy heart. With a twinkle in her eyes, she said, “Damn, you really are trying to make me fall in love, aren’t you?”
My heart leapt. I set aside my phone and ran my finger underneath the thong buried within her cheeks, pulling it up and out of my way.
“Hmm, maybe I am,” I said. “I think you’re trying to do the same thing.”
I spread her ass, and swirled my tongue around her puckered entrance. She moaned softly, spurring me on. I trailed my tongue up and down, burying my face in her soft flesh. She reached back, her hand coming to rest on the back of my head as she bucked up her hips.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” she said. The sounds of her pleasure shot straight to my core, arousal making my thighs sticky. I thrust my tongue against her tight hole, listening to her sounds and letting her hand guide me.
She arched her back, lifting herself a little higher and giving me access to lap my tongue over her clit.
“God, baby girl, you’re gonna make me come,” she said, and I groaned my encouragement against her. Her core pulsed, muscles throbbing as I thrust my tongue inside. With her sweet arousal on my lips, I let her grind back against me, using me for her pleasure until she cried out and shuddered.
“How can you have a face so innocent and a mouth so dirty?” she said, rolling onto her back to look at me. I licked my lips clean and grinned in triumph.
She still had another surprise for me.
She reached up, under a mound of pillows near her head, and held up my vibrator.
“Remember this?” she teased. “Remember being a very naughty girl and breaking my faucet while you got off in my bathtub?”
“Oh, God, don’t remind me,” I groaned, but she curled her finger at me to come closer, and of course I obeyed.
She butterflied her legs and positioned me to straddle her thigh.
She clicked a button and the vibrator came to life, buzzing like a hornet.
She dragged it slowly along her inner thigh, shuddering with the vibrations.
Then she did the same to me, teasing it across my abdomen.
As I rubbed against her thigh, her skin was velvety soft and warm. She brought the vibrator to my breasts and swirled it around my nipples, the stimulation going straight to my core and pulsing inside me.
“Just look at my dirty girl, so desperate for more, aren’t you?
” she said. She reached up, cupped her hand around the nape of my neck, and dragged me down to kiss her.
She moved the vibrator between us, her thighs tensing the moment it touched her clit.
“Grind on me, baby. Just like that, I wanna see you come.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
Grinding against the vibrator pressed it harder against her, and as I moved, her breath caught.
She praised me, her words the sweetest aphrodisiac I could imagine.
I kissed her deeply, hips gyrating, thrusting down onto the vibrator with desperate abandon.
She murmured increasingly breathless curses, gripped my short hair and held it tight.
“Look at me,” she said, and I fell into her eyes as my pleasure peaked. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“To you, Madam,” I gasped. When her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy, it pushed me over the edge. The orgasm crashed over me in waves, my body flooded with euphoria.
For a few moments, my entire world was only her. Our bodies in perfect unity, locked together in primal abandon.
“This is all I want,” I whispered, caressing her flushed face. “Just you and me. Together and safe.”
She laid her hand over mine, leaning into my palm as she closed her eyes. “Me too, pretty girl. Me too.”