“Bright morning light streams in through the kitchen windows. Your dark, wavy hair, pulled back out of your face, catches some of the shine. Somewhere outside a bird is singing. Aside from this, the only sound is the occasional click of your fingers on your laptop keyboard. You’re intent on the screen, breaking focus periodically to take a sip of tea. Your serious, business-like demeanor is a stark contrast from your contented smile of yesterday evening as we lay on top of a grassy hill, your head on my chest, and watched golden clouds drift overhead.
I walk into the kitchen wearing only my boxers and put my empty mug in the sink. You don’t look up from your work. I come beside you, put a hand on your shoulder, and kiss your cheek. You take your deep brown eyes off the screen just long enough to give me a quick peck, then return to reading. I wonder, for a brief second, if I saw the faint lines of a concealed smile.
You are so engrossed in the article that you hardly seem to notice me getting to my knees, but at my feather touch below your dress you part your legs slightly and shift forward in the chair. I run my hands up your thighs, peeling your dress up as I go. I’m delighted to see that you haven’t bothered to put on panties.
I brush my lips along the inside of your legs, sprinkling you with light kisses. My humid breath warms your vulva as I move closer. My stubble tickles your sensitive skin. When I tentatively circle my tongue around your outer lips, your breathing changes – heavier, more deliberate. I slide my tongue between your inner lips, taking one of them into my mouth and sucking lightly. Your familiar scent enters my nostrils. A trickle of lubrication wets my lips.
Encouraged, I lick from the opening of your vagina to just below your clitoris. Then I surround it with my mouth and glide my tongue across. Your body tenses. I keep going. I feel your hands on the back of my head, fingers combing through my hair. You press into me as I flutter back and forth over your clit. You start to murmur a quiet ‘Mmm…’.
All at once you stand up and slide the chair back. It bangs against the wall. You take my hands and pull me up, then lead into the bedroom. We stand facing each other, searching each other. I run my hands from just below the hem of your dress up the sides of your body, gathering the billowy fabric with them. You raise your arms and I pull the dress over your head. It floats to the floor like a leaf in the breeze.
Completely naked, you once again take my hands and lay back on the bed. You rest your feet on either side of the bulge in my boxer shorts. I bring one up to my face and kiss it, suck your slender toes, then dutifully return it to my hip. Grasping my wrist, you guide my hand to your vulva. ‘Put your fingers in,’ you say.
You’re soaking wet. The tips of my middle and ring fingers go in easily. There’s slight resistance at the knuckles. You let out a muted, ‘Mmhhh,’ when they enter.
‘Are you ok?’ I ask.
You nod, eyes closed, firmly gripping my wrist with both hands. I begin to move my fingers inside your vagina, exploring its smooth, slick embrace. There’s a muffled sloshing sound. You move one of your hands to your neatly-trimmed pubic hair and run your fingers through it, then you squeeze your clitoris between your outer lips. You massage it from side to side, savoring the smolder of pleasure while my fingers move in and out of you.
Your eyes lock with mine, staring into their ocean-blue. You quietly moan, ‘Mm, mhmm.’ The tempo of your rubbing increases and I change my motion as well, adding an up-and-down that presses on the walls of your vagina and stretches the opening. Your breathing grows rapid and shallow. Your hand is now directly on your clitoris, quickly flickering back and forth. The in-and-out, up-and-down of my fingers builds in intensity until you close your eyes and throw your head back. You manage ‘Yes, yhh-!’ Before your voice gets caught in your throat. Elation pulses through you. Bright white light overwhelms your vision and for a fleeting moment your mind leaves your body.
I feel you dissolve from rigid tension to liquid relaxation. Your fading contractions pulsate around my now-drenched fingers. You open your eyes and watch as I lift my hand and lick your juices off.
Without having to ask, I get to my knees and drape your legs over my shoulders. Tenderly, diligently, I begin to lick up your wetness. It has spread all around, saturating your pubic hair, dripping between your butt cheeks, leaving sticky strings between your vulva and your thighs. I methodically follow wherever it leads, licking up every drop. When my job is finished I shower the area between your legs with kisses, inhaling the salty aroma of your lingering wetness mingled with my saliva.
I try to stand, but your ankles are crossed behind my back and your legs anchor my shoulders down. ‘Keep going,’ you say. Your tone is gentle. It isn’t a demand, but you know I won’t refuse.
I flatten my tongue and draw it upward from your butt all the way to the top of your vulva. Then I dance it around, back and forth in spirals and zigzags, barely making contact with your skin. Your hands are on my head again, my hair between your fingers. With your heels on my back you press my face into you. I slide my tongue between your lips, drinking in your sweetness. I glide down along your clit, into your vagina, then back out and up again. Over and over I slip in and out.
‘Yes,’ you whisper, ‘Just like that.’ Your legs start to close on my head like a vice. They cover my ears and suddenly I feel completely engulfed in you. I can hear your excited breathing, your rushing blood, your tightening muscles, all amplified through our contact. My hands find your hips and squeeze. Your voice is low and melodious: ‘So good… yes… keep going…’
You keep me locked tight. My nose is pressed against your clitoris. With each stroke my tongue draws wetness out and spreads it through the folds of your vulva. As the pleasure builds you grab your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between your fingers.
The tension swells, like a roaring tide held back by a dike. You call my name. ‘I’m… I’m gonna cum again.’ Your back arches. ‘I, I… nghh!’ Cracks appear. The wall breaks and the flood comes rushing in. Surge after surge rocks you. You’re floating…
drifting…
washing away.
You rise back to the surface, gasping for air. Your legs release me. I grab under your waist and shift you back onto the bed so you can fully relax, then I crawl next to you. Strands of hair are plastered to your face with sweat. I sweep them out of the way and kiss your forehead. I hug you close. Through the thin fabric of my boxers you feel my hard penis pressing against your leg.
‘You’re amazing,’ I whisper into your ear. You turn your face to me and smile, still out of breath. I smile too. We share a long kiss while your tea grows cold on the kitchen table.”
For H.
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