First, I'd like to genuinely thank everyone for the response to my last post. Alicia was someone I never thought I'd speak about publicly as no one currently knows of my bi-sexual past except for my SO. Even he doesn't know how involved it got.
Alicia and I lay on her bed, talking about the complexities of the universe in our post sex glow. It was funny, meeting through our ex-flames as we did. She stroked her fingers along my arm and watched them travel down, sliding them under my arm to rest on my hip. She pulled me in close and gave me the most warm, affectionate hug I’d had in months. I nuzzled into her neck and just breathed in. Her hair smelled like flowers and her skin had that slightly sweet smell of sweat and sexual release. I was enamored.
She leaned in and pressed her cheek against mine as she whispered “Ready to go again?” I stiffened in the embrace, a blush returning to my face as I realized what a ridiculous reaction it was. Of course I was ready. “Uhm…” I mumbled against her skin, “I could be persuaded. Yes.” I smiled to myself as she laughed.
She released the embrace, but skimmed her fingers up my back and into my hair. I sighed and closed my eyes at her seemingly innate knowledge of what made me feel good, what turned me on. This has to be why women fancy other women, I thought. She tilted my head back from its resting place and kissed me gently, softly sucking my lip before going in for a hungrier kiss. I moaned, unable to stop it, as my body arched to press in closer to Alicia. My hands started to wander over her curves and when my right hand found her hip, I sank my fingers in and pulled her against me. She hissed in a breath and nipped my lip.
I looked into her eyes, my eyebrows raised at her response. Oh… well… that was good then, my brain congratulated me. I nearly laughed at my internal commentary before I softly said “Good?” with a smirk. She nodded “Oh, very good.” So I kneaded my fingertips into her flesh and slid them down over the curve of her ass as she twisted her hips. I took a greedy handful of her ass at the cleft where it became her thigh. She moaned into the kiss and broke free, breathing out a curse as her skin prickled with the shiver I’d sent through her. My brain was babbling to me as my heart started to race, and I walked my fingers pointedly down to her thigh, sliding two fingers up through her slick wetness to rest my hand again on her beautiful ass.
She arched in to me, grinding against my thigh for a split second and meeting my amused gaze with such lust that I felt it would burn me up. She had clenched her jaw, but tried to sound casual as she told me not to tease her; I would be sorry. Hearing and watching her speak these words to me flipped some internal switch, and my brain shut its mouth as I went to her collarbone to lavish it. I licked and nibbled and sucked over her skin as she writhed, her breath catching from time to time. I slid my fingers back down to that slick little patch between her thighs and caressed those soft lips. I could barely touch her clit from my angle, so I opted to press my fingertips firmly against her which seemed to make her wild with desire. She pressed her mound into my thigh and I brought my leg up hard against her clit to let her grind.
She made the most amazingly soft sounds, sounds that matched my own, and I was awash with complete sexual hunger. I pressed in firmly and slid both fingers inside, and the gasp that came from her made my eyes flutter closed. I exhaled next to her ear “Yes,” as I began slowly sliding my fingers back and forth. I was at the wrong angle to hit her g-spot, so I knew we would need to move before I could really get her going. I was enjoying this slow torture, the feeling of her mindlessly rolling her hips against my thigh as I watched her nostrils flare with each intake of breath. I never knew how much I liked watching my partner until this moment. She taught me a lot about myself.
She finally got enough control to grab my wrist and draw me out of her. I fought for a moment before she grinned and shook her head “No” at me. I was intrigued and let her push my wrist back behind me to the bed. Then she used her body to roll me back as she lay on top of me. I looked to the wrist she still held and looked back to her. She reached her free hand under my back and unhooked my bra. I lost my breath as the red blush returned once more to my face and she peeled the straps off, looking at me like I was the most real thing she had ever seen. What a feeling to be adored and desired like this. She leaned down and kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, and between my small breasts. I gasped at the near tickling kisses and her hand released my wrist with a gentle press of her finger as she looked up at me, warning me not to move. I understood and my back arched as she placed her warm hands over my breasts.
They were small, but they filled her hands as she cupped them. I lost all ability to protest as she brushed her fingers over them, and they raised and pointed to meet those strokes. She sucked softly against the curve below my breast before finding the pebble atop it and drawing it into her mouth. My head forced itself backward into the bed as a moan caught in my throat, my nails burying themselves in the sheet as they balled into fists. My legs spread wide to allow her to kneel between them. She moaned around my skin and the vibration of her low and sensual reply sent fingers of electricity through my skin, to my spine, and down to my toes. It was breathtaking and she slid her fingers inside me just as the arch in my spine relaxed and I dared to look down. I drew up my leg as a gasp tore out of my throat, “Oh god.”
She released my flesh from her taunting tongue and lips and grinned at me. My eyes rolled as I threw my head back again. I laughed roughly, saying “Bitch.” She dropped her jaw in mock offense. “Watch it, Anya. I will spank you.” I looked back to her and suddenly felt bold. “Promise?” I said as I arched an eyebrow and chewed my lip. I don’t think she expected such smart-assery in my current state, so she paid me back with a hard thrust of her fingers. She slammed her knee up against the back of her hand and reached deeper with such force that I thought I was going to cum right then. Her palm pressed hard against the mound of flesh it found, not just teasing my clit but also pushing on all the other sensitive nerve endings to be found there. “Fuck!” I gasped. “Oh fuck. Do that again.”
She ground her palm against me and I writhed. “Oh yes. Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” I panted. I was writhing without any control over myself as she pulled her knee back, giving a few more deep slow strokes of her fingers against my g-spot before slamming her knee back into place. I couldn’t take it any longer and I came hard, squeezing and pulsing around her fingers as she rubbed her palm firmly against me. I was breathless and wild as I lifted from the bed, my hands anchoring me to the sheet as I gasped through my orgasm beneath her hungry gaze. My leg slid back out slowly as the sensation came to an end and I finally found the strength to open my eyes long enough to stare into hers. “Promise,” she said, a grin splitting her face. I whimpered in reply as she climbed off my body to cuddle against me again.
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