Pure Fiction Continued

See Part One here

I am struck with how soft everything feels - your lips, your breasts, your skin.  You kiss me and it feels inviting and delicious, like sinking into a warm bubble bath after a long, crazy day.  Your kisses, your caresses set my skin aglow - a long, slow burn that I know will soon ignite.

I rub your shoulder, letting my fingers trail down to your breasts.  As soon as I get close, your nipple gets hard and I kiss my way down your neck, down to the hollow of your cleavage, and lick my way across to your hard pink nipple. I lick around it, savoring the way your soft skin feels against my tongue, the way your fingers feel on my back, the way you smell and taste.  I feel you pushing your nipple towards me, and I gladly encircle it with my tongue, sucking lightly…but the harder you press yourself to me, the harder I suck.  Finally I nibble your nipple, a little bit, then pull it with my teeth.  You gasp in surprise, but tangle your hands in my hair and pull me closer to you.  I bite a little harder, and finally drag my tongue to your other nipple where I do the same thing.  I feel you moan, and I wonder if you are getting wet.

I slide my hands down your stomach, down to your throbbing sex.  I tease your outer lips and feel how very wet you are.  I slide one finger, then two, easily inside you.  I slide my fingers out and rub up and down your slit until I find your very hard, very obvious clit. I trace lazy circles around it and watch you squirm.  I didn’t think you could get any wetter, but your juices are all over my hand, all over the bed.  I want to taste you, I am overcome with the desire to feel and see you come for me.  I pull away from you reluctantly and reposition myself so that my face is between your legs. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, and I wonder briefly why I was so nervous.

(more coming…I promise!) (pun kind of intended)