Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
So Sexy
by MerryAngel
June 2nd,, 2002
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I slip my fingers easily into the front of her jeans and pull her to the bed. My hands engulf her hips as I sit, facing her. I look up into sapphire eyes, begging to be allowed to continue. At her smirking response, my fingers, shaking a little, twist off the button. ~Thank goodness there is only one~ my mind calls out. I see her stomach muscles clinch as her gentle snort reaches my ears. It's almost as if she has heard my thoughts. I take a breath, returning my eyes, fingers and mind to the pleasure at hand. My libido has never left it and is annoyed the rest of me hasn't caught up.
Her zipper is long and my hand slowly pulls it down. Her patience seems infinite, while my body seems to be screaming at me to "hurry!" I, of course, ignore it. I want to take this slow and sensual. As the zipper reaches its end, my right hand explores her soft skin, moving under her shirt to feel tightening muscles. My tongue aches to follow. My desire wins out. I hear her moan as my tongue circles her navel. In my short 5 years of reading erotica and watching sexually stimulating movies, I've learned that women (and men, too. People really) have different sensual areas. Places where they get the most pleasure.
One of the many spots on my lover seems to be her abdominal region. We've made love like this about ten times now and each time I caress her abdomen, especially her naval, I can get a few moans from her, in the very least. On two of those occasions, I was able to bring her to a mini-orgasm. But I digress... Sorry. My tongue dips into her belly button. See you didn't miss much. I'm still working on her navel. (Grin)
Her fingers, which have found their way into my long blonde hair, flex with the rhythm of my thrusting tongue. I moan. She knows that's one of my pleasure points.
I nibble on the lower part of her navel, causing her to chuckle. It's deep and sexy, and I moan again. My body is still screaming at me to "Go Faster!", wanting skin on skin. While my tongue and teeth play with her stomach muscles, my roving hands reach up and find taut nipples. My eyes have been closed since her fingers first touched my silky hair, and began her own caress of my erogenous zone. Her patience continues to amaze me.
I like that we need no speech between us. That our bodies automatically know what the other wants. My hands sense where my lips are going as I nibble down to the barrier of her silken underwear. They race to assist my lips in reaching a mutual goal. My fingers slide the undergarments down her impossibly long legs, pulling her jeans at the same time. My eyes fall on the dark brown patch, keeping her sex from view and my breath quickens. I take in her aroused scent with every breath. It is a heady mix. Tossing the clothes aside, I bury my nose in her sex and sniff, as one would do to a rose. For me there is no sweeter smell than that of my love's arousal. I sigh in content, eyes half closed from pure bliss.
I feel her fingers clinch in my hair as another moan escapes her lips at my actions. I freeze to allow my hair to be released and smoothed down, again. Her moans are arousing. I want to hear more, so I repeat my "rose" action, but this time my tongue sneaks out for taste, "Mmmmm...." I moan as she groans. I think her patience is starting to leave her. I feel her knees unlock for a moment and she almost falls to the bed before she tightens them again. My arms go around her waist and I pull her closer, burying my face in her sex. My hands squeeze her tight butt cheeks as my lips and tongue kiss her lower lips with as much passion and fire as they would her mouth.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she uses me for support. I hold her effortlessly. It's good to know that my many years of carrying around a camera on my shoulders have finally paid off.
She begs me for the bed. I'm in ecstasy, so who am I to deny her this request. I help her to lie back, never leaving my nest. Each swipe my tongue makes across her clitoris, creates more moans and body shivers, the likes of which could make anyone around us squirm with their own pleasure and passion.
I nuzzle my nose deeper in the patch near where my fingers long to thrust. Her fingers claw at my back in my rhythm. I wince at a particular nail scratch and wonder when her hands had ripped my shirts neckline and why I didn't notice it. Still in my own brand of heaven, I deduce that it doesn't really matter. I'll get a new shirt later.
I suckle at her clit, using it as though it were the tongue of her nether lips. Her hips thrust hard up toward me and I ride with it. My hands join my tongue as they had want to do for quite some time. Her creamy canal makes it easy for my fingers to glide in, tickling her "G" spot in the process. Her gasp of pleasure sends chill bumps racing through my body. I can feel my own mini-orgasms hitting as our sexes contract in rhythm. My fingers pull out, then return to their warm haven repeatedly, picking up speed as her hips thrust up faster.
I feel her body go ridged and I pump even faster while my mouth sucks harder on her pleasure node. Her pants and gasps, moans and groans crescendo as she screams out my name. Her body thrusts up one last time, holding us both completely off the bed.
As she falls back on the bed, I fall with her. The sweat pours off both our bodies. My bangs lay damply in my eyes as I lay my head on her stomach, tracing idle patterns there with soaked and prunny fingers. As both our breaths settle, she pulls on my arms, her "cuddle time" signal. I crawl on shaky knees further onto the bed and lay in her arms. With my head resting on her left shoulder, my exhaustion pulls me into the dream realm. I am sated just from making love to her. She sighs contentedly as she joins me on an unconscious level.
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The End - 'So Sexy' - by MerryAngel