As much as I’d love to continue the foreplay, I need her too badly. I feel it too keenly, her pussy right there pulsing with a beat of it’s own.
I awakened in the cool of the evening breeze lying on my side with my left arm beneath her. I watched the rise and fall of her chest and listened to her breathing as the music from Pandora still played softly in the background. She was beautiful, especially while she slept. None of the usual stress lines were there, just a calm serenity that tugged a smile from my lips. I leaned over and put my head on her bare chest, my lips just barely brushing her breast each time she inhaled. Her heart beat strongly against my ear and I rested my hand on her thigh, gently not wanting to wake her.
I couldn’t sleep, wide-awake as I was. Her thigh was so soft, and I started tracing lines on her skin gently. My hands moved from one side to the other, skipping up to her stomach and gliding back down, briefly sliding over her pussy. She didn’t move, but I could hear the speed of her heartbeat quicken beneath my ear. So I did it again, sliding the palm of my hand over her clit to see if her breath would catch again.
I couldn’t tell if she was awake though. Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t move–the only thing that gave me any indication was the faster pace of her breathing. So I rubbed her clit gently, fingers lightly moving against it on top of the fabric of her panties. And then she did wake up, and I froze. This was uncharted territory. I stopped breathing, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t shove me off of her in disgust. I was still mentally chastising myself when she put her arm around me.
Okay, so no outright rejection. I released the breath that I didn’t know I was holding and pressed my hand back against her. She moaned… subtly, to be sure, but there was no mistaking that sound. I resumed touching her there, between her legs, feeling her getting wet. It thrilled me, bringing me even further awake, and I had to fight to calm myself and take my time.
Sliding my hand inside her panties, I gripped her tightly in my free arm, pressing her harder against me. She held me back, keeping me in place as I explored her freely. Her legs shifted, allowing me more room to work with and I slid my fingers between her lips, feeling her clit, rubbing against it in gentle, circular motions. Her breath caught, she stiffened, and I paused again, waiting for the inevitable rejection, the moment when I know I’ve gone too far. But then she relaxed against me again, and I continued touching her, applying pressure to the spots that I hoped would excite her.
At this point, my heartbeat is accelerating as well and I slide a single finger inside of her. She’s warm, hot even, and I can feel the pressure of her walls pushing back against me. It’s enticing and I want to go deeper. She moans for me again, encouraging, and raises herself up to meet my fingers. Only, now I’m frustrated. I can’t do what I want with these panties on her and I want to please her. I want to make her legs shake and taste her moans in my mouth, but I don’t want her to tell me to stop when I pull my fingers from her to pull of her panties.
So I keep going, using my thumb to rub against her clit while I twist my fingers together and slided inside of her, twisting and turning, in and out. Her hand is on my neck now and I feel her fingers digging into it and I shudder with pleasure. She’s mine, and I want her, all of her. So, I stop, pulling my fingers away and I can feel her staring at me, so I meet her eyes, noting the confusion, and I smile.
Sitting up, I remove her panties with her help and I settle myself between her legs, fully on top of her. Her hands go to my shoulders, squeezing them, and I begin to kiss the soft skin that I’ve come to love so much. Her nipple hardens in my mouth and I can feel the wetness of her pussy against my stomach. As much as I’d love to continue the foreplay, I need her too badly. I feel it too keenly, her pussy right there pulsing with a beat of it’s own.
I slide myself down the length of her body to gaze upon it. It’s beautiful–two perfect lips creating a soft blanket for the pearl resting between them. I take a moment to admire her before I press my tongue to her clit. Her back arches sinuously, and I wrap my arms around her thighs to keep her in place. I swirl my tongue faster against her, tracing her clit, sucking her lips and slurping the juices sliding slowly from her pussy. She’s so incredibly wet and my elation is difficult to contain.
I push my fingers inside of her and listen to her gasp, a smile tugging at my lips still pressed against her pussy. Deeper, I stroke inside of her until she raises her thighs up to my shoulders. Her hand is on my neck again, holding me against her, her nails digging into my upper back. I’m wet, too and so incredibly turned on by her reactions that I stroke her faster. Her quiet moans ignite a fire in me and my breathing becomes ragged. My lips pause on their journey between her legs and she pulls me up to her chest, clutching me tightly while I push harder inside of her, deeper, faster.
I can feel her climaxing and I’m bewildered. I don’t want it to end, not yet, not for hours yet. I need to feel her walls longer, hear her moans, clutch her tighter. But I don’t stop, I don’t dare stop. Her nails dig into my back and my neck, holding me tightly. Her pussy contracts and she shudders and her juices gush past my fingers and down my hand. But I’m not done. I need her again. So, I lower myself once more and lick up the juices escaping from between her legs, and her soft moans encourage me. I kiss her thighs and suck on her pussy lips and push my tongue between her walls. I need her in my mouth. I need to taste her and feel her juices on my tongue.
I continue exploring her, my tongue roaming in search of her spots, all the while listening to her catch her breath, and then I lift my tongue to her clit and push my fingers inside of her again. There is a mental war raging inside of my head, where I’m screaming at myself to slow down and bring her to her climax slowly, but I can’t. Up until this moment I didn’t even know that I was waiting for this–waiting for the opportunity to make her moan, to bring her to her peak, to ride the wave of her ecstasy. But I was, and now that I am here, I cannot stop, slow down, or hold back.
I stroke inside of her until she comes for me again, feeling her shudder beneath me, and I would have done it again if she hadn’t grabbed me and pulled me up. She kisses me fiercely, her tongue sliding inside my mouth and I am fighting back a grin. She holds me to her chest and rubs my back, and I can still feel her juices against my stomach.
I inhale her scent and close my eyes, listening to her heartbeat slow and enjoying her general touch.
“Time to wake up,” I whisper.
I can feel her smile as she whispers back,
“Hmmm I'm up now.”
To be continued