| Lesbian: First Time: A Test of Faith - Part Five (1/9) |
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“Jess, is that you?” I heard Eva call out when I entered the house. “Yeah. It’s me,” I said as I carried the bouquet of roses into the hall. Eva was seated on the couch, the morning paper spread out in front of her. She was wearing my shirt. “You have to see this! Come here… My god, is that for me?” she squeaked when she saw the roses in my hands. “Well, yeah. I thought you might like them.” I’d never given anyone flowers before and I felt a little awkward. Should I go forward and give them to her or wait for her to come to me? She made the decision and got up from the couch, coming to stand in front of me. She reached out to finger one downy petal of a rose. “They’re beautiful.” She looked up at me, her eyes bright. “No,” I said. “You’re beautiful.” I saw tears glimmer on her eyelashes and quickly covered her mouth with mine, telling her without words that I couldn’t bear to see her cry. The roses probably fell to the floor when our lips touched, but I’m not too sure. It could have been anywhere between then and when I got her on the carpet naked and begging. It had been a week since we’d been together and I could feel the need for frantic sex in the air, making me impatient to bring her to an orgasm. Her lips yielded under mine as I kissed her thoroughly, roughly, my tongue mating with hers in a fiery dance. I don’t know if it was the newfound love in me, but I felt our usually soft loving turn into a fierce one, with grunts and groans of pleasure. My mouth wasn’t gentle on her breast when I bit down, then suckled on each globe. Her belly ring glinted in the warm morning light and I used my fingers to pull at it, making her gasp in surprised pain and pleasure. My fingers and mouth continued to work on her breasts while my other hand slipped to her pussy. She whimpered when I pushed myself into her, feeling her tightness clench around me. She felt so good inside, like satin or silk. Her juices lubricated my every thrust, until with every movement, she was gasping for air. Her eyes were tightly closed, concentrating on the pleasure rising in her body. I saw her belly quiver when I curled my finger inside her, trying to find her G-spot. I knew I was wet, so wet that my jeans were probably soaked through. But I didn’t seem to care about my own pleasure when I had her beneath me, trembling so sweetly. I pushed into her harder and heard her let out a small scream of pleasure. Her thighs clamped down on my hand as I put my lips to hers to capture the sound of her release. She poured into my hand like honey, making me groan against her lips. “That’s it, baby,” I whispered as her breathing started to settle. I pulled out of her and licked my fingers, tasting her – a taste that was almost as familiar to me now as my own. I kissed her again, letting her taste herself and she responded weakly. I lay down beside her on the carpet, cradling her pliant body against mine. |
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