| Lesbian: Quickie: For You: Part I (1/2) |
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You say goodnight and turn from me to unlock your door. I move to stand behind you, and I feel your back stiffen as you sense me. Though I would speak, I cannot. The words will not come. My hands slide around your waist, and you let out a muffled groan. Your head falls back to rest upon my shoulder, giving my mouth full access to the curve of your neck. The heat of my lips slowly melts away what reservations remain within you. You turn to face me. Your eyes are unsure with guilty desire, as though asking me to walk away but begging me to stay. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the door is ajar. It would only take a nudge to be inside with you. My heart is beating so loud and fast, I am finding it impossible to think. So, I don’t. Before I can control myself, my lips have taken possession of yours, and we are on the other side of the door, away from the eyes of the world. You push me away. I stand still as you back away from me. I can see your chest rising and falling rapidly, but then I realize, my breathing, too, has lost all sense of rhythm. I take a step forward, but your hand rises in a gesture for me to stop. Do you really expect me to take control of myself and this situation before this goes any further? Don’t you see that I can’t? Don’t you think that I have tried? You see in my eyes that I have no intention of stopping on my own. Your body shudders as your hand falls at your side. In two steps, I am standing in front of you, pulling you to me, and kissing you with the hunger brought on by many sleepless nights thinking of this moment. My hands are inside your blouse, sliding up and around to rid me of the hindrance keeping me from your breasts. With ease, I have freed them from their captor, and my mouth is feasting insatiably on your nipples. Then, I realize that you are pushing me. No, you’re not pushing me away, but down. I know immediately what you ask for. I try to take it slowly, so that I might revel in this long awaited moment, but you will not have it. How did we find the bed? Did you lead us here? Did I? Without pause, I am sliding your pants off, and slinging them away from me. Wait, did I take off your panties, or were you not wearing any? Your hands are in my hair, gripping it, forcing me between your legs. My arms slide beneath your soft bottom and around your legs to hold you still. You can feel my breath as I make you wait for a second that seems like eternity. Then, you feel my tongue sliding between your second lips to find your sensitivity. Over and over again, I lick, suckle, and nibble, until you are shaking. Finally, I push inside of you. I hear you gasp as your hips try to move, but I hold you still, so you must wait for it. Yes, I will make you wait like I have waited. Then, slowly, I begin the rhythmic movement that will bring you to climax. I allow your hips to rock with me. Slowly, at first, but picking up speed as you get closer to your flood of sexuality. Your hands are no longer gripping |
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