She had never truly known desire, not in the intensity in which she now sat smouldering. The urges so loud she was certain areas of her had developed the ability to speak. Twitching agreeably, forcing her attention to be known. Her thighs fluttered with confusion, a force wanting them open as she naturally closed. Warm palms linger as fingertips trace their way behind knees. Her skin stood on edge, a silent whisper continuously seducing her. A shudder momentarily danced along the crease of her neck. A licked lip before a gentle nibble, a groove appearing to meet her dimples as her mouth felt provoked to smirk. Her back follows its own evoking, arching without intention as though the shudder itself is a violent blow, yet the spasm is arousing as it drops down to her hips before vanishing. A sacred, gentle touch of the spine jerks her into a conscious state that no longer unnerved her. Like a switch, her hands become more gentle as her fingertips walk their way like droplets along her skin. The touch encourages the tickling sensation that ensues along her stomach, a physical replica of the butterflies that have started their migration. The anticipation alone is driving her wild, waiting for another contact to grace her skin, the sensation is gentle but the reaction is like a stab penetrating through as blood courses to the area in flurries eager to witness the touch and demanding it happen again and again.
The desperation begins it’s crumble, calm and collective stature begins to lose control. The stormy blues remind her that there is a fire inside that is beginning to engulf, veins widen to control the blaze but the movement unhinges her balance as little sways wash over her in waves. The control in her eyes makes letting go feel effortless and with the connection of lips the commotion becomes a scandal as her cheeks flush in wanting. The deal has been whispered, the intensity has consented through mutual depth in which these lips are now sealed, the dance their tongues are beginning takes it to the point of no return as they merge into erotic bliss, synchronized. The desperation to unlock and explore is as strong as the fierce need to stay in the kiss, passion fueling an exchange of moans and grunts into each other. Hands you temporarily forgot were your own have made their way to skin. Appreciate the murmur the layers of her make as her skin raises to meet your touch.
Like a magnet in your bones, you’re being forced to the iron coursing through her veins as little gasps slip out of her parted lip. Nails that now glide their way along collarbone and around the thickness of her neck. The intimidation of such a primal area heightens the intimacy as her neck accepts the advance in an unsolicited rollback, eager for her to become bare and surrender. A smirk, as she is quick on the desired response and lowers her tongue to trail up and around to the side, licks closing into pursed lips, kisses follow until the lobe of the ear is reached. A part of the body you never notice feeling in until its gravity happily sits in the warmth of a mouth and nibbled, the sensual energy consorting to sexual before becoming the erotic intersection of the two.
A heated body now hovers above another as all senses are thrown into auto-drive, the most significant decision is whether you want to lick and taste or touch and feel. Your tongue overrides as it finds her lips again, her body holding the other down pushing the kisses deeper as they become entwined. She wraps a leg around her waist the need to be close is intense and the compulsive thrust just locks them further into place as something in both of them opens, her hips sighing against hers as they grind in unison. Skin cannot get close enough as the rotation of the hips becomes harder. Hands are on her back as she holds her in place never neglecting a pause in the kiss. After some time she comes up for air seeking their blues to meet again, she needs a moment before devouring her consumes her.
Teasingly she runs a finger down the woman’s parted mouth and flicks the bottom lip smiling. Her tongue falls out to lick the tips before licking along the length of her fingers, the warmth as silent moral support to continue to explore the rest of her. She gently works her way down her body, collar bone to the sternum, kissing the bone like it was in need of repair. The continuous raspy inflation of the torso creates a rhythm as her mouth smoothly appreciates her ribs and along the nape of her abdomen. One hand has found its way into hers, their fingers become locked, and the other walks along her stomach and stops at her hip bone. Like someone lost at sea she uses that hip bone as an anchor as her tongue eagerly inches its way over her threshold. Her palm shakes when it reaches her thigh, a bite to her laced waistband, and a smirk as their eyes meet again. This time the blues have widened, an orb is forming, longing is never silent.
There’s an undertone of begging as the desperation to satisfy intensifies, the craving has become infatuation and the adrenaline-led stomach drop sends small shudders through her soul. The essence of her arousal is now becoming evident, a stroke along her crease signals a gasp, the sound of rain on the window hides her ragged breath as what she holds inside is building. The symphony coursing through her veins was fierce, she was emaciated, ravenously starving for her. The carnal passion to satisfy the thirst itching inside of her, the ache to know how she tasted was too intense for her body to contain, she burned for her.
Her tongue worked its way between the outer to caress the inner, circling in motion to lick around the center before pursing her lips to suck gently and stroke. The flat of her tongue, the tip and the lips all explored sensations exposing more swollen lips and the sensitivity between, she could do nothing but squirm, surrendered in lust. She was greeted with a pool of moisture when her now sweet-in-taste tip entered her core, her canal serving the ideal canyon to fit snuggly as the walls deepened. Her head being coaxed to an angle she desired and gripped firmly, strands of her hair began to fasten around her fingers as her mouth of arousal opened to absorb her wet by nature flesh. All the while the nub hardens swelling magically as she peeks behind her hood, her colour deepening as the rose bud receives a needed swipe of the tongue as she resumes her attention to her. The more she responds the taste, smell, texture and appearance all change, she pauses for a moment to take her all in.
Her fingers followed the warmth and entered, her glide was effortless she simply surrounded her. Pressure begins to build as she grips keeping them inside, her tongue now dancing in trembles with her as her thighs fight to close around her ears. The heart of her femininity was in adoring hands and the beauty of loosing control made her heart thump like a delayed cymbal hit, each beat thundered as the soft sheets hugged her sweating legs, creating folds as hers are held open and delicately massaged by the long tongue strokes. She lived in her moans, the depth of satisfaction was intoxicating she wanted to own every noise murmered, to feel how hard her blood was pumping against her tongue. Shoulders positioned under thighs, opening as wide as they can as she suckled on spots that drove her wild. She wriggled in pleasure desperate for the spot not to be lost, pleading to stay right there until climax surpassed. Pushing her body down as her back arched, craving injecting a level of passion that put everything else in the shade, she needed to release. Oblivious to the increasing downpour she tried her utmost to match her hunger as she watched helplessly as her tongue jousted playfully against her walls and back to the throbbing. Her cheeks continuing to flush as her eyes looked down pleading, biting her bottom lip hard, unafraid of bruising. She needed the tone to speed, the moment of rapture was closing in. The body in empty beats as electrical current races to overtake her blood, she keeps her mouth in place as she looks up across the canvas of her body stimulated, she relishes in the shakes pursuing, every cell being serenaded to cry yes. Every ounce of sexual energy being sucked from her quivering shell as her body stiffened keeping her in her position, the need felt like self-combustion and she burned for her. She blushed, the mixture of innocence and sweat dampened her face as her chin rested on her still trembling thighs as the flat of her tongue tasted her in full flow. So sweet, so indulgent was her flavour that she ran her nails up to her erect peeks and grasped a little longer than a caress and then dragged them back down along her stomach. She moaned hard as she did into her mouth.
The breathing alone made her lightheaded, her hand motioned to her own as she checked on the moment just lived, she smirked as her fingers danced. Her high still reeling she made her way to bended knee as she straddled her, both in a masterpiece of panting. Warmth rested on her thigh as she slowly danced her hips gently again into her, her nipples grazing hers insatiably before merging with the breast fully. Elbows collapsing on either side of her head, long hair shadowing them. Her lips pinched fondly on her tender red flesh, she nibbled the bottom lip slightly, already parted still exhaling in ecstasy. Eyes still holding back the blues she hangs just out of reach watching intently as she raises slightly to entwine in the solitude of their curtained kiss, the sound of the woman crying out her name still reverberating off the walls.
There were many ways she took her, mainly in her dreams and through the parts of her soul that sought her.
She may look innocent, but she knows how to leave a mark.
I walk in the stars 