I pressed my lips hard against hers, silencing her as I pushed her shirt up. Marti never wore a bra, her small, firm breasts not needing any artificial support. I covered her warm flesh with my hands, pressing and kneading as my mouth devoured hers. I felt the moan that couldn’t escape past our joined lips vibrate her tongue against mine. I captured one hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger and tweaked it, pulling and releasing it quickly. I felt Marti’s hands at my waist pulling me closer to her, but I had other ideas.
Reaching down I took hold of Marti’s wrists and pulling them away from my body and behind her back. I leaned back and looked into her eyes for a moment. Her curiosity was evident, but there was also an intense expression I didn’t recognize at first. In a second it had connected with a memory in my mind. I had seen this look in the eyes of a cat playing with a mouse it had caught. The cat was letting the mouse think it had escaped, watching it with this same expression just before it pounced and took back control of the situation. I felt a tingle race down my spine.
My fingertips slid inside the waist of Marti’s fleece shorts, hooking my thumbs over the outside and pushing them down over her hips. They were loose enough that from there they slid to the floor on their own. I stepped back and looked down at her beautifully bare body. The reckless fire flared again and I forgot the strange look in her eye. All I knew was that I wanted her, wanted to feel her soft skin beneath my lips, to taste her, to drive her past the point of all control. I glanced up at her and smiled. Even mice have their day.
Putting my hands on her shoulders I pressed her down onto the bench and knelt before her on my discarded towel. She watched me, her hands resting on the bench beside her hips. I laid the tips of my fingers on her knees and leaned forward my eyes locked on hers. Pressing my fingers against the insides of Marti’s knees I slowly parted her thighs and moved closer until we were nearly eye-to-eye.
I kissed her then…….softly, my lips barely touching hers. My lips trailed across her cheek, and I nipped along her jaw. I felt a shiver pass through her as I placed kisses lighter than air down the side of her neck and along her collarbone. Her muscles were beginning to tense up and I grinned to myself. I sensed that this was almost torture for her….a sweet, intense torture. Sliding my hands up over her ribs I let them rest just below her breasts, my thumbs moving up to gently graze her nipples. Marti jumped slightly at the contact and her hands lifted from the bench to hover for a few seconds in mid air.
From the corner of my eye I could see Marti’s hands beginning to shake as I kissed a thin line down to meet one of my thumbs. I flicked my tongue back and forth quickly over her stiff nipple and her fingers clutched at the air, a deep moan escaping her. I drew designs over the tanned skin of her stomach with my tongue, moving slowly lower, swirling around her navel. I glanced up and saw that her eyes were closed, her head lolling back against the wall. She was the picture of anticipation.
I settled back onto my heels using my hands to press Marti’s thighs farther apart and bent my head to flick my tongue along her inner thigh, which was beginning to shake. Kissing and nibbling with my lips I moved upward along her thigh, slowly, excruciatingly, knowing that the moment I had been craving was near. My eyes darted sideways noting that Marti’s hands had moved closer, still hovering in the air, but much nearer to my head.
For what must have been an agonizingly long time for Marti I simply looked at her. I drank in every curve of her body, the tones of her skin, the sheer artistry of her well-defined musculature. Her chest rose and fell with the quickness of her breathing. I waited until the tension was thick in the air then I made my move. Digging my fingers into the flesh of Marti’s hips I dropped my head and drove my tongue straight to her center.
Marti let out a hoarse cry and her hands sank into my hair as I began to run my tongue along her smooth, hairless nether lips. I quickly found and closed my lips around her hard nub, sucking it between my teeth, and flicking my tongue quickly back and forth.
Holding my head to her with one hand Marti reached for one of my hands guiding it to where she so desperately needed my touch. I inserted just the tip of one finger into the soaking wetness of her body, swirling it in slow circles. Marti let out a frustrated growl and tightened her hold on my hair, rocking her hips against my busily working mouth. The cat was finished playing!
Reveling in the feel of Marti’s renewed control I began to lose myself in the taste of her, the scent of her, the essence of this woman who was all I dreamed of. I quickly slid my finger in to the base and moved it out again. Adding a second finger I began a steady, fast rhythm, feeling her inner muscles grasping and clutching at me.
“Oh God…harder!” Marti groaned. Her hips began to move in time with my movements. Both of her hands were once again buried in my hair grasping tightly. I began a low vibrating hum deep in my throat, baring my teeth against her most sensitive flesh. It was the last straw.
Marti sat nearly upright, her cries echoing from the sauna walls. I slowed my motions as her body began to relax. She loosened her grip on my hair a bit using it to urge me up onto the bench beside her. I looked at her and smiled, well pleased with myself. Her eyes opened and she looked at me in surprised awe.
“What the hell was that?!” She asked. I chuckled and slipped my arms around her waist. She put a finger to my chin pushing so that I opened my mouth. “Where do you hide the batteries?”
“If you’re nice I may share my secrets with you sometime.” I said in a low voice. Marti looked at me with that grin I loved and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
“How about tonight?” She asked. “Come home with me.”
I could feel my smile getting bigger and brighter, my heart swelling with an emotion I wasn’t ready to examine too closely yet, and all I could do was nod.
