Stella places her hand gently against my face.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please." If I wasn't so eager to be close to her, I might be slightly embarrassed by how eager I sound. I know she heard the tone in my voice because she chuckles slightly.
Her hand stays on my cheek while the other hand cradles the back of my head. Our lips connect and she gently tugs on my hair. I gasp in surprise, my lips parting, and her tongue explores my mouth. I groan and lean into her, my hands wrapping around her waist. She pulls me closer, turning on the couch and shifting me until I'm sitting on her lap, my thighs on either side of her legs.
"Stella, please," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I don't know exactly what I want to ask her for but I need more of her. More of her lips against mine, more of my skin brushing against hers.
"What is it you want, baby girl?" She moves one of her hands to the hem of my shirt, slowly moving under the fabric until she is caressing my breast. I close my eyes with a contented sigh. "This?" She pushes the shirt up, exposing my breasts which are uncovered since I didn't wear a bra. "Or did you maybe want -," she doesn't finish the sentence, leaning forward and taking one nipple into her mouth. She sucks, nibbles, and licks until I find it hard to sit still. Her other hand pinches, pulls gently, and caresses the other one. It isn't the first time she's played with my tits but I'm still surprised by how sensitive they are under her touch.
"God, I love your tits."
"Really?" I blurt out the word before I even think about it.
"Dahlia," Stella sits back, her hands continuing to play with my nipples. "We've talked about this. I know that you wish your tits were shaped differently but I think they are so fucking sexy." She glances down at her hands as they continue to play. "And I love the sounds you make when I'm touching you." She leans in and sucks on the other nipple into her mouth with a little more force than she had previously been using. I hiss and grab a handful of her hair. "Oh," Stella glances up at me without lifting her head. "My princess likes a little pain with her pleasure huh?" I simply nod and she goes back to lavishing attention on my nipples, her hands and her mouth moving back and forth between them until I can hardly sit still.
"You have far too many clothes on." Stella helps me stand and lifts my shirt over my head. "For that matter, so do I." She takes off her top and reaches for the waistband of her jeans.
"Let me," I say, my voice quiet. I've never been this forward with her. She moves her hands behind her back and watches my hands work. Once I have the fly open, I slide my hands down between the denim and the satiny feel of her panties, the back of my hand stroking over her mound.
"Fuck," Her voice is almost a whisper as she closes her eyes and grabs my arms firmly. "My turn." Stella keeps her eyes on my face as she reaches down to unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pushes the denim down my legs and steps back to admire the red satin and lace panties I had bought especially for this night. "Red. My favorite color." She smiles as she moves in for a kiss. My lips part without hesitation and our tongues tangle. Her hand slides into the front of my panties, her fingers finding my clit almost immediately.
I pull on her jeans, attempting to get them to start sliding down over her curvy hips, and she chuckles. Breaking the kiss, she gently nudges me back in the direction of the bed. I sit and she slowly removes her jeans, a pair of black lacy panties covering her pussy. She keeps the hair neatly trimmed and it's obvious that she tans in the nude since there are no tan lines. I've never had the courage to taste her. That changes tonight. I will explore her body, my own fears about my inadequacies be damned.
"Lay down, beautiful." I slide back onto the bed and do as she asks, bending my legs so my feet are flat on the bed. Stella reaches out and grabs my panties, sliding them down my legs as I lift my hips. She slowly slides her own panties down her legs, never breaking eye contact with me.
"Open those sexy legs." She slowly climbs onto the bed and moves between my legs as I let them fall open. Her body covers mine as she leans in to kiss me while one hand strokes my slit, teasing my clit with "almost touches". She moves to suck on my nipples while her hands continue to tease my pussy and my clit. My hips start to move, almost chasing her hand, as I try to get more friction from her touch.
"Baby girl is eager." She grins at me as her finger slides into my pussy. "And she's so wet for me already."
"Please." I mutter.
"Please what?" Her hand stops moving. "Tell me what you want princess."
"Touch me."
"I am touching you." She winks at me when my eyes meet hers. I know she is abundantly aware of what I want. But I also know that she is determined to help me get more comfortable and confident in asking for exactly what I want.
"I want you to fuck me with your fingers."
