I will not rush this story, so there will be at least one more part. We celebrated our fifth anniversary of our first date last Friday. I dedicate all of these stories to Jodie. Love you so much.
I had expected to carry on lying there, but Jodie slid up into a kneeling position and took my hands and I wordlessly understood that she was asking me to join her.
Wondering what was about to happen, I sat up and Jodie said, "Okay. I have dreamed of and run through this moment a hundred times in my mind. I want to show you how I came to know you."
I looked at her. I was puzzled and was about to speak when she placed a soft kiss on my lips, silencing me.
She pulled back. "I want you only to feel and see what I am doing and hear what I'm saying. I don't want you to speak, Anna. I want you to just experience."
I was still puzzled but now eagerly anticipating whatever it was she was planning.
I was sitting with my legs together, knees up. Jodie gently took my calves and I willingly spread my legs for her, my feet flat on the duvet. She then swung her leg over mine so she was sitting between my legs, with her thighs over mine. She scooted toward me and then put her arms around me, underneath mine. I naturally responded and wrapped mine down over her shoulders, my hands crossed on her back, loving the feel of her.
We kissed and I was suddenly aware of a delicious warmth and touch on my clit. She had arranged herself so that both of our clits were in contact. She was moving her hips ever so slightly, in a tiny circular motion, so that our clits were moving against each other.
I am fully aware that there is another name for what we were doing, a word I've never particularly liked, but Jodie broke the kiss and said something that came to be our term for it.
"I love that our clits are kissing."
From that moment on this would always be 'clit kissing.'
She started into my eyes and I felt her hands slide up my back, her finger tips spread.
She started a narrative that was frequently interspersed with little kisses,
"So Anna," kiss, "the first time I saw you," kiss, "the first thing I noticed," kiss, "was your beautiful," kiss, "wavy," kiss, "long, red hair." Kiss.
I felt her fingers slide up under my neck line and spread out over my scalp and I felt an enormous surge which went to all my pleasure centres and seemed to set my whole body tingling.
Pushing my hair up, moving her fingers through it she kissed me again and then said, "Hermione was always my favourite, and it was as if she had walked into my salon."
Kiss.
She let her fingers slide down through my hair, her fingers outwards, until she had run them all the way to the ends and out. I felt an extra shiver run through me.
"And then you looked up at me," kiss, "and I fell into your beautiful, hazel eyes."
She came towards my eyes and I closed them as she kissed each of my lids.
Kiss. Kiss.
"Your perfect nose," kiss.
If I had been allowed to speak I would have probably said something self-deprecating, but I now realised there was a real beauty in only being able to feel, see and listen.
All the while she was taking us through this ritual, she was somehow managing to keep those little movements going, down where we were joined. Our clit kissing wasn't about to stop, I was delighted to realise. The combinations of her kisses, her voice and those movements on my clit were driving me wild with heightened desire.
"Then you smiled that awkward smile, and I saw the oxbow red of your lipstick covered lips."
Kiss.
"As you looked up towards me I saw your neck. I could see the beautiful lines, the elegance."
She now placed kisses under my chin, on my neck and round.
"And your hair fell back as you looked at me and I saw your beautiful ears."
Here she nibbled on first my right and then my left lobe. I was glad I only had my studs in.
Now I felt one hand lower to the base of my spine and she gently pushed and lowered me slowly onto my back, setting me down softly with my head on the pillow. For one so slightly built she had remarkable strength and control.
She pulled her hands out from under me and another thrill ran through me as our clits lost contact. It was odd to get a thrill from something stopping, but it was really no different than edging, just in the circumstances it felt more softly intense.
She moved herself around so she was sitting with her legs curled to one side, next to me.
Stroking my legs she applied a little downward pressure and I stretched them out so they were flat on the bed.
"The next thing I saw were your beautiful shoulders as you stood. You were wearing that gorgeous white dress with cap sleeves and I could see the form of your collar bone." Kiss. Kiss.
My god. She really had been paying a lot of attention.
Now she put her hands, with her fingers spread out, on either side of the top of my right arm. I felt a light pressure and she started moving them down, slightly massaging as she went. Following the path of her fingers she placed a kiss on my upper arm and then on my forearm.
"I saw your hand as it came up to shake mine."
Her fingers slid all the way down over my palm, gripping me. She then took each finger and my thumb in turn, forming a little cage using her thumb and first two fingers. She stroked up and out over the end of each digit. It felt as if she was draining all the cares from me out of my finger tips.
"I felt your hand," she slid down and kissed my palm.
I was in a new place. All I could hear was her voice, all I could feel was her touch. It was as if every point of me was focused on where she was touching me. As if my mind's eye was moving under her fingers.
"Of course, I can't leave out your other arm. The perfect mirror."
She repeated the ritual with my left arm. Her fingers caressing, my arm, my hand, my fingers. Kisses following, with the final kiss on the palm.
I was hoping that my breasts would be next, but no.
"Then you walked with me," she moved down by my feet, "on your beautiful legs."
She placed her hands at the top of my right thigh and I thought for one delicious moment that I would feel her touch on my pussy but again, no. She pressed firmly and slid her fingers, massaging down my thigh, over my calf muscles, planting following kisses.
"And then you asked me to give you a pedicure."
She cupped my foot in both hands, repeating a squeeze and release massage several times before finally repeating on my toes what she done with my fingers. She then kissed the top followed by the sole of my foot.
"Then I worked on your other foot."
Another repeat, massaging down my leg, foot, toes. Strokes and kisses.
I was in at a level of ecstasy I had not felt in years. A multi-sensory experience that was also completely unique.
