(This story is a continuation from Ch. 01 and 02)
It felt like our bedroom was so far away, but I knew it was because the teasing was coming to an end. My mind went through possible positions that I could do with her, and wondered if she had ideas of her own. Thinking of her in any position on my bed was sexy. I led her up the stairs and down the hall into the master suite. Upon opening the French doors, Layla became in awe of the room. Our bed was fluffy and pure white, accented with both red and black pillows. Above, the ceiling had color LED lights in the crown molding, and the colors were flashing between green, red, and blue. It was then that I grabbed a remote from the wall and pushed a button. The lights went dim, then turned into a vibrant red. Red for passion. If there was anything that turned me on, it was using colored light to brighten the room just enough to make things visible.
I turned around to find Layla not by my side, but on the bed. She was now kneeling on my king sized bed, legs spread and her little black dress on the floor. She was still topless from the kitchen, leaving other her garter, thong and stockings on. As much as I loved that dress and ensemble on her, I loved it off more. I slowly unzipped the back of my dress and casted it off to the side. She gasped as it was the first time she laid eyes on me in lingerie.
"Get your sexy ass over here," said Layla, her voice soft.
I jumped into the bed and kneeled in front of her. I began to kiss her passionately, holding her face to mine. I loved her kisses, the taste of her tongue. It was addictive, her lips. Her hands were quick to reach around and begin undoing my own ensemble. She was eager to see me naked as much as I was for her. There was something about looking at another woman completely naked; and it was the only reason I let her do it. I didn't have to be dominant during the whole thing, but I wanted her to take my clothes off. Between kisses, we each broke away and began exploring the areas we could reach on each other. She would take my whole nipple into her mouth and suck on it; while I would bite her neck and ears while whispering little things into her ear like:
"Looks like you like to tease. Two can play that game."
"You're such a bad girl. Fucking your best friend while her husband is away. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"If you let me, I can make you cum all night."
She managed to get every piece of my lingerie off, and I did the same. We sat back, naked, admiring each other's body. The red light was like the club lights, where it was just enough to see Layla's body, but the shadows accentuated her curves and shape. She leaned forward, grabbing my neck, and fell backward onto the bed, with me on top. I loved the way her body felt under mine, so we stayed. I moved my body down hers, stopping to suck on her nipples and breasts themselves, and began kissing down the length of her stomach. Again, she began to moan, but it sounded softer than before. I looked up to see if something was wrong, and all I could see was her grabbing her breasts as my mouth got closer to her sweet spot. I watched as she played with them roughly, giving me an idea of what she liked.
"You better not muffle those moans," I said, sternly. "We've got an empty house to do whatever the fuck we want. And I want your sexy moans. Moan for me, Layla, please." I dove my face into her pussy and began licking her pussy lips, slowly spreading them apart to reveal her clit. "Let my lips and tongue bring you pleasure. I've wanted to play with this pussy for awhile now."
It was like the sudden realization that I was hot for her, that Layla moaned with pleasure. She pulled my hair, holding my head in place while I tasted her sweet nectar again. My tongue slowly coated the outside of her pussy, until I pushed through her lips to get to her clit. The warmth between her legs was intense; but looking up into her eyes was too. Layla had lifted her head off the bed to watch me. She was breathless, telling me to keep going, and so I did. I could eat her out forever. She tasted so good, her cum dripping out for me to lick it up. Her whole body wiggled in pleasure as her orgasm came hard and long, and I reveled in the pleasure of knowing I caused it.
After it subsided, I sat up and helped Layla do the same from her lying position, so that we faced each other once again. This time, our legs were spread and our knees pulled up, exposing our pussies to one another. Hers glistened in the red light from the wetness, a waterfall of pleasure. She leaned in for a kiss, gently putting her tongue in my mouth to French kiss me, before speaking up.
"Have you ever tried scissoring before?"
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