Dusk, the world around us starts to get a bit darker. We sit on the couch, eyes locked, smiling, enjoying each other's company. There's a faint rumbling outside, and a brief flash of light from time to time. A rhythmic drumming on the window, as rain starts hitting the glass. We talk about everything and nothing at all. Sitting, facing each other, our arms stretched across the back of the couch. I move to slightly change my position, and my fingers gently brush over yours. The first physical contact...
Everything stops momentarily. I blush, smile, and quickly look down. I don't know why I pick that moment to get shy with you, I've felt nothing but comfort, and ease since we sat down and started talking. I start feeling rather foolish for even getting embarrassed, which makes me blush even more. Just then, I feel your hand on my cheek. You're lifting my face so I'll look at you once more. "There's that blush that makes you look so beautiful."
All I can do is smile and quickly look away. I feel you moving closer. As your hand touches my face a second time, I bite my lip, and smile. You turn my face toward you yet again. Only this time, you're not only turning my head, your pulling me closer. I lock my eyes with yours for a split second before closing them and surrendering to your pull. Just as my teeth release my lower lip, I feel your warm soft lips press against it. A gentle kiss for my lower lip, and one for the upper. Then, softly, slowly, your tongue traces every curve, every contour of my lips, before sliding between them, parting them with such ease. My tongue slides forward to meet yours. Our tongues start to dance as our arms wrap around us, pulling us closer. So close, we feel as one. Fingers, hands roaming, sliding through hair, over soft warm skin. Sighing, taking in each other, as we kiss harder, the passion in us grows.
We pull apart from the kiss, breathing heavier, our eyes lock again. We're both smiling. We can almost see it in each other's eyes, the thoughts going through our minds. The smiles pretty much turn to grins, no more words need be spoken. Wanting to make the next move, mainly because you made the first, I lean forward, and start placing little kisses, nibbles, bites and sucks all the way up the side of your neck. I can feel and hear your breathing change, which causes a grin to spread across my face as I continue up your neck, to your earlobe. One hand runs fingers through my hair, as the other makes it's way down my back, and back up my side. I turn your face, and kiss your lips once more, before making my way back down your neck.
Just as my mouth makes it to your collar bone, I feel your hands slide up my shirt to my bra. I can feel your fingers fumble with the hooks as I continue to nibble and suck on your neck and collar bone. "You're not making this easy on me."
I look up at you and smile, "That's the entire point, my dear."
"Pure evil. Damn! You ARE a goddess!"
"Indeed," I kiss you again, and move to the other side of your neck. The softest moan escapes your lips. Hearing it sends noticeable chills over my body, which causes you to grin. You get the bra un-hooked, and slide it and my shirt off. I in turn, slide your shirt off, and we start kissing once again.
While kissing, you start pushing me back, laying me down. You begin exploring my body with your tongue, and lips. Kissing, nibbling, licking, and sucking your way down my neck, over my collar bone, down my chest. There's a pause at each nipple, to pay extra close attention to them. Your hands join the exploration. One hand cups around the breast that's being sucked, as the other drifts over to the unattended nipple, to pinch, and roll it. Heavy sighs and soft moans start to escape my parted lips, as my head rolls from side to side, my eyes closed. Your mouth moves over to the opposite breast, to give it the attention you gave the other. Your hand now pinching and rolling the other one.
Your hands start to trail themselves down my sides as you kiss your way back to the center of my chest. Your mouth starts descending down my belly, you can feel my tummy muscles tighten as your lips move slowly down, down, down. You pause at my belly button to lick a slow circle around it. You start moving further down, your hands undo the button and zipper of my jeans, and pull them open. I gasp as your mouth reaches the top of my panties. Your teeth grip it, and pull it down slightly. I open my eyes and lift my head to watch you. Your eyes lock with mine, I can feel the grin on your face. You don't stop your actions at all. Your hands grip the waistband of my jeans and start sliding them down. I'm more than happy to help you pull them off. The top of my panties still in your teeth, you pull them down a bit further before letting them go. Your tongue darts out and gives a quick lick across the now exposed flesh, causing me to gasp again.
You lift your head, and look up at me again, "God, Jenna! If you only knew how beautiful that sounds!" (Again, noticeable chills over my body, as I bite my lip, and let my head drop back.)
You move down and start kissing, and licking up my thighs. My legs just instinctively start to part, my breathing gets heavier. Your tongue moves slowly up, up, up, to the crook of my thigh, teasing me mercilessly. All I can do is softly moan and sigh. You move to the other side, and back down the opposite leg. Making your way back up, you switch from side to side, kissing, licking, sucking. Instead of moving to the side, your mouth presses into the lace and the smooth soft warm skin of my lips.
I moan a little louder, my hips roll forward, my legs spread further. Then your tongue drags along the lace. Gasping, "Oh God," comes flowing out of my mouth, as one hand reaches the back of your head. Your tongue presses harder, and moves slower. You move to the side, and your tongue pushes the lace out of the way a bit, so you can feel the soft, wet, hot, velvet skin you've been tasting through it. Sliding your tongue under the lace, you begin to trace the outside of my labia. Every now and then, as you get close to my clit, you hear my breathing get heavier. I gasp as you flick your tongue across it.