Saturday morning Jordan and I woke snuggled in each other's arms. It was strange for me while also being delightful. The aroma of our combined musk was sweet as it lingered despite switching beds.
When I opened my eyes, my new/old love smiled.
I smiled back, asking her, half joking, "Still here?"
She laughed, "Where am I supposed to go, you silly goose?"
I giggled, "Back to your bed?"
She looked at me, and I knew she wasn't kidding, "Not for at least six months, kitten. You're stuck with me."
"I could think of worse things."
"Mmm, me too. Shower or more stress relief, my insatiable kitten?"
"I think more stress relief. I want to explore that buff body of yours. You know, I hadn't noticed how buff you are over the past couple of weeks, Jordan."
She grinned, "You flatter me, sweetie. I take care of myself. It's the only body I have, and I treat it like a temple."
I giggled, "May I worship at your temple?'
Jordan purred, "As much as you want, kitten. As long as I get to reciprocate."
In unison, we said, "It's only fair."
We laughed as I moved my face over her breasts to begin nursing.
Jordan was delighted with my handy work. I was a quick study recalling what she liked while thinking of new ways to arouse her. She enjoyed what I was doing, complimenting me and telling me what to do. There was something about her breasts that enchanted me. I could suckle and nurse them for hours and still not have enough.
Well, Jordan had other ideas about where my face should be. A gentle coaxing and I headed South over those taut abs, pausing long enough to play with her belly piercing. I licked and toyed with it for about a minute, and before my lover could nudge me further, I ventured between her legs.
I tossed the covers over me so they rested mainly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Jordan had that worried look as if I weren't going to go through with what we both thought I would do. Gordon had gone down on me a few times, never really bringing me to a climax with that alone. I'd never done it to a woman; however, I tasted Jordan last night, which wasn't disgusting.
I dipped below her vagina to start from her calves and go up. I'd read somewhere that the backs of the knees were erogenous zones. So, I began kissing the back of Jordan's right knee. She seemed to enjoy it, so I continued with the left.
Jordan had her head propped up on a pillow to watch me. I found that to be arousing in itself. Gordon and I rarely, if ever, had lights on or made love in anything but the dark.
After wetting both legs with saliva, I worked to the promised land, a bare vagina. Jordan was everything I wasn't as far as a sexual being. She fascinated me in so many ways. I could see her breasts rising and falling over her mound as she breathed, anticipating my first attempt at cunnilingus. I was scared I'd screw it up. However, in the back of my mind, I knew Jordan wouldn't let me do that.
It was her orgasm, and I doubted she'd fake one to make me feel good. She wanted me to succeed, and we had six months to improve and perfect our lovemaking. Why waste time?
I began with a flat tongue coating the outside of her labia. Just like a cat licking itself after a meal. Long slow paintbrush movements from bottom to top. Each time I looked for approval from Jordan, her smile reassured me she was enjoying what I was doing.
On one lick, I saw her stick out her tongue rolling it sideways. I took the hint, curling it, then pressing it inside my love. I heard a moan, so I continued exploring in various ways. My tongue had never felt such warmth and wetness before. After a few minutes, I raised her ass with my hands. Her legs spread wider, allowing me to dive deeper. I explored more, darting back and forth inside her. I moved the tip of my tongue up, encountering her swollen clit.
Jordan praised me with a 'good girl, so I focused my attention there. I was getting into it as I toyed with her hard nub and drank her nectar. I felt Jordan's fingers press my face into her, nearly causing me to stop breathing through my nose.
She realized what she was doing and then lightened her touch. I felt she was close, and my cheeks were soaked. I'd been doing this for a long time, in my opinion, so I concentrated on her clit. It didn't take long before my head was clamped tight in Jordan's crotch.
Her reaction was something I'll never forget. She practically screamed my name and used so many f-bombs I thought the neighbors might hear and call the police. Jordan suddenly trembled, bucked, and soaked me with her juices. She rolled back and forth, praising me along with god, adding a few more f-bombs for good measure.
When she came back to earth, she took a handful of my hair to tug me up to her. She devoured my lips with her mouth over and over again. Jordan released me when she'd had enough, still panting from her climax.
She looked amazed when she asked, "You've never done that before? Come on. Nobody is that good their first time, kitten."
I beamed, "I made it up as I went along. I did good?"
"You little tease, you know you did. Holy crap, baby. I wish I had acted before my brother! You keep surprising me, and I love that. Let's shower. I have a surprise for you, sweetness."
Jordan kissed me one more time before we got out of bed. She held my face in her palms and licked herself from my face. It was a little kinky and very delightful.
We headed to the main bathroom, where I got the water up to a pleasant temperature. We stepped in, both giggling as we bumped each other out of the water stream. We talked as we washed each other's hair, discussing the previous night and what we'd done. Neither of us had any regrets about what had happened. With our hair washed, we washed each other's bodies with my gel. I shut the water off as we soaped each other down. Once we were all soapy, I turned it back on to rinse off. I used the shower massage to clear Jordan of the suds, then passed it to her. She reciprocated, then handed the massager back to me. As I faced the shower head with Jordan behind me, I replaced the massager in its holder. As I stood on my tip-toes, I felt Jordan's hands on my inner thighs, pressing them out. I looked over my shoulder but was told sternly to place my hands against the shower tiles and spread my legs. You know, like criminals do on television when told they would be searched.
