How can you not quiver when you think of all the things a woman can do?
How can you not want to spend that extra moment of longing whilst you think and imagine of the tastes and sounds and visuals that come with two women clutching, writhing, moaning, scratching, bonding…coming.
The kiss, that deep longing kiss where the moistness from her lips causes you to become damp on yours.
Where her tongue sliding into yours is met with a moan and pure unadulterated longing.
And please know that comes in so many forms. It comes in the form of her running her hands over my back, my ass. Running them over my breasts as I anticipate her taking me and doing what she wants. Her tongue caresses my nipple and I use every core muscle I have to offer myself to her eager mouth.
As she strokes my thighs and I lie, my legs open wanting to swallow her offering whole but all she gives is little taste.
Dipping her fingers in
my entrance so shallow.
When she’s behind me, bringing me to my knees physically and emotionally.Controlling the pleasure I am allowed to feel. Grabbing at my waist, ass,my hips. Taking me to the brink while holding my hips so tightly that she stops me tipping over the edge.
I come bucking and clawing at the sheets. Screaming into the pillow so as not to expose to my roommate the nature of what we do. Shivering as the climax climbs through every inch of me causing my mind to evacuate the earthquake that is her body. My breasts rising and falling with the shortness of me breath, mouth slightly open. Vagina wet and my mind flooded with the view before me. Not sure if I came until she reaches down and tastes me.
Two fingers worth and I shudder.
And then you lie there, unable to move, the moment throbbing in your mind. She calls you back from the depths of my memory by enclosing my clitoris in the warmth of her mouth and beckoning me to create new flights of fantasy.