Between the Sheets

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She let her robe fall from her shoulders. Her eyes were focused on mine as she removed her clothes. We’d seen each other in the buff before. I’d seen her atop J’s cock and she’d seen me sprawled on the bed deep throating her husband. Despite all of that, this is the first time I saw her a little nervous as she removed her clothing. Her eyes spoke of a want for approval with every inch of skin that she revealed to me. I walked to her side of the bed, eyes still locked in hers.

In moments, she was naked before me. I smiled at her, letting my finger trace her hairline. “You’re beautiful, T. Let me hold you.” I pressed my lips to hers just to feel the warmth from her body for a moment. The chill of the room made us both anxious to climb into bed. She pulled back the covers and I unfastened my bra sliding into the bed behind her.

T rolled to face me and said, “I can’t believe you’re here. Actually, I can’t believe that the guys AREN’T here.” They always joked that they’d never be farther away than the nearest television with a game on. We knew they really meant they’d have the game on only loud enough to make us think they were watching, while their ears were to the door of our room.

We talked briefly about why she’d been feeling down. I lay there next to her as she looked up, talking to me but not making eye contact. I ran my fingers thru her hair. I played gingerly with her earring and then earlobe. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. Her telling of her story became broken. She started to repeat herself when I kissed her neck, just below her earlobe. My kisses continued down her neck to her clavicle.

Her story stopped. She didn’t feel sexy. I could fix that.

I pulled the covers back to our waists. We needed much less warmth atop us than before. Her nipples were already hard from my kisses down her neck. Just to outline the shape of her breast with my cupped hand sent chills down her spine and let me sink into the setting we were creating. I sat up slightly to lean over her. I kissed and suckled her breasts gently, letting my tongue massage and tease her nipples. My hands traced the silouette of her body, down to her hips.

I let my hands remain at her hips for a moment, and then began tracing my fingertips down her outer thighs. All the while, my lips were focused on her beautiful bosom and full lips. I wanted desperately to sit atop her and let her lick me, but it wasn’t my afternoon. It was hers.

I began a journey downward with my kiss. I let my tongue trace down her abdomen and gave her deep, pressing kisses around her belly button and below. I nibbled about her hip bones and let my fingertips roam her inner thighs, refusing to go near her mound though she rose to me on several occasions as my hair brushed over her body.

I was still next to her now, though I pivoted to have my feet at her head. My lips were poised to focus on the growing moisture and heat that rose from her pussy. I could smell her scent as I got closer. My own wetness became overwhelming from her aroma.

I pushed her legs apart. I took her outer lips into my mouth bit by bit, nibbling and sucking them. I reached the peak of them at the the top of her mound. I parted her lips slightly with my fingertips so that I could at last lick the growing knot of her clit. I arched my tongue as I ran the length of it across her clit, so that she might feel the tiniest abrasion of my taste buds upon her. It was the gentlest of my aggravations, before she would climax.

I nibbled more gently, now inside her full lips. I cupped my lips over my teeth before I took her into my mouth that my bite and lick were both smooth as she felt them. Long, teasing licks coupled with faster, more intense licks at the peak of her mound. She moaned deeply and held my long hair back from my face that she might lean up in bed and watch me.

I wet my fingers in the juices of my own pussy and then entered her with them. Her breath became erratic. I felt for the swollen tissue inside her that would ignite in a moment. I continued my focus on her clit and let my licks trace down to feel my fingers inside her, licking the warm, muscular opening that J had raved about weeks before. Now, I could feel her inner folds around my fingers. They were tightening. My tongue danced in horseshoe shapes across her clit and back again. My fingers found that mound of tissue inside her and it began to harden.

Her breath paused, anticipating. She let out a deep, loud moan that turned to a siren’s call as she came. I felt her juices flow freely around my fingers and my tongue. I drank of them for a moment and then turned back to see the flush of her face as she relaxed.

And, then…we had cake.

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