I closed the door to the bathroom, and stood by the sink - examining my face in the mirror, eyes narrowed as I absorbed my features one at a time. Bright blue eyes shone cornflower flecked with silver beneath mascara coated lashes, my overly expressive brows knit together, my critical face looking more angry than anything. And that anger was solely directed at myself, I had no right to be here in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, lusting after the woman in the bedroom I'd just left...the woman that fascinated me so deeply. No right at all. My fingers ran absently through my pin straight auburn hair, it was fine like silk thread, and just as soft. I took a deep breath to center myself, wiped my forehead and under my eyes with a damp washcloth, and walked back into the bedroom.
Allyson was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, intently focused on whatever was on her phone screen. As I crossed the room and sat down in front of her on the bed, she raised her astonishing fern green eyes to meet mine and gave me her signature smirk. "Are you okay," she asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow coyly.
"Yeah, of course," I replied, finding it hard to wrap my mouth around even the smallest monosyllabic words, my cheeks aflame with my animalistic hunger for the beauty sitting in front of me. For a few moments, I just sat and drank her in, listening to her breathing, watching those remarkable eyes dart back and forth as she read on. I laid down, resting my head on her thigh and curled myself around her outstretched leg while I waited for her to finish her current activity. Without too much thought I idly began to run my left hand up and down her right thigh, simply enjoying the intimacy and closeness we only felt with each other. It was safe and familiar. Her body heat was comforting, goosebumps began to raise on her silky skin as I traced random shapes and patterns along the most sensitive parts of her softly olive hued inner thigh. My touch electrified her - somehow I hadn't noticed she'd put her phone on the nightstand, and she was watching me caress her with laser focus. I took another moment to appreciate her extraordinary features: her full, Cupid's bow lips, her high and regal cheekbones, those unbelievable eyes, flecked with gold and hazel, the freckle only I had ever noticed, and the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen on a female.
"You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my life," I sighed in awe. She reached down and grasped my chin, and lowered her head to press her luscious lips to mine. An involuntary moan escaped my throat as her hands made their way down my torso, her nimble and delicate fingers fondling my voluptuous breasts over my thin cotton tee shirt. Our tongues danced, the kiss deepened and more lascivious noises continued to pour from our parted lips into each other's mouths. There was a moist heat radiating from between my legs, and from my place between her legs I could feel a matching rise in temperature.
Without shifting the power balance that had already been established, I sat myself up so we could access each other more easily and she used this adjustment to slide a hand under my shirt. Her fingers on the sensitive skin over my ribs sent shockwaves of need straight down to my throbbing clit and dripping wet pussy. I was certain there was a puddle on the sheets beneath me. With the confidence only experience brings, I slid my hands all the way up her inner thigh, and my right middle finger deftly parted her lips so I could glide my right index finger through the delicious juices pouring from her feverishly glistening slit. Once my fingers were slick and coated with sweet, musky honey, I began to slowly and deliberately rub them in a circular motion over her swollen clit. Her back arched and her hips thrust instinctively into my hand, and she moaned in ecstasy.
This response was a high I lived for, and my own hips involuntarily rocked in response, in time with hers, like rehearsed choreography. She noticed I was lost to my blind, single-minded pursuit of mutual pleasure, and she expertly moved my position again so that I was on my back, and she knelt between my legs. I barely had the ability to register what was happening as she put my feet on the mattress, my legs spread eagled, and she leaned in to run her velvet tongue down the soaked opening between my lips, and I cried out. For the first time I couldn't even soften the erotic scream that her mouth generated. It didn't matter how many times I experienced the sensations of her skillful hands and talented mouth on my most sensitive erogenous zones...every single time I was shaken anew by her otherworldly abilities. She continued to lick, rub, and finger her way to my very soul, and it was all I could do to hold on to the edge of the earth as the intensity of her assault sent me soaring into orbit. Each time I approached climax she would slow me down and deny the release...the orgasm building would unmake the world, I was certain of it.
Finally, after what felt like five eternities, she didn't slow or deny the wave she built -- and as I felt my soul leave my body, she said, "Who's pussy is this?" I felt every cell in my body explode, I saw supernovas, the creation of new galaxies and universes. Vaguely I heard myself shriek, "Yours! It's yours, I'm yours!" And it didn't end, she kept rubbing my absurdly sensitive clit, I squirted over and over as she gave me orgasm after back to back orgasm. I was fully at her mercy, and I felt as she grew more and more aroused. Finally, she let me sit up, and it was my turn to savor her body with my mouth. She was in for an otherworldly experience of her own...I began to bite and suck on her nipples, roughly grabbing her breasts as I devoured her like I'd been fasting for weeks, and she was my first meal. I licked my way down her beautiful body, savoring the taste of her skin and the delicious gasps and moans she made as I toyed with her. Once I settled myself between her legs so I could bury my face in her delectable, perfect pussy...it was my turn to make her scream.
Nothing in this world has ever affected me the way her body responding to my mouth and the way her cries and sultry giggles right before she climaxes have affected me. I could die happy immediately after making her squirt with my tongue, and honestly every time I made her cum I was coming right along with her. As I licked and sucked, fingered, rubbed, and played with the picturesque goddess laid out before me, I worshipped every inch of her silken skin and her velour pussy...her body was the stuff of all my x-rated fantasies in one immaculate human. One I would do quite literally anything in this world for.
When the last aftershocks of her fifth orgasm finally subsided, I laid down next to her, our legs entwined and our arms encircling each other tenderly. We were both fantastically spent and sated, our bodies covered in sweat, our muscles loose and relaxed, feeling an exquisite exhaustion. A nap in the arms of the women we love was exactly what we needed in that moment of unparalleled comfort and bliss.
It isn't often we get to lose ourselves in each other this way, so when we can it's precious - rare, a treasure. And since we'd denied ourselves for so long, this time was especially well earned and overdue. Nothing could take this elation, this mutual euphoric rapture away from us.
When two beings are intertwined the way we are, the magnetism is an unstoppable force of nature.