Fiction: Exploration

You gently hug me from behind, blowing into my hair, kissing my nape. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I feel the most pleasurable sensations. Your hands seek my hips, caressing them softly. I sigh. You turn me around and look deep into my eyes. My heart stops.

You take my fingers and kiss them deeply. You linger over each finger, taking your time, tasting them. I feel a warm dampness between my legs.

Your left arm is firmly secured around my hips, keeping me close to your body. Your right is making love to my fingers. The dampness between my legs grows. Every fibre of my being yearns for more.

I press my hips against you, letting you know, subtly, that I want more. You take my hint. You reluctantly release my hand and move on. You move up my arms, kissing, nibbling. You kiss my shoulders, my neck. You kiss the top of my breasts. My breasts swell in response.

You nuzzle my cleavage, taking in my scent. My arousal peaks. You are in no mood to hurry. You move from my cleavage to the side of my breast. You kiss it. And then, you bury your face under my arms and take in my scent, a heady mix of perfume and me. I am in heaven.

Our bodies glisten with a fine layer of sweat, sweat that results from the heat of our passion. We are still fully dressed. You seem determined to make me climax with just your lips/fingers. You lift my tee and caress my waist. You probe my navel with your thumb.

I buckle under you. My desire is now peaking. My body needs to be satisfied. I hold you tight and say, “take me.” You smile and say, “Not so soon, my love.”

You gently lay me back on the bed & flick your tongue across my navel. I draw in a sharp breath. You hold my hips firmly with both your hands and kiss it, a deep, intense and wet kiss. My womanhood explodes in a million colours.

Tears of joy threaten to flow. I don’t hold them back. My fingers are in your hair, playing with them as my body responds to your touch. Your fingers caress the abdomen just below my navel. You tug the pants down and touch my most intimate folds. The touch pushes me over the edge. You feel the intensity of my climax.

You quickly put your left arm around my shoulder and bring me close. As my breasts meet your chest, I let myself go. You then bring your lips to mine, smothering me with your passion as I experience the most intense orgasm in a very long time.

Exhausted, I fall back on the bed. You smile, kiss me again and say, “We’re just getting started my darling.” And my body tenses again.