Emily makes love to my very soul.
She cups my face in both her hands and looks deeply into my eyes. She doesn’t utter a word. She doesn’t need to. I feel the love pouring from her and into me. She closes in and before even making contact, her eyes close in blissful anticipation. The moment her lips touch mine, my knees threaten to buckle as she kisses me romantically…deeply…..to the core of my being.
Long before her tongue has finished its delicate ballet with mine, I’m crying, the tears rolling down my face unchecked. Every movement she makes is prefaced with a silent question. “May I?”
Her hand cups my breast through my top. I push against it and her thumb grazes my erect nipple. Only the other day, we held one another and kissed like this for nearly three hours straight. Just kissing…a little light touching…a pressing together of our bodies. Ohhh…it was….unspeakably beautiful.
But today will be different. I know in my soul it will be.
Her hand slips delicately up under my t-shirt, and finds the firm warmth of my breast waiting for her. Meanwhile, deep within me, between my legs, there commences a soft urge that grows by the minute into an aching desire for her fingers…her tongue. I can feel myself opening up ready for her.
I know I will cum first. She always makes me cum first.
How did my top end up on the floor? I realise I was so lost in the sensations she’s making me feel I never felt her remove it. She reaches around me for the button on my skirt. I feel it fall to my ankles, and with it, the warmth and the scent of my arousal rise to meet us. I am desperate to undress her too, and perhaps that is transmitted on a wavelength only we two share. The top button at the back of her dress is already undone. How long do I take to unzip her to the waist? A second? Perhaps a week…or a month. Who knows? Softly, her silk dress falls and I find she too is bra-less today. I press my breasts against her.
I kiss her cheek and find it wet with her tears too. Finally, she finds her voice - but only just. Part whisper, part choked with emotion “Oh Anna - my love- you’re my world. I love you with every cell in my body.” She doesn’t need to tell me that. I already know. I try to reply, but my words are lost in pure, reciprocated emotion. It doesn’t matter.
She kisses with infinite slowness down my body until she kneels at my feet, then she simply kisses my panties from me. A memory stirred. Last year, New `Year’s Eve. I wore edible panties for a joke. By the time she ate them off me, they were liberally coated in my cream…and so they are today.
Gently, she urges me to my knees, and then onto my back. She parts my legs as gently as if she was seducing a virgin, and then kisses up both my thighs, first one, then the other until she arrives at my sex. Her tongue spreads my labia and finds my pert, erect clitoris. By the time a finger penetrates me, I’m almost there. She kisses up my body now, missing nothing…my mound…my belly button…my breasts and nipples….my neck before making gentle thrusting movements with her body, her arm between us and two fingers inside me. I reach for her bum and clasp her to me, raising my feet and crossing them over her back.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave on the sands. I cum loudly and long, and Emily rides me to perfection, extracting the very last contraction from my body. I cum so hard my tummy muscles ache.
And then it’s her turn. Her turn to be submissive. By the time I reach her vulva, I know she has already orgasmed once. The mere act of making me cum has made her orgasm along with me, but I can’t allow that to be all. I bury my face between her thighs and taste her. Her clit is hard, almost like it’s seeking my tongue. She loves me to suck it hard…..really hard. So of course, I do. Two fingers, yes of course, but not where you might imagine. Emily has taken a liking for anal stimulation and we have learned a new trick. Two of my fingers in her arse, and my thumb in her vagina. I feel the waves commence as she orgasms again.
Afterwards, we hold one another and kiss gently. Today has been an act of pure love. No strap-ones…no dildos…no role play or fantasies. No peeing on one another. Just pure, unadulterated love. The fact we are outside on a lawn as inconsequential as a passing cloud. That Dani could easily see us from the kitchen, of no matter whatsoever.
I don’t bother to dress when I return to the house, but when I do, Dani hugs me, her face wet with tears.
“That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.” I wonder for a moment if she is aroused…whether or not I should offer to help her, but instinctively I know that no, it would be to profane a beautiful moment. She is fulfilled enough by watching Emily and me make love. There is no need for more…
…for now.
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