Sapphic Voices Erotica

Amelia

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

Amelia stands at my cluttered kitchen sink drinking tap water from the last clean glass. A rivulet of sweat escapes from her hairline and winds its way past her earlobe. Likewise, a few dribbles of water course down her chin and leave darkened circles on her shirt. She tilts her head back, exposing the workings of her throat.

I’ve watched Amelia do lots of things in the weeks I’ve known her – eat, ride a bike, drive a car, but this act is by far the most erotic. I want nothing more that to leave my perch, leaning against the counter, and put my lips on the chords of her neck and taste the salt of her sweat. I’m not exactly surprised to find that I have already removed my glasses and that my feet are moving.

I put my hand on her hip, startling her, and I quickly kiss her neck, as if I had a right to do it. She stops drinking. I relieve her of the glass with my other hand, and put it in the sink. Her gaze follows the glass, giving me access to her ears and that streak of salt along her cheek.

She begins to speak, perhaps to protest or move, but my hands are firm on her hips. Before she can coordinate an escape I trace her red ear with my sunburned lips and have the final satisfaction of sampling the perspiration at Amelia’s hairline with quick flicks of my tongue. I release my grip to allow her flight, not wanting to compound my transgressions. At least I will have had this much, if nothing else.

She moves, not away from me as I expected, but towards me, slipping sun heated forearms around my waist. She tilts her head back and fixes me with a look, not one I’m familiar with – a mischievous smile. Her eyes are focused on my mouth. I clearly see the green and brown gold flecks in her hazel eyes. She glances furtively at me, meeting my gaze, and then returns her attention to my mouth. She kisses me, drawing my lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it. Her hands explore my ass, grasp my cheeks and pull me closer. My mouth opens easily to her explorations. I have to hold onto the counter with one hand to keep from losing my balance. My other hand finds purchase on her neck, my fingers tangle in her copper tresses.

I know the sounds filling the room, building in intensity, are mine. My hips, spurred my Amelia’s hands on my ass, rock and rub against her pelvis. I’m wet and dizzy, losing my mind and control of my body.

Amelia’s hands leave my ass, and I miss them. She unbuttons my pants, unzips them, and slips her hands into the front of my jeans. I close my eyes and hang onto the sink behind me. I wait for her half-moon fingers to provoke and intensify my ache, release it.

She finds me sopping wet, and murmurs something. I feel her body move, and open my eyes to see her kneel in from of me. She’s removed her hand from my underwear and is now pulling my pants over my hips – panties included, all the way down to my ankles. She stands back up, slips her fingers into me, slips her other arm around me, and begins to fuck me. She observes me intently. I close my eyes, unable to watch her watching me lose myself . I wonder how she can fuck me and rub my clit at the same time in this position. My thoughts dissolve as I accept my role as puppet - her fingers dictating the nonsense sounds coming from a body I don’t own anymore. She covers my mouth with her own, and I pour out all my pleasure. It echoes between us.

My knees buckle as I come. To keep me upright Amelia presses me to the sink with her body. Relentlessly she flicks her small fingers against the walls of my vagina, making me cry out louder. I find my voice and beg her to stop. She stops moving grudgingly. I grit my teeth as the spasms around her fingers slow. I open my eyes as the contractions subside; her sparkling eyes and sly smile greet me. She raises her copper brows questioningly and slides her fingers out slowly.

Amelia pops one of those same fingers into her mouth. Smiling around her stolen mouthful, she removes it then offers it to me. She pushes each of her slick finger slowly into my willing mouth. I suck and lick them shamelessly. I am lost in her curious gaze as her tongue lazily works at the sticky corners of her lips, which is now the most erotic thing I’ve seen her do.

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