Sapphic Voices Erotica

How Long

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

How long does it take a person to learn to love again? To want to love again? For some, is it even a possibility? How long before an untrusting heart is willing to chance letting someone inside again? Can it even happen? How long do you wait to find out?

These are the thoughts that run through my mind as I hold you in my arms. I can feel the warmth of your bare skin pressing against mine; your hair covers my shoulder in a curtain of soft silk. Our legs are tangled together underneath the covers; your soft, slow breathing is evidence of your sleep. Not an inch of space exists between our bodies, yet there is still such a distance between our hearts.

I lay awake beside you in the dark and replay in my mind the events of our night. It is no different than any other night we’ve spent together. In fact, it is exactly the same. It is beautiful and perfect and the only time in my life when I am complete. But it is not enough. You don’t know yet. You haven’t seen it.

Distance is our enemy; the physical miles which separate us are almost as painful to me as the emotional. Fortunately for us our bodies communicate and trust much better than our hearts; they have no difficulty expressing themselves, no unspoken fears to overcome. So when you arrived at my house that evening, it was no surprise that polite small talk and all other social graces were left at the door.

You were in my arms before the door finished closing, and the minute your lips touched mine the rest of the world ceased to exist. All I knew was the feel of your mouth under mine, our tongues reaching out to greet and welcome one another. Your arms reached around my neck to bring me closer into you. I am lost in your kiss … my head is reeling, my heart pounding, the only air filling my lungs is yours.

My hands slide up into your hair and I smile into our kiss, slowly pulling my mouth away from yours. I open my eyes and see you smiling back at me; I am mesmerized by that sparkle in your beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes … they are like another universe, a world in which I could live forever … they are what first drew me to you. It’s odd, that seeing a picture of a complete stranger could have more impact on me than that of countless others I’ve met face to face. I had no idea who you were, yet I could not look away and no matter how hard I tried – and I did try - I could not forget your image, your eyes. I could not ignore the fact that you had touched a place in me I didn’t know existed.

I pull you into my arms, burying my face in your neck and drowning in the scent of you. I love you so much. “I’ve missed you so much,” I breathe into your skin. “I’ve missed you too.” I raise my head and gaze down into your smile once again.

You take my breath away when you smile at me like that. Do you even know you have that effect on me? I don’t think you do. “Are you tired?” I ask. “No,” you reply, shaking your head as that amazing smile grows even wider. “Hungry?” I can’t resist asking. “Mm-hmm.” I lower my head and my mouth covers yours again, my hands moving up and tangling in your hair, holding you as close to me as possible. I want to be in your skin … I want to climb inside of you, take all of my love for you and pour it over your heart. I want you to feel it, to feel me … to let me in.

I untangle my hands from your hair and slide them around to the front of your shoulders, grabbing hold of your jacket and pulling it down off of your arms. I want you so badly, every part of me is alive and aching and on fire for your touch … but more than anything I want to show you how I feel, I want you to see it. I need you to see me and know what I know.

After some frantic shrugging the jacket finally makes its way to the floor. We are still kissing, though it is now filled with some laughter and smiles. God, I love kissing you. I could kiss you forever and it would still not be long enough. You make my head spin … no one has ever had that effect on me before.

My hands have just begun their work; you still have on far too many clothes for what I have in mind. I’m now set on unfastening the buttons of your jeans. I push your torso gently away from mine to accomplish this task, and after successfully getting the buttons undone I pull your shirt out from where it had been so neatly tucked in. The feel of your bare skin underneath my hands makes me crazy. It has been far too long since I’ve held you and touched you, and I make a valiant effort to hold on to some small shred of self-control.

Up and over with the shirt, sliding it down your arms, and it falls to rest on the floor beside the jacket. My hands are starving for you; I can’t get enough of touching you and they roam your back and sides. My mouth leaves yours now and moves to cover your neck. I love this soft place, the way your skin tastes here, the feel of your muscles tensing under my mouth and tongue. I smell your perfume and vivid images of our past love making flash through my mind. Will you see this time? Will you believe what I believe?

The soft sounds you are making tell me that I’m doing something right. Your hands are touching me everywhere, making it almost impossible to stay focused on you the way I want to. I move a hand around your waist, to the front of your jeans and I slide it inside … I never in my life imagined not wearing underwear could be sexy until the day I met you. And on you, it is beyond sexy.

I need my mouth on yours again. I reach my free hand up to hold you in place as I hungrily kiss you. I am ravenous for every single inch of you, inside and out. My hand in your jeans moves to touch you, and when I finally reach the center of your heat and wetness I am undone. I want to be inside of you so badly. Inside your body, your skin, your heart and your soul. Can you feel these things I want? Do you know how badly I want them, how much I treasure them? That I would give anything to touch you in these sacred places?

I break our kiss and pull my hand free of your jeans. “Come here.” I take hold of your wrist and lead you into the bedroom. Once there, it is an unspoken race to remove our clothing and then we are on the bed, kissing and touching and it is bliss and I want it to last forever.

I roll you over and cover your body with mine, our mouths and tongues still fighting for domination. Begging for submission. You feel like heaven underneath of me … your arms wrapped tight around my neck, our legs intertwined. Every single sense I have is alive and filled with you. You are everything and more to me.

I am kissing you, your mouth, your neck … my hands are everywhere, not wanting to miss touching any single part of you. Your skin is so soft and so warm, and smells so uniquely of you … can you feel my love soaking in through this precious skin? Will you let it reach your heart? Let it inside?

My mouth and tongue continue their journey downward, covering your breasts and showering them with love. Of all the ways I’ve ever touched you, this is one of my most favorites. I love my mouth on your breasts … I love the way you feel under my tongue … I love the way your body moves under mine while I have my mouth on you.

Further down, over your stomach, licking and kissing my way, unable to get enough of you … the way you feel … the way you smell … until I am finally between your legs with my arms wrapped around your hips. Then I am tasting you and touching you and pouring all that I am and all that I have into loving you. You are a combination of heat and silk against my tongue and I am starving for you. I could live the rest of my life in this place, loving you … until time no longer exists.

My hand moves from your hip to join my mouth, then I am inside of you, and your hands are in my hair pulling me closer to you. I do not know where you end and I begin anymore … I am home. My heart and my soul are complete. You are the only one.

I can feel the tension building inside of you, and you are drawing me further into you, holding me tight … I do not stop what I am doing to you until I feel you exploding underneath of me and you are lost in that moment, traveling across the skies. Do you see? Can you feel it? Trust me. Trust me with your heart the way you trust me with your body.

Slowly you come back to me and I am there, holding you and gently kissing you. I smile, asking you if you’re still hungry. “Yes,” you reply, your voice softened from your recent journey and the late hour. “Later. You’re tired. Let’s sleep awhile.” I know you will sleep if I let you, and I just want to hold you right now.

You push me over onto my back, laying your head on my shoulder and sliding a leg in between mine. “Just 10 minutes or so, ok.” I am smiling into the darkness at this comment. “Yeah. Ok.” I love you.

I feel your heart beating against mine, hear your soft breathing as you inhale and exhale … I am where I was meant to be. I wrap my arms around you and close my eyes, feeling peace inside for the first time since the last time I held you. I don’t sleep. I rarely do. I don’t want to miss a second of you. Our time together is too precious and too short.

The movement of your hand against my cheek brings me back to reality. “Did I fall asleep?” “Yes, you did.” You move the leg which is resting between mine, pushing it up into me. “I’m still hungry, you know.” “Really?” I reply. “Yes. Starving.”

I want you to touch me. I want to feel all of you all over me, inside and outside. But not just yet. “I’m not done with you. I want another turn,” I tell you, pulling you on top of me and smiling. “How long?” you ask me. The answer is right there … crystal clear; there is nothing else to say. “As long as it takes.”

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