Sapphic Voices Erotica

The Storm

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

We ran up the steps of the porch, laughing as the rain poured down on us. A bright flash of lightning explode in the sky behind us, followed quickly by the loud boom of thunder. My body trembled, but not from the cool rain covering me; I could feel the static electricity in the air running over my arms and shoulders. I felt as if something deep and primal inside of me was coming to life for the first time.

When we neared the door, she turned to me and our laughter slowly faded. I reached for the handle and pulled the door open for her, letting her pass through first. I followed her into the darkness, pulling the door closed behind us.

“Just a second, I’ll light some candles,” I told her, opening the drawer of the television cabinet. I reached in, feeling around for the box of matches. Finally, my wet hand connected with the tiny box and pulled it out. I opened it, striking a match into flame. Over the small flare of light, I could see her face. I lost my breath for a moment at the beauty I saw there, then turned to begin lighting the candles in the room.

Finally I lit the last candle and held the match up, softly blowing it out. The smell of sulfur lingered in the room for a few moments, slowly being replaced by the pleasant and soothing scent of vanilla.

When I turned around, I saw her moving towards me, almost as if in slow motion. She took the matches from my hand and set them down on the coffee table. Water was dripping from our hair and our clothes, puddling onto the floor under our feet.

“I want to dance with you,” she whispered, taking my hands and moving me to the middle of the room.
“There’s no music,” I replied.

“We don’t need any,” was all she said, gently pulling my body against hers.

She moved my arms up, draping them loosely around her neck. I felt her hands move slowly down my back to settle on my hips. We began to move together, listening to the rain, the thunder, and the beating of our hearts.

“You smell so incredibly good,” she breathed into my neck. This action sent shivers coursing up and down my entire body. “Thanks.” I felt like a teenager again, struck mute by the feelings overwhelming my mind and body.

She lowered her head and began placing her lips against my neck, not kissing, just softly brushing my skin. I could feel her tongue then, lightly licking my neck, up and down. My head began to spin and I could not seem to expel the breath held tightly in my lungs no matter how hard I tried.

“You taste good, too,” she said. I couldn’t find my voice to respond to her and she raised her head to look at me. “Breath,” she whispered, with a smile.

I released the air that I’d been holding so tightly inside, watching her dark eyes sparkle in the candlelight, breathing in her scent, feeling the heat of our bodies through our soaking wet clothes. The electricity in the air was becoming unbearable, no longer generated just from the storm outside; I wanted to tear our clothes off and drown myself in her skin. All of my senses were intensely, excruciatingly alive for the first time ever.

My hands slid from her shoulders, up into her long, wet hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers. I eventually made the mistake of looking down at her mouth which drew my eyes like a magnet. I could not resist them as I felt my mouth moving towards hers. My lips brushed against hers so softly, I wasn’t sure I’d even touched them.

Her hands tightened around my waist, bringing me closer against her. My grip in her hair tightened and I moved her face closer to mine, pulling our mouths firmly together. She opened her mouth under my mine and I felt the tip of her tongue snake out to run across my bottom lip. I groaned, parting my lips wider to allow her entrance.

Her tongue slid into my mouth, moving against mine, stoking it, sucking it. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t think; I thought I was going to die from her kiss.

Her hands slid underneath my wet top; my skin burned where she touched me. She began to softly run her hands up and down my back, then my sides. They moved around my waist and her thumbs began to massage my stomach.

She slowly slid her hands out from under my shirt, moving to grasp the bottom edge of the material. She raised her mouth from mine. “Let’s take this off before you catch a cold.” I let her pull the wet shirt up and over my head, leaving me clad in only my wet bra.

“Your turn,” I replied, slowly opening the buttons of her shirt one by one. Much to my pleasant surprise, she was not wearing a bra. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen; her breasts were perfect: full, round, soft. I could see her nipples stiffen as the cool air moved over them. Her skin was golden brown, everywhere. My heart was beating so quickly and so loudly; I shook my head to try and clear it of the dark haze of lust which was quickly filling it. She raised her hand and placed it against my cheek, drawing my eyes up to hers. I could feel the same hunger inside of me that I saw reflected in her eyes.

“Where’s your bedroom,” she asked me. “This way,” I answered, taking her hand and leading her down the hall. I picked up one of the candles we passed by to light our way.

“Here,” I stated simply, as we entered the room. I lit the other candles in the room then returned to stand in front of her. She had moved to sit on the edge of the bed and remove her sandals.

“Come here, we need to get the rest of our wet things off.” She reached out and tugged on my belt, pulling me closer to the bed. “Is this ok?” she asked, looking up at me with her jet black eyes. She was totally unaffected by her own nakedness, but not of the affect she was having on me.

“Yes.”

She loosened my belt then leaned down to remove my shoes. Tossing them aside, she went back to work on my jeans. Snap, zip, and they were open, being pulled down my legs. I was left standing there in only my bra and panties; I could feel myself begin to tremble, but it was not from the cold.

She rose from the bed to stand in front of me, leaning in to kiss me. I kissed her back, deeply, slowly, then pulled away, breathing hard. My blood was literally on fire; my mind was reeling. “Please take these off…now,” I said, frantically reaching down to fumble with her zipper. I felt her hands move on mine, pulling on the zipper, then her jeans joined mine on the floor. She stood in her lace panties, looking at me questioningly. “Those too,” I told her, mesmerized by her eyes; they held mine as she bent to pull her panties off and toss them aside.

For the umpteenth time that night, I could not find my breath. I could feel the heat rolling off her body, see her pulse pounding in the vein of her neck. “You are so incredibly beautiful,” I finally breathed.

She smiled then, pulling me against her. “My turn,” she said, spinning us around so the bed was pressing into the back of my knees. Her hands roamed up and down my back, over my shoulders, mapping every muscle with her hands. Her eyes captured and held mine while her hands moved around to tease my stomach. They moved up to the clasp on the front of my bra and she paused; her eyes searching mine. “Don’t stop,” I said.

She unclasped my bra and slowly opened it, then slid it down my arms. “Fuck,” she whispered. She moved to kneel in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist and placing kisses all over my stomach. I was so incredibly aroused, I almost exploded the moment I first felt her lips touch my skin. Her hands moved to my hips, fingers sliding under the sides of my panties. She slowly looked up at me, then began to pull them down. I stepped out of them and stood naked before her, scared to death but yet so incredibly alive.

She looked up at me one last time, then stood up, sliding her body against every inch of mine on her way. She lowered her mouth to mine once again and whispered, “You…are…so…fucking…hot.” Then her tongue drove into my mouth, stroking, sliding, devouring. Her hands slid down my back, over my waist, settling on my ass. She pulled me into her, grinding her center hard against me.

She carefully lowered me down onto the bed; I scooted up to the headboard and she followed, her body immediately covering mine, her mouth covering mine once again. Her skin was like silk against me, so smooth and soft; I could feel her nipples pressing into me, the most incredible thing I’d ever felt. Her hair hung over our faces, shielding us in a dark veil of privacy. She rose above me then, pulling my hands up over my head and holding them there. Her knees moved in between mine, settling between my things. At that moment, I was hotter and wetter than I had ever been in my entire life.

She dragged her mouth away from mine, moving down my neck, licking and sucking, driving me crazy with desire. She moved to my ear, sucking on the lobe, sliding her tongue inside. “What do you want?” she whispered into my ear.

“Anything…everything,” I moaned back. I felt her hips grinding against me and couldn’t stop my body from responding the same. I couldn’t move my arms; her hands were still holding mine prisoner above my head.

I felt her smile against my neck and then she began to make her way down to my breasts. She stretched her body out on mine, grinding into me again. She began to kiss my breasts softly, teasing all around them, then moved her tongue out to lick a nipple. She flicked her tongue over and around it several times, then pulled it into her hot mouth, sucking hard. She moved over to the other nipple to give it the same attention, while moving her hand up to caress the one she’d just left. This treatment went on forever, I was going insane. I was drenched now and the throbbing in my center was killing me.

She finally released my arms and I immediately brought them down to tangle in her hair, pulling her head against my breasts, not wanting her to stop what she was doing to me.

She continued to move down my body, licking and kissing all over my stomach. Her tongue slid into my navel, then withdrew, over and over again. Lower and lower her mouth moved, until she reached the narrow hair line leading into my wetness. I could feel her hot breath on me, and as I looked down her dark eyes moved up to meet mine. Our eyes held as her mouth lowered to my center. Her tongue snaked out to taste the juices coating my lower lips. Then her tongue moved deeper, spreading my lips, licking up and down, sucking me. Her mouth moved up to my clit, which by now was very swollen and aroused. She sucked it into her mouth, then began to lick it with the flat of her tongue, back and forth, up and down, making me through my head back and cry out her name, begging her not to stop.

I felt her fingers push inside of me, slowly moving in and out, then gradually faster, keeping pace with her tongue. I could feel the explosion begin to build inside of me. The knot of hunger started where her mouth devoured me, and skyrocketed up my spine, shattering in my brain. It was like a shower of sparks spread through and over my body, setting every nerve on fire. My body was hers, totally and completely, and more than that, she had touched my very soul where no one had ever been before. I could not breathe or think for what seemed like an eternity.

She began to kiss her way back up my body, stopping when she reached my mouth. “Are you ok?" she asked me softly. “Very ok,” I answered, pulling her mouth down to mine, reveling in my taste on her tongue. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, slowly, moving my own against hers, running it across her teeth before pulling out to run across her sexy, full bottom lip.

I slid my hands down to her ass, pulling her into me as far as possible. I could feel how hot and wet she was. I wrapped my legs around her hips and pushed up into her wetness, getting as close to her as I could. Then pulling a leg up and around hers for momentum, I rolled her over. As I settled on top of her silky, firm body, all I could think of was that I had entered into heaven.

I kissed her, as deeply and sensuously as possible, sucking on her tongue, her lips; slowly stoking her tongue like I imagined I would do to her clit. I could not believe it when I heard her moan my name, actually begging me to make love to her.

I had moved my thigh between her legs, feeling her push up against me. She was hot and wet and so very slick. She continued to move against my thigh as my tongue moved inside her mouth. I slowly moved lower, to her beautiful breasts.

I was beginning to have trouble breathing again; I so wanted to please her. I moved my mouth over her right breast, lightly licking the nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Very gently I bit at her, alternating this action with my sucking and licking. I could feel her hips under me, rhythmically pushing up against me. My thigh continued to push into her; I could feel her wetness increasing and she began to slide more quickly against me.

Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer into her breast. “Please, I need you to touch me,” she softly begged me. I moved my right hand slowly down her torso, my fingers splayed to cover every inch of her skin I possibly could. My mouth continued to devour her breasts.

When my fingers reached the top of her silky curls, I paused my movement to regain some self control before continuing lower. I let my hand move lower, letting my fingers slide into her wetness. I stroked the length of her, down then up again, stopping when I again reached her curls. “No,” she said, “Please…”

I moved my head up quickly from her breast and kissed her as deeply as I have ever kissed anyone in my entire life. As my tongue slid into her mouth, I let my fingers slide down and into her. I moved my tongue and fingers in time, rhythmically stroking her slowly in both locations at the same time.

I paused the movement of my fingers inside her and pulled my mouth away from hers, gasping for air, and opened my eyes to look down in to hers, which fluttered open when she felt me pull away. “I want my mouth on you,” I whispered to her. I was drowning in her dark eyes, and all I could think was that she was so incredibly beautiful it physically hurt me to look at her. I wanted to give her every ounce of my soul, and I wanted to make her cum like she never had before.

She threaded her fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers again. “Yes, please…” and then my mouth was on hers again and I could not think of anything but pleasing her. At that moment, she was the only air I was breathing.

I pulled my fingers out of her momentarily and rested my hand on her hip so I could concentrate on getting my mouth to that beautiful place my fingers had just been. I moved my mouth slowly away from her lips, kissing and licking my way down her beautiful neck, her hands in my hair helping guide me down. I moved slowly over her breasts, kissing and sucking, then settled on her stomach. My tongue moved around and finally into her navel, the way hers had done mine. I could smell her arousal at this point and my mouth began to water in anticipation of what was to come.

I felt her fingers tighten in my hair and push me further downwards, towards her hot center. My tongue moved through her close-trimmed curls and finally reached her swollen and very aroused clit. I stroked over the top of it briefly, moving down into the swollen wetness below. I pulled her into my mouth, sucking her juices in and savoring every drop she offered. Her hands clenched in my hair and pulled my face deeper into her.

I finally moved my hand from her hip to meet my mouth. I slid my fingers back inside of her, feeling her hips arch up off the bed beneath me. My mouth moved back up to cover her clit, flicking across it quickly at first, then flattening out to relentlessly stroke her over and over. “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I heard her moan as her fingers began to pull on my hair.

I could hear the thunder boom outside our haven and I swear I felt the electricity in the air run down my spine and shoot through every nerve of my body as my mouth feasted on her. I did not know where she began and I ended; we were one at that moment.

My mouth moved on her, sucking her in, while my tongue stroked her to madness. All the while my fingers were moving in and out of her, keeping up the frantic rhythm her hips had begun.

As her body thrashed under my mouth and hands, I began to feel her excitement spread throughout me. Combined with my already aroused state, I was going to explode and all I could do was hope she came first. I moved my tongue and fingers furiously and I could hear her moaning my name; when her body shot up and her hands stilled in my hair, I knew that was her moment.

I pulled her hips into my face with my left hand, while my mouth and free hand continued their work. She screamed my name and I felt her explode against my mouth, my tongue. I had never felt anything so incredible in my life, and I followed her over the edge, pushing my hips down into the bed and tightening my grip on her waist, trying to catch my breath as I felt her pulsing against my mouth.

I gradually regained my senses and lifted my head to rest it on her stomach. Her hands were caressing my hair and I heard her whisper my name. I lifted my head slowly and looked up to see the beautiful smile on her face. I slid my fingers out of her as she pulled me up to her.

“I think you should know that I’m terribly afraid of thunder storms. I might have to spend the night,” she said, pulling me down for another kiss. “I think we can arrange something,” I replied. My last coherent thought before I was lost again in her kisses was that I really hoped this storm lasted all night.

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