Sapphic Voices Romance

A Means To A - Beginning

She sits concentrating on the computer screen. I walk to the door, lean against the jam, and watch her. After a few moments, she senses my presence and turns her smiling face toward me. We remain smiling at each other and she extends her left hand to me. I walk forward and take it in my own left hand. She raises my hand to her mouth, kissing first the back and next the palm. I stand behind her chair, letting my left hand travel to her right shoulder and my right to cross her body to rest on her left. I lean forward and let my lips touch the top of her head. Her hands touch my arms which rest across her. She leans her head back against my breast and I tighten my grip on her shoulders. After a few minutes of this silent togetherness, I withdraw my hands from her shoulders and turn her chair toward me. I step back a bit, reach for her hands and slowly pull her from the chair. When she is upright, I step into her. I continue to hold her hands, bringing them down at her sides. Our bodies are touching, eyes locked on each other. She tilts her head slightly and I lower mine. Still I don't allow our lips to touch. With the tip of my tongue, I outline her bottom lip. Then I do the same with the top one. Her lips separate. I slide my tongue between her lips allowing it to travel from one corner of her mouth to the other and back to the center where it is greeted by her own questing member. The tips of our tongues do gentle battle with both being victors. At last, she thrusts her tongue into my mouth. I accept it with relish, caressing it with my own. Still holding her hands at her sides, but moving closer into her, I begin to suck on her tongue. Small moans escape from my love as her hips press closer to my own. She struggles to withdraw her hands but I hold fast forcing concentration on our mouths, tongues and lower regions that are inflamed by our devouring of each other. Ultimately, I relent. I bend my arms at the elbows and circle my waist with our arms. She holds me in deathgrip and our mouths feed on each other. Our joint moans become louder and more insistent. Our chests are heaving, our breasts touching, our desire growing. When I can stand it no more, I release my hold on her hands, put my arms around her, pressing her body tightly to mine. I hear the sound of the breath being forced out of our bodies. More moans burst forth as our mouths move feverishly against one another.

The composition on her computer is forgotten as she gives herself over to loving. Mouths mesh, tongues intertwine, arms strain, hands wander and caress. She moves slightly to the side so our thighs have easy excess to the throbbing, moisture laden areas that seek attention.

"I lit the fireplace," I say.

"Oh, yeah?" she answers.

"Yeah," I respond, and as one we walk toward the door.

The End??? I don't think so!!

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