Sapphic Voices Romance

Day Off

Sweat beaded and trickled down my face, tickling my throat, and caressing my breasts as I screamed my release. My voice rang through the empty house, muffled only by the vacuum I pushed madly about. I danced and twirled, ran and laughed. I could feel my long curls becoming soaked beneath the bandanna tied around my head. My limbs were on fire and I could feel only the music fueling the flames. Goddess, how I loved house work. Alone with my thoughts I could transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. The Amazon warrior cleaning and preparing her kill for the upcoming feast, or the obedient sub dressing her Mistress' bed with scented oils and rose petals. But at that moment, I was the mischievous sprite of Irish legend, possessed by the song. I don't know when I abandoned the vacuum, but I found myself leaping through the air while singing when the music suddenly stopped. So stunned I was, that my bellowing tune transformed to a pitiful yowl. My graceful limbs were again my own and I caught the vacuum cord with my left foot and tumbled to the ground.

"Oh shit babe!" I heard her voice as she ran to me, but I was too shocked to respond. Then she was there, wrapping me in her strong arms and pulling me to my feet. Her deep green eyes quickly scanned me for injury, and as soon as they found none she fell into a fit of laughter. I felt my hot blood color my cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing here!?!" I demanded, embarrassed to have been caught having one of my moments. I turned from her and stalked away without waiting for an answer.

"Wh . . . bu . . . I . . . " I heard her attempts at speech in between peals of laughter. This only angered me more. I ran to the bedroom and slammed the door. She was right on my heels, and by this time her laughter had died to an annoying chuckle.

"Oh hon, I'm sorry!" As she chuckled some more.

"Shut up, you are not!" I kept my back to her, not wanting to see that overly amused look on her face.

"I took the rest of the day off so I could spend some time with you. I didn't mean to . . . to interrupt." Again came the laughter. "Go to hell." I started to push past her, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. She pressed her mouth to my ear, and the heat of her made me dizzy.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you." Her breath tickled my ear, and it sent tremors through my spine. My body went limp and I leaned heavily against her.

"You should give some kind of warning or something." I insisted weakly.

"I will next time, I promise." Again her arms came around me and I was at peace. Her lips found mine and we stood, gently kissing one another.

I pulled away from her. "Okay, you're forgiven . . . this time."

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." Mischief danced in her eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well you can start by setting the table."

After that all was forgotten. I had prepared for us a feast fit for royalty. We ate, laughed, and basically just enjoyed each other. I loved our time together, even though it became less and less as our jobs pulled us in. That night, it was all an illusion. Work, family, friends, everything was a dream and the two of us alone together was the only reality. As the night drew on, our general flirtations began to intensify. Her hand caressed my thigh beneath the table as the last bits of chocolate cake and coffee were finished. Her fingers sent electric shocks between my legs and I felt myself growing wet. The look in her eyes told me she knew all too well what she was doing to me. Wanting to draw the evening out as long as possible, I rose and began to clear the table. Once in the kitchen I filled the sink with warm water and dish soap. The suds slid in between my fingers and my thoughts wandered to my slippery thighs. I heard the door open and close, but I didn't turn around. I knew that if I did I would be in her arms. Instead, I kept my head down and my eyes focused on the pile of dished in front of me. I felt her before she touched me. Her body was less than inches away from me, and her voice was in my ear.

"Do you need some help? I mean, you cooked, I should clean." She didn't wait for my answer. Her arms came from behind me, she traced her hands down my arms and into the sudsy water, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her body pressed against me, her breasts in my back, her pelvis pressing hard into my ass. I sighed heavily as her mouth moved to the back of my neck, trailing soft, fluttery kisses up and down. She pressed against me harder, and I was pinned to the counter. She released one of my hands and brought her dripping hand beneath my shirt. Her fingers encircled one of my already taut nipples, drawing a moan from me. Water slid over my belly in tiny rivulets, creating an erotic sensation. Her fingers tightened and I arched against her. I brought my hand behind her head and pulled her tightly against me. Without releasing her hold on me, she brought her other hand to my hip, rubbing it softly.

"I need you." I breathed heavily. I pushed against her, trying to turn around. Her arms tightened and held me fast. Then, the hand on my hip slid beneath the top of my skirt. My hips bucked in response to her hot flesh pressing against my thigh. The tips of her fingers drew circles on the top of my leg and belly, coming close to, but never touching. Noises of frustration poured from me and she intensified these by taking my ear lobe between her lips and tongue. A deep, guttural sound came from her and her fingers finally slipped between my legs. I was dripping wet, and she easily slid home. At first contact with my swollen clit, my knees buckled. She caught me and pulled me onto my feet. Weak with desire, I surrendered myself to her completely. Now it was her turn to be impatient. She turned me around quickly and kissed me fiercely. The sheer intensity of it stole my breath away. Her hands were in my hair, deftly removing the bindings. The soft curls fell down my back, and she caught them in her hands. I could feel her wrapping her long fingers in it, twirling the mass and tightening her grip. Without breaking any contact, she pulled me into the living room, into the hallway, and finally to the bedroom. I was lying against the scented sheets in no time, with her strong body weighing down on me. Shamelessly I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her to me, desperate to satisfy my need. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing each other as though it were essential for life. I couldn't get enough, and I wanted more. Sadly, I drew my mouth from hers to pull her shirt up over her head. Mine was removed in a similarly rapid manner. Again we came together, only to become more aroused by the contact of flesh. Her breasts pressed against mine, soft female flesh intertwining. I was so engrossed in our passion that I became unaware of her hasty removing of the rest of our clothing. We wrapped our bodies around each other, and it became difficult to distinguish where I stopped and where she began. For hours we stayed like that, legs and arms intertwined and our mouths joined. It was as though the sex itself were not our goal. Our focus seemed to be conveying to each other just how much we needed one another through voiceless song. When she did finally separate herself from me I was high from her. She knelt between my legs and stared down at me. Eyes half lidded, I returned her gaze. Slowly and deliberately she drew patterns in my skin, touching here more than there, harder then softer. Every inch of my skin was singing, and she played my body like an old fiddle. With every pass of her warm hands my strings became more taut. My hips were moving up and down, begging for her attention. She grinned, enjoying making me wait. Soon I was close to tears, my want for her blocking out anything close to reasonable thought.

"Maybe I should tease you for a while . . . " Her voice was playful, but her expression was stern. Pitiful mewling was all I was capable of. "Or maybe you've had enough."

She leaned down and covered my body with hers. We mirrored each other, allowing our skin to meet from head to toe. She kissed my forehead, my nose, lingered on my mouth and traced my lips with the tip of her tongue. Then she moved lower, kissing my throat and nibbling my collar bone. Her hands moved ceaselessly up and down my sides. Our bodies were slick with perspiration, and she slid lower. She parted my legs with her knee, and pressed it tightly against me. She was immediately soaked. Sighing softly to herself, she took one of my nipples into her mouth. I moaned at the sensation of teeth scraping ever so softly. Bringing a hand to my other breast, she kneaded my moist flesh. Desperate for a release I pumped myself against her leg, feeling my orgasm build. When my breathing became rapid, she drew away. I whined in protest.

"Not yet . . . I want you to come on my face."

"Oh Goddess! Hurry . . . " The words found their way out without my assistance. I was too lost in where she was touching me.

Leaving my breasts, she left a trail of kisses down my belly. She dipped her tongue into my belly button and a jolt ran through me. I thrashed against her chest, smearing her breasts with my juices. Firmly, she grabbed my hips and pinned them to the bed. I felt her hot breath between my legs and I looked down to see her inhaling my perfume with relish. She let her nose tickle my hair. I writhed beneath her, but her strong arms held me down. I wanted to scream at her when I felt the tip of her tongue barely touch my clit. She kept this almost contact up for several minutes . . . I wanted to sob. Just when I thought I would lose consciousness, she drew my entire clit into her mouth, sucking hard. Immediately I had an orgasm. It was over quickly, but she didn't let go. She continued sucking on me hard. At first it was almost painful, almost too much. I tried pulling her away, but she refused to budge. Soon my body responded and I matched her rhythm. Before long I was coming again, and again. My mind shut out the world, and colors danced before me. Brilliant reds, oranges, deep purples and blues. It was the moment when a sunset could be a sunrise, or vice versa. It was when time no longer mattered, and all that existed was the beauty before you. When she finally stopped I was trembling. My body no longer felt real. I was a constellation of stars that all went super nova at the same time. Her mouth covered mine, and I let her kiss me deeply. My strength had so diminished I couldn't return it, merely opening myself to her. She wrapped her arms around me protectively.

"I love you . . . " Her voice was thick, and she squeezed me tighter.

"I love you too . . . with all my heart." I forced the words out of my exhausted body, drawing on the fullness of my feelings for her. I passed out . . . and when I woke she was still holding me, and her deep breathing told me she slept.

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