Sapphic Voices Romance

End Of The Drought

Part Three

I didn’t say a word. I just took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. Hemingway started in but I told him, “Not this time old boy. This is just between us girls.” He tucked his tail and went back to lie down under the kitchen table. I turned to Anna and without saying a word I loosened the belt on the robe and slid it off her shoulders. The look in her eyes was as if she was in a haze but I knew she was fully aware of what was going on.

Slowly I eased her back onto the bed and lay down beside her. I let my fingers slide gently up and down her stomach and I felt the muscles tighten as I let them slide down to the edge of her pubic hair but I didn’t linger there. I glided them up to her nipples and lightly floated over them as gently as a butterfly might. They became rock hard and her breathing became quick and shallow. I lowered my mouth to hers. For a moment I let my tongue lightly trace the outline of her lips and I felt her tongue reach out to intertwine with mine. Gently I let my tongue slip into her mouth and she seemed to suck it in deeper. Our tongues danced about with each other as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. I pulled away and started lightly kissing her forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks then slowly moved down to kiss her throat nibbling occasionally which caused a soft deep groan to rise from what seemed the center of her being.

I rose up from the bed and quickly removed all my clothes. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I needed to feel that. I lay down on top of her and the heat of our bodies seemed to melt us into one being. I took her face in my hands and lowered to kiss her long and hard. We were like wild animals. There was a need in us that was like a desperate hunger that had to be fed. And feed, I did!

I trailed my tongue down to her left nipple. I circled it several times then sucked it into my mouth playing my tongue all over it as it got harder and harder. Then I moved slowly over to the right one repeating my movements.

Her breathing became harder like she was panting and she began to wiggle beneath me as I moved my mouth lower and lower running my tongue, teeth and lips over her body.

I could smell a light trace of the Este Lauder on her skin and that only helped to increase my desire for her. Her skin was so soft and had just a light trace of fuzziness as I headed straight down the center of her lower stomach that led to a sparse patch of dark strawberry blonde. As I got closer, she spread herself wide open for me. It was then that I caught the aroma of what was the essence of woman. It was like a drug and I was an addict and had to have. I took some of the hair in between my lips and tugged gently. She emitted a deep low moan and rose up to meet my mouth. I wrapped an arm under each thigh and lowered my mouth to her. With my tongue, I parted her lips and drank my fill of her. I sucked her into my mouth and slowly massaged her clitoris with my tongue. She heaved and moaned. She pulled my hair. She scratched my back and held my ears. She seemed to try to pull me inside of her completely. Finally she gave a upward thrust that nearly threw me from the bed and let out a scream that nearly deafened me. Her thighs tightened on my head and for a moment I thought my skull was going to implode but I held my place and took her to the peak of almost unconsciousness and suddenly she fell back on the bed. I stopped all movement. I pulled away and kissed the inside of both thighs before moving up to hold her in my arms. Her breathing was still ragged and she was covered in a fine mist of sweat. I just held her. I didn’t say a word or move. She seemed so tiny and frail then but I knew there was nothing frail about her. My jaws and head could detest to that. Her thighs had been like vise grips.

Slowly her breathing slowed and the quivering stopped. When she finally spoke her voice was deep, throaty and seductive saying, “My God! That was amazing!”

“That’s what I thought!” I whispered to her, kissing the top of her head.

The room seemed to chill by 20 degrees suddenly so I reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled a quilt up over us and took her back into my arms.

“Comfortable?” I asked her.

“Absolutely!” she told me.

I laid there holding her for a while when I realized her breathing had gotten slow and deep. She was asleep. I felt like Elsie the Contented Cow and dozed off to sleep along with her.

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