Delicious erotica...
"The Taste of me in her Mouth," a sex story by Willow Regenry
It was the first rainstorm of the summer.
We tried to go to the top of Mount Vision for a hike, but it was foggy and very windy. Instead, we huddled under a tree on the top of a lesser mountain and ate the apricot-almond cookies that she had made. Then, we agreed to go down to Bear Valley and hike amongst the trees.
We returned to the car and drove the short distance to the valley. Before we got out of the car we took two hits each. She took another when we reached the top of the hill, but I was ok. On the way up we got ourselves soaked. I lent her my jacket and it was water-resistant, but not water proof. At the top I hugged her and felt the chill of her thin body underneath the cloth. Her angular face tilted sideways and smiled at me, and we raced back down the hill. I felt that one of us was sure to slip and fall and get hurt. But we roared downhill anyway. I stopped and swung myself to rest on a beautiful forked tree. Leaning back onto the trunk she came and lay on top of me. She wrapped her hands under my sweater onto my wet, warm skin. No words were spoken. She nestled her head into the hollow of my neck and breathed hot breath there. I hugged her and pushed her up and we kept going hell-mell down the trail. I did trip over a root and twisted my ankle, and she stooped down to lay her hands on either side to soften the pulled muscles.
We got back to her little red car and rushed home. We went into my uninsulated cabin to change. It was cold, but not too cold, and it smelled of fresh rain washing away the dust of summer. Thunder crashed and we raced to strip out of our wet clothes. I threw her a robe to put on and ran out into the rain in just my jacket to draw the bath in the outdoors bathhouse. I closed the doors and watched with satisfaction as the windows began to fog.
She was laying naked on my bed.
I would like to kiss you.
Are you sure?
Yes. And no.
(Silent nod.)
I feel closer to you than anyone else in my life and you make me want to touch you. But I don't know.
I hovered over her on the bed and rested my hand on her ankle, which was clammy and speckled with grit from mud. She was gaunt and pale against my fluffy, abundant comforter. She had a long torso with accentuated bones that I longed to run my teeth along. I longed to feed her.
She had entered my life as the only rival for the man I was dating at the time. He teased me with the reality of her and when I first met her we looked at each other like long lost friends. By the end of the night we were so high on each other that we missed the street she was parked on altogether and we had our hands in each other's back pockets, laughing in the late late night. The man got drunk and crazy, overloaded with the fantasy of the two of us. We had wild, intense sex that night -- we both spoke her into our bed and laid her out between us. It was the only time I ever saw him that wild.
I want you to think about this on your trip and let me know when you come back.
She stared at me long and hard as my hand rested on her calf. I kissed her knee.
What is the difference between kissing a girl and kissing a boy?
I closed my eyes and thought back across my favorite pairs of lips.
It's a kind of softness. Sometimes it feels as if I am kissing myself.
I want you.
I want you too. I also want to be sure that you want me and it's not just a reaction to your boy being an asshole.
I reached for her and held her close against me. Her arms draped around me and she was cold. I pulled the robe up around her shoulders.
Come with me. Get into the bath.
I led her to the bathtub, watching as she let the robe fall and bent over the tub. My stomach twisted in an all too familiar way. I cursed myself for being good. I wanted to sit in that tub with her and feel her bones beneath my soapy warm hands and kiss her hairline. I wanted to stroke her into sweetness, to teach her the pleasures of women. I wanted to spend all afternoon making love to her and doing it the best that I could. I wanted to rub her down with light oil and run our bodies along each other in the fading storm. I wanted her to go back to visit her family with the taste of me in her mouth.
I drove her to the airport and dropped her off.
I'm coming back to you.
I'll pick you up.
I drove home and went about my days. I called the man who had introduced us and told him. He wanted to be there when I picked her up. I told him to be patient. He harrumphed.
After talking to him, I dreamt of making love to him while floating five inches off of the floor with her below him and me above.
Two weeks later I picked her up from the airport and she almost walked past me before I leapt out from behind a plant and hugged her hard. She dropped her bags and wrapped her arms around me.
Hey sexy.
It's good to see you.
Hungry?
Her eyes flirted with me.
Yes.
I took her home and heated up the soup I had made. I also brought out bread made yesterday. I poured her some red wine and lit candles and put on good Cuban music. We sat at the small table and I prodded the woodstove into action. She told me of her visit and her family and friends. I told her of the work that I was doing and the weather. There was a pause in conversation.
I thought about you.
Oh really.
Oh yes.
She got up and straddled my lap and placed her hands on either side of my face and brought her lips to mine slowly. Achingly slow. Devastatingly slow. Incredibly slow. Terribly slow. Extraordinarily slow. She tasted like soup and her mouth slid into mine just as smoothly. I placed my hands around her back. I covered her wings with my palms and pulled her to me.
Come dance with me.
She led me by the hand into the living room and took me into her arms and pressed herself close to me. The music played on and we mirrored each other. Her breathing was slightly faster than normal and she grazed my neck with her lips. Her hand rested on my hip and when she looked at me there was nothing but answers on her face. Slowly she danced me over to the couch and settled me down onto it. She followed in one smooth fluid motion and placed her hands on either side of my head against the wall and kissed me fiercely. I let my head fall back and moaned. This was worth waiting for.
Her hands went under my shirt, then it was off and my nipples were being licked slowly. She cupped the weight of my small breasts in her hands. She nibbled on my neck. She kissed my eyebrows. She stirred her fingers through my hair. She smelled behind my ear. She ran her hands up and down my torso, lingering at my neck and my waist. She kissed me softly and smiled at me, somewhere between timid and direct, as she tilted her head to one side.
I turned her over and ran my hands down her sides. I kissed her softly all over her head, lipping her earlobes and eyelids and her breath became heavy. I laid my hands on her stomach and splayed them there like I was trying to span her, to hold all of her in my small hands. I nuzzled her through the thin fabric of her shirt and she took my hands and pushed them underneath to her breasts and I took off her shirt. Her breasts were the same size as mine and I softly bit her bee sting nipples, savoring the smoothness of her skin. I took my time savoring every inch of it, behind her kneecaps, the curve of her back where it met her hips. The small dents at the base, looking like a musical instrument; I could put my thumbs into them and feel the bone beneath. I nosed her thighs, ran my fingers across her small ass, kissed the top of the crevasse, ran my hand down either side and up into her privacy. She laughed.
Men have no idea, do they!
Most, no. I have met a few.
She locked me with her eyes and I traveled the long distance between the joint in her legs over the hill of her stomach, through the valley between her twin peaks and climbed the steep cliff of her chin into her eyes where I allowed myself to be lost.
We could teach them.
I did not reply, but smiled. I reached into her and pulled at her insides, making her arch against me, rubbing our clitorises together, and making her close her eyes and moan with a sharp breath. I kissed the cord on her neck and cradled her head with my free hand. We rode that way, our breath coming in waves. The CD stopped and our breathing filled the room and we heard nothing else.
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The next day we baked bread. We made pesto, we picked blackberries and we hiked up to the waterfalls and smelled the dampness of them. We made a huge lasagna with fresh greens from the garden and tossed a salad with cherry tomatoes, avocado and jicama. The man called. She picked up the phone. She smiled and looked at me. I gave her no answers other than to reach my hands around her body and touch the soft curve of her waist. As she spoke with him I could hear her drift to some other place. I fed her blackberry torte and she moaned like she was coming. She said nothing into the phone and I knew him well enough to know that he was silently gaping. She sat down and handed the phone to me. She whispered a question that didn't need to be asked.
Shall we invite him to dinner?
I told him 6 o'clock. He said that he would bring fresh cheese from the creamery on the way. I told him we would eat well. He smirked on the other end and I could feel the heat in his breath and remembered why it was that women were not my only source of enjoyment.
He arrived and we walked through the back roads picking fruit from heavy trees and laughing in the golden warm twilight before dinner. When we got home the house smelled of food, or love, or both. We sat down to eat and piled our plates high. The night flowed softly and our bellies got round and full. We paused between dinner and dessert to clean the kitchen. I marveled at the golden lightness of him in the room. He had danced his way into my life and made me turn my head enough to run a red light. No one had ever been able to send my body into shock from a look across the room or a breath on my skin like he did. He was a shapeshifter that never stood still. He opened up whole new rooms in me and shook them out to make them clean and made me see that they were beautiful.
Let's eat dessert.
I served the torte while he told stories about the biological research he was doing. He spoke of trees like pets, or good friends. She leaned in to him and I could see the invisible sweat dripping down his back. He held his hands under the table. And I knew he was there. I looked at him and he looked back and gave me a small grin. He bit his bottom lip and I laughed because it made me edgy. She smiled at me and fed me the first bite of the torte, leaning into me and placing her hand on my thigh.
Is it sweet enough?
Yeah.
He lifted a forkful to her mouth and stared her down with his golden-flecked eyes. She bit down slowly and the hand that she had left on my thigh tightened its grip. She looked to me quickly and I was watching him turn her over and over in his hands in his mind. I stood up and brought a forkful to him and leaned down close enough to make him lean back. We knew that this was a fine orchestration and we both knew our parts. I turned to her and fed her and touched my hand to the side of her face. He pulled me onto his lap and I was struck with a wave of comfort. She was being pulled in. Another forkful of blackberry goodness found its way into my mouth and her hand was on my thigh and her eyes strong. I regained my balance and took her hand.
It turned out well, didn't it?
Yeah.
Did you make it together?
She did the outside and I did the middle parts.
Thank you both for dinner.
Thank you for joining us.
It is my pleasure.
I almost lost it at this interchange and my hand tightened on hers and his soft breath on my neck made me shift anxiously. The cards were thrown up into the air and we were all waiting to see where they would fall. The secondhand was silent. Nothing was recorded for that minute. And then she placed her hand on top of his and leaned in to kiss me. His other hand tightened around my waist, pulling me, and her, closer. Her lips were exploratory, tasting out the blackberry seeds from between my teeth and tonguing the sweetness lingering. He was silent, staying as quiet as possible, a voyeur not wanting to be noticed. She pulled herself up and closer and reached her hand around to the back of his head and rested it there and I put my hands on her ass and squeezed, making her bite my lips with her teeth. He sunk his teeth into the back of my neck and ran his hand up my thigh and around the curve of my waist to my spine and back again in one fluid motion that made the other side feel terribly under appreciated. Her lips slipped down my cheek, to my neck and I felt his hand reach out to stroke the side of her face, and she kissed him with an electric shock that made me twitch. His body tensed and he let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh. Her breast found its way to my hand and I rolled her nipple between my fingers and stroked the side of her neck. They kissed for a long while. Slipping in and out of sound, hands on me to keep me tied to them.
I nudged my way out from between them and leaned over to kiss his lips. His mouth was warm and his lips hard on mine after the softness of hers. He wrapped both arms around me tightly, and smiled with those mischievous eyes and I reached into the depths of him with the feeling behind my kiss and he softened even more into a shapeless mass of energy and light. I stepped back and took both of their hands.
Come upstairs.
I led the way with her hand on my ass, on my pocket. He was behind her holding her hand and we piled each other on the bed, our kisses hesitant now, and silent in the small room. She was laid beneath me and he stroked the side of her head as I placed my tongue on her belly and slid down over her thin summer pants to feel the heat of her. She arched her body to my mouth and reached her hands for mine. I linked my fingers with hers and felt them tighten onto me. I sucked on her clitoris through the fabric and we breathed together. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back but he put no pressure on it. I unlocked her hands from mine and slowly pulled her pants off. Her feet were bare and I sucked on her big toe, making her squirm and giggle. I lapped my tongue up her legs and inside of her. When she began to breathe more intensely I worked my way upward, taking her shirt off with my teeth, biting her nipples and making her sink her nails into my back. I got the shirt off over her head and used it to pull her hands above her and he and I each took a nipple while I held her hands, and her eyes closed. He took off my shirt while staring me down, saying with no words: I want to watch your naked body against hers. I kissed his ear, making him sigh, and moved back down her torso, lingering over her clavicle, her ribs, her hipbones. I fingered her, tickling the bottom of her clitoris while I sucked at the top of it. She came and screamed out my name. I slid onto her body and rocked my thigh against hers and we kissed like it was the last time. His hands were to himself, but he was watching with interest. We rolled over on the bed and he got out of the way and then behind us, where he slid fingers into both of us and we pushed into them, and each other, and laughed in glorious pleasure. She took my head in both hands and kissed me like she meant it, like there had never been a kiss before that one, like she was discovering it for the very first time. I rolled her off of me and reached for the man who was sitting at the foot of my bed, rubbing my feet.
I kissed him, letting my hands run wild on his skin, so smooth like warm silk, and felt his hands find their place on my body. She kissed my back and touched his thigh and his cock responded. We pushed him down backwards onto the bed and took off his shorts and shirt in quick succession. Breath was slow as she leaned over him, her lips hesitant, focused now on him, my presence forgotten for a moment. He stayed very still as her hands touched him feather-light, an exploration over a new frontier. His eyes flashed at me and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud, which just made him twitch. Our silent communication worked on many frequencies and this was too good to not share. She moved in on his groin and spiraled towards the tip of his penis with her cat-lapping tongue. His hands clutched at the sheets, trying hard not to be too reactive, feeling her hesitancy. With me at this moment he would be talking to me in a constant flow of sound, making no sense to anyone but our sexual selves. Her mouth moved slowly up and down and I could tell that the very hesitancy was getting him even hotter. I reached my hands around her and stroked her sides and kissed up and down her spine and her mouth became harder and more insistent. He began to breathe more heavily and she pulled away, her hands wrapped around his against the sheets, her body arched over him teasingly. I meanwhile moved my mouth to the soft spot behind his knee and up his thighs, while she kissed him. He got a hand free and caressed the top of my head and pulled lightly at my hair, bringing my body upwards against his. She rolled off, her hand on my back, her other hand still linked with his, her eyes alight and smiling. He and I laughed merrily when we finally locked eyes, my body pressed against his, feeling the hard and soft spots. I loved the way our bones met in the hollows. I looked at her, and I looked at him and she settled back against the bed to watch. I reached under the bed to the box of tricks and brought out a condom and slipped it slowly onto his cock with my mouth, his hand tugging at my ear, saying, come on slowpoke, get up here and let me kiss you. I smiled my way on top of him and felt his penis inside of me. I reached over and kissed her, while his hands wrapped themselves around my waist, then she kissed him and I smiled at this interweaving of bodies and limbs. I rocked on top of him and refocused my attention onto his eyes, his neck, his nose, his lips. Yet I was acutely aware of her eyes watching us, her hand on my back, softly present. Every time I reached over to look at her, her eyes were wide and soft. I knew that we were beautiful to watch and I reached into my lover and we came together, my hips rolling against his, his hands cradling my head, and we laughed and laughed as we came down from the high. We reached over to hold her and kissed her softly and brought her into us and we lay in a pile for a while.
You two are beautiful to watch.
Thank you.
We've had some practice.
I am tired. I would like to sleep alone if there is another bed.
The window seat by the fire is pretty comfortable.
She nodded sleepily and slightly disoriented. We held her between us and I kissed her softly goodnight and she walked naked out of the door.
Well done.
He kissed me and we rolled on top of each other laughing all the while. We flashed images back and forth.
Her face peeking out from behind your face at the table.
Your hands inside of us from behind.
Your grin as she went down on me.
Her smooth skin between us.
He laughed again and looked up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head.
I can hardly believe it could get any better.
Oh, but honey, it will. Imagine no hesitancy; imagine three equal energies converging. Think about sleeping with two people and waking up between bodies, unsure as to which one is which.
He wrapped his arms around me.
Thank you.
Thank you.
We were silent for a moment.
Are you hungry? I could go for some torte.
Sure, let's eat again.
Originally published December 2005 - "Naughty or Nice"