Learotica 2

Water.

Still, quiet, clear, suspended in time.

Or raging, screaming, frothy, unpredictable.

What kind of lover are you?

As you leaned against the door frame, I stepped quietly into your personal space. My hand paused before it rested lightly against your cheek, so softly you could feel my heat, not the weight of it. Fingertips raised your chin and your eyes met mine. Liquid and soft, you looked inside my soul, searching. Could you see my desire?

Moving closer, I felt your breath against my lips and stayed, still, suspended. I felt the whisper of your breathing as you tried to move your mouth to mine. A soft aching sound left your throat. Not yet. You bit your bottom lip and waited. Patiently.

As you leaned against the door frame, I laid claim to your personal space. My hands held your face as I forced you against the wall. Eyes burning, begging. No questioning my desire. My mouth pressed hard against yours, biting first your top lip, then the bottom. Tongue searching as my fingers held your hair and forced your head back, exposing your neck to wild kisses. Gasping for breath you cried out. Deeply. Loudly. Yes.

Cool wet lips met yours. Softly, slowly exploring, tasting your sweet wet mouth. Whispered words exchanged while our lips touched. My heart rested there a while, lost in the quiet.

My hands have a mind of their own when they want. Grasping at cloth, frantically pulling the clothes from you. Kisses hard and fast, driven by the sounds you utter. Searching for skin and an answer to the growing heat between my legs.

I took your hand and led you to the bedroom. Laid you down, and kissed your eyes shut. Slowly I undressed you. Caressing and kissing each velvet section of your skin as it was exposed. Drinking you in with every new discovery. Listening to you breathe, softly, in and out, murmuring your desire.

I dropped to my knees and forced my face into the triangle of hair between your legs. Moaning you spread yourself , struggling to stand. I buried myself in your warmth, and wetness. My fingers opened you wider to my searching tongue and you gasped. I reached deep inside and you pressed into me. The taste of a woman, the taste of desire seared in my memory.

A chain of kisses from your mouth, to the smooth dip between your breasts, to the softness above your navel, to the hair that surrounds your warmth. I held still and breathed you in. The scent of a woman is intoxicating. I spread your legs to find you, expose you. My tongue trailed a wet winding path along your inner thigh. As I blew softly along the same path, I watched your skin rise and fall with the chill. Heard you catch your breath then exhale. My fingers spread your shy folds and let my tongue discover all that is hidden. The tip of my tongue brushed against your throbbing clit and the silence was broken as you cried out.

Clinging to the wall you rocked into me. Fucking. Gasping. Yes. I held onto your thighs and we became one. Raging. You came hard. Fast. Shaking. And let out a long slow throaty moan. Lost in the moment. Lost in desire. Lost.

Circling, exploring, reaching, licking, pulling you hard into my mouth. I held you as your hips rose and fell into me. Faster. Wildly. Wetness drowned me. Desire consumed me. You shuddered, cried out, and shook as your body gave way to the moment. The moment you lost yourself in the explosion of warmth and throbbing between your legs. Lingering.

What kind of lover are you?

It doesn’t matter.

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