She opened her eyes and looked at Plum, “Oh, I am so sorry. I was so horny last night, but I was just too tired to do anything.”
Plum didn’t answer. Sometimes words can only scratch the surface of emotions that one feels. Actions and experience are really the only way to begin to communicate with any depth.
He leaned over her and kissed her. Then he kissed her again… harder. Then he pressed his body against hers, mashing her breasts against his chest, and kissing her with all the passion that he could pour into one kiss. She responded, kissing him back with equal fervor, her body wiggling under his, trying desperately to get him closer than skin close.
He bent down and started to kiss and lick her nipples. They grew dark and crinkled up. Plum loved the feel of the puckered nipples on his tongue, and Marsha’s soft ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Ah’s’ were the overture to the rest of the morning’s music.
How much time he spent licking and sucking on those pointed beauties, he did not know. All he knew was the sounds of her gasps and murmurs that told him that he was turning her on and that he should continue.
After a while, Marsha put her hands on his head and pushed him down. He always liked a woman who knew what she wanted and had the guts to go get it. It had taken them a while together to develop the trust for her to do that, but over time Marsha understood that he wanted to give her pleasure as much as she wanted to receive it. This morning she felt very comfortable to let him know with her hands that she wanted him to go down on her.
So Plum’s tongue began its roadtrip down the luscious curves and erogenous valleys of Marsha’s body. There were side trips to places that he knew would make Marsha squirm and there was frequent back tracking to her lips. But eventually he made his way down to the junction between her legs, the seat of her sexual joy.
Plum didn’t make an immediate excursion into the depths of her punahni. No, first he teased her labia, running his tongue up and down them, darting from one side to the other.
“Oh, come on, Plum, don’t tease me so. I want your tongue in me so badly,” she begged.
Plum complied enthusiastically with her request, sticking his tongue into her waiting slit. What he found delighted him. She was wet, very wet. The very taste of her made his cock grow hard, and the smell of her aroused sex made his head spin with desire to pleasure her.
Her breathing was much deeper now, and as he thrust his tongue deeper into her, licking up her nectar she cried out, “Oh, yes, oh yes, that feels so good, oh I love it, I just love your wicked tongue in my pussy.”
She was squirming around and wiggling her butt beneath him and Plum could tell that her tension was rising. It was time to take her to another level.
Plum took one finger and inserted into Marsha’s pussy and crooked it upward. When he found that rough, little patch of tissue, her G-spot, he began to rub it. Almost immediately, more juices started to flow and Marsha’s moans grew louder and more urgent.
“Oh, my god, oh, my god, Plum, yes, oh, oh, I feel like I just have to cum, baby, please, I want to cum. Make me cum, honey, make me cum.”
Plum massaged her asshole with another finger and then slid it into her. Wiggling it in and out, Plum felt her legs muscles grow taut and start to quiver. His legs too started to shake as the electric bolts of pleasure pulsed through her and out to him. Then his tongue sought out and stroked her clit. Marsha’s moans had reached the heights of crescendo, a hurricane strength of ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Ah’s’ and something vaguely resembling the sounds of words.
The two of them were joined by their shared pleasure. All the world disappeared around them and all that was left was the tip of his tongue and her clit. Plum had to work to search out her clit as it moved back and into its hood. Plum knew that this meant that Marsha was right on the edge and ready to cum.
“Cum, honey, cum on my tongue, cum hard on my tongue, my sweetheart,” he urged her.
Then he was back working her clit. Her juices were almost squirting out now. A flurry of lashings with his tongue on her clit was all it took. Marsha tightened up her pussy and arched her back, and then her orgasm hit her. With a wild cry that came from somewhere deep inside her, Marsha shuddered and came like gangbusters. Pleasure flowed over her like a rogue wave rushing up over a beach.
With his fingers still inside of her, Plum could feel Marsha’s pussy muscles and sphincter muscles pulsing around them. Every time he tried to gently remove them, the contact produced orgasmic aftershocks in Marsha. Gradually she relaxed and Plum removed his fingers and moved up to hug his lover.
Sometimes the best way to say ‘I love you’ is a warm hug after giving pleasure. It says, “I am not here just for the sex, but for the love and caring.” The rest of the day might be stressful, but right now, even the rain on the roof wouldn’t dampen their spirits.
