I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and pulled at the curly fur of her love nest with my lips.I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and pulled at the curly fur of her love nest with my lips. So soft! I blew a gentle stream of air at her down, and she shivered once more, humming a low moaning sound almost like a purr. I looked up at her, and the light of the setting sun had turned her skin a golden color. She looked like a bronze statue of a goddess, perhaps Diana the Huntress, but alive, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths. We sank down so that we were kneeling before each other, and we kissed once more, melting together as though we could become one body through our joined mouths. Her exploring fingers found their way to my throbbing stiffness, and her other hand cupped under my balls. She gently played with me, touching, stroking and squeezing, her fingers tracing around the crown, teasing out a "teardrop." This she wiped from its "eye" with her fingertip, then carrying it to her lips, licked it away. Then, holding each other closely, we sank down on the blanket. She continued her playful teasing, while covering my chest and belly with kisses, tickling me with her loose hair falling over me. I turned my attention back to kissing and teasing her belly. Her back arched and her body pulsed with my attentions. Finally, with a small cry, her hands grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs. I buried my face in the musk of her, the soft parting folds of her. I explored her with my lips, probed her with my tongue. I found the petals of the rose of her, and drew them into my mouth. |