a moment in time <3

There was that night, not so long ago, when you lay naked in my arms,  your head nestled securely in the valley between my breasts. My right  arm draped around your back and rested against your body under your own  arm, fingertips caressing the hard plains and coming dangerously close  to tickling that special spot above your lower back. My hair was lose,  wavy, soft from being freshly washed, the tips of it caressing your  skin. My left hand clasped your right elbow, which crisscrossed its way,  like wandering ivy, up my body and slept innocently against my chest.  My chin rested delicately upon the top of your head.
 

Here, I wondered to myself, how did we get here? It wasn't a question  that needed an answer really. The ache between my legs and the memory of  your delicate hands peeling back my blouse, the feel of those hands  cupping the weight of my breasts and grazing a thumbnail lightly across  my nipples was enough of an answer. But still my mind raced on further  down the journey. Was it the wine? Was in the intimacy of a simple  dinner for two amid the candles and the fresh cut peonies on the table?  Did the outward trappings of the 'girls night in' lead me to you? Was it  perhaps the laughter and sharing of frustrations with our men that led  us closer and closer, both feeling the anticipation build until you  cocked your head towards me and captured the side of my face with your  open palm, and my lips with your own? I felt you caress my cheek, slide  your fingertips along the line of my jaw, run your tongue across my lips  and delve inside me, teasing and taunting me to respond.
 

We drew back, apart from one another, to where we could see one another  clearly: faces flushed, breathing hard, lips slightly puffy and  naturally pink with arousal. We both wanted this, didn't we? You reached  out to me tentatively, brushed a lock of russet curls back from my face  and let your hand linger there for the briefest of moments. "Jenny?" It  was an invitation, for which I thought I had no answer, but a sound  broke through the silence, one I think surprised us both, "yes." Low and  throaty, barely a whisper in the room, met with a head on, eyes-wide  open stare, I said it. Yes... as in, take me there, to a place no one's  ever been, teach me, show me what I've been missing.
 

I followed you with my gaze as you picked up your wine glass from the  cluttered table and took a sip, soaking those luscious lips. I followed  you with my gaze as you covered the short distance between the dining  room and the living room couch with long self-assured strides, the firm  globes of your ass swaying gently, invitingly, as you went. I followed  your instructions as you sat down on the couch and patted the empty  space next to you. My body moved of its own accord towards you, leaning  over you and finally coming to rest on your lap facing you on that very  couch, my skirt riding up as my legs bent and I straddled you. With a  newfound boldness that I'm certain you must have inspired I cupped your  face in my hands and drew your mouth to mine. Warm, full and soft lips  teased mine. Heat emanated, rose, and swirled about us as I began to  taste you, your sweetness, and the wine we'd shared. I heard you sigh.  Encouraged I moved to your neck, kissing, nibbling, licking my way up  and down the very soft and thoroughly feminine lines of you. It was  unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Smiling, you tilt your head up to  me and capture my lips once more with your own. They were exquisite.  Though I didn't know what to expect, I suddenly found you just as I'm  sure I would have anticipated. Gentle and yielding, yet demanding your  lips pressed against mine. You slid your tongue out and teased me with  it. I opened my mouth to you and tasted the delicate honey sweetness of  you as our tongues danced around each other in some sort of unfamiliar  and primitive mating ritual.
 

Strong supple fingers began to unbutton my blouse and push it back from  my shoulders. I longed to do the same to you, but the fascination of  watching you as you discovered every inch of me, stopped me. Your  fingers traced the line of my bra, outlined the repeating floral pattern  in the lace and finally rimmed my nipples, tugging and twisting gently.  "Oh, yes baby, that feels so good." Through fringy lashes I looked down  at you, at your hands deftly manipulating my tits and wondered what it  would feel like to have your mouth there, your hot breath and the wet  warmth of your tongue on my flesh. Wordlessly, you leaned forward, your  mouth forming a perfectly round oh and your tongue jutting forth flicked  casually across one taut and straining nipple. I jumped, shocked at the  electricity running through me, gasped and closed my eyes at the  beautiful torture you introduced. You took that charged nipple deep into  the recesses of your mouth and sucked it hard. I cried out your name  before I could even think, "Natalie, oh Nat, oh god, don't stop."
 

Your hand snaked up my bare thighs and under my skirt. I lifted my hips  and watched as you pushed my skirt up around my waist and out of your  way. You shifted me on your lap so my thighs parted further. Totally  exposed to you now, feeling the fingers gently tug aside the lacy edge  of my panties, I arched my back, wriggled my hips and waited impatiently  for those fingers to find me, discover how wet you made me. The fabric  was soaked through, slippery and hot. Your fingers skimmed the silky  material, teased and taunted me, and when I didn't think I could take  much more, a finger slid inside to stroke my lips gently, like the  softest whisper in the midst of a violent storm. I moaned my pleasure  into your mouth as you reclaimed my lips with a passion and intensity  that sparked fire anew within me.
 

I felt myself slipping, sliding off your lap as you shifted, laughed  wickedly at my awkwardness and finally forced me to stand before you,  half naked with my shirt completely off, bra pushed up to bare my  breasts, my skirt hiked up above my hips and my pussy clearly visible  through tiny white soaked panties. I didn't understand what was  happening, why you stopped making love to me, as we both stood and faced  one another. It never occurred to me to be embarrassed by the state of  things, you fully dressed and me quite the opposite, but none the less,  the worry must have been evident in my face as the laughter went silent  and a comforting smile crossed your lips. When you reached up to caress  my face and smooth away the frown lines, I think I was even more  confused. What were we doing here? And why did you stop?
 

"You are so amazingly beautiful." I heard the words and never thought anyone would be saying them to me.
 

"I knew you would be, Jen." The voice became a whisper that I strained to hear, not sure that I understood correctly.
 

"Your passion comes straight from your heart. It's so innocent, so childlike, I almost feel like I'm corrupting you."
 

I began to shake my head no. Me, childlike? It's not a phrase I ever  thought would be descriptive of myself. A grown woman, used to making  her own choices and paying the price for her mistakes, I thought I'd  grown up, away from the innocence and the naivety of my youth.
 

"Come." It wasn't so much a command as it was an invitation we both knew  I would take. And I followed, down the hall of family photos, past the  kitchen full of country charm and sweet summer memories, though the den  where we played family Scrabble last week, and finally I came full  circle and back to looking up into your face as I perched on the edge of  the wide and inviting bed with the eyelet coverlet and the fluffy  profusion of decorative pillows.
 

Pushing me down on the bed, urging me to lift my hips you tugged my  skirt and panties down and whisked them away. Your hands work their way  up from the soles of my feet, rubbing and caressing, to the muscles in  my calves, kneading and massaging to the insides of my thighs where you  tease me with light, feathery strokes. I struggled to sit up, to watch  you, but you wouldn't have it. Flat on my bad, I scooted closer to the  edge of the bed and closer to you. I wanted more. I wanted to feel so  much more. The warmth of your breath on my thighs as you pushed my legs  up and my knees apart, yes that was the direction my mind was headed.  Your face was so close to my pussy it was almost painful, the waiting  for you to finally touch me there. My back arched and my thighs parted  as your firm hands held them down and away. I wished I could watch as  your tongue flicked about and made contact with my super heated flesh  for the first time. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open as the  pleasure hits and I feel you drag your tongue up the length of my slit.  Moaning and breathing turned ragged, your hands caressed the insides of  my legs when you tongue began to dance for me. Fingertips slid in and  out of the wet and slippery folds, holding the outer lips open for your  inspection and my pleasure.
 

A single finger pushed its way inside me. My head fell back and I  squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything except the feel of you,  savoring your touch, the finger curling forward and pressing up against  that one special spot only another woman knows. As quickly as they found  their mark, I felt those fingers leaving me. I tried to grip them and  squeeze them, not wanting them to go. I heard the soft sounds of your  laughter as you began to enjoy this little teasing game of yours. Your  tongue flicked against my clit. Lightening shot across the bedroom  window panes, or was it all in my head? I'm overwhelmed by the myriad of  sensations. Your fingers, two or three of them now, were stroking me,  moving in and out of my pussy, faster and with more force. Your tongue  seemed focused intently on my hard throbbing little bud, circling and  nibbling until my legs are trembling. My hands were gripping the bed  sheets wanting desperately to prolong this and yet itching to tangle in  your hair, push your mouth closer to me and lose myself in fucking you. I  was on the edge, at the verge of seeing stars when you pulled back a  bit. "No," I moaned out of breath and sounding much like some other  woman. I grabbed for you, caught the smoothness of your back as you  moved deftly away from me for a moment. Disappointment flooded me. "Wait  for it." Softly, I struggled to hear you, not opening my eyes, not  wanting to know where you were going.
 

A squeak of bedsprings and the sound of a drawer being quickly opened  and slid shut, you returned to me. A none too gentle sigh escaped my  lips. The disjointed sound of something vibrating had my eyes flying  open as I tried to roll over and look at you. You were back between my  thighs pushing my legs back where you wanted them before I could even  blink. Again those supple fingers skimmed and danced a line from my knee  to the apex of my thighs. Sighing and still breathing hard, I threw my  head back and once more gave into the sensations you were bringing me.
 

The juices were pouring from me, soaking the bed sheets, running down my  thighs. I felt your hot breath again as you returned to taste and lap  at my drenched folds. Your fingers once more held me open, a thumb  rubbed circles alternately with your tongue across the super heated  flesh of my clit. It was begging for release, twitching and throbbing.  You were quickly bringing me back toward that peak of pleasure. I didn't  know how much more you had in store for me of how much longer I could  hold out. The buzzing sounds grew louder and then suddenly muffled as  you took the object of my curiosity and slid it into my throbbing pussy.  It felt round and smooth, I flexed my pussy muscles to take it in and  hold it against that spot you found earlier. You pushed a little and I  began to rock against that vibrating orb trying hard to keep it inside  me. Higher and higher you were taking me, flooding my senses and  bringing me to the pinnacle where I couldn't hold out any longer. My  hips were bucking. My head was thrashing. My pussy began to clench down  harder around that amazing toy and I was grinding against your sweet  tongue, pulsing and begging for release. With my back arched and my eyes  squeezed shut I finally found that place somewhere between sanity and  sheer madness and let myself fall over the edge into that abyss, pushing  hard against your mouth, coming even harder all over your hands, your  face, soaking the sheets even further and crying out-loud with the  intensity of my pleasure. Oh dear god, I so needed that.
 

You allowed me a few silent moments to regain some composure as you  slipped quietly from the bed, slid the toy back into the drawer and then  settled into the bed next to me. There were no words for what I felt  anyway and it seems you felt the same. When I could breathe, think  straight again, I rolled towards you and smiled. "I'm not sure where  that came from," I said softly gesturing at the mess we made. You smiled  and motioned me to you, gathering my body around you. Nestled against  me now, with your back slightly to me, limbs beginning to intertwine and  wriggling lightly to get comfortable I heard you whisper it. "Straight  from your heart. It comes from your heart." Gently stroking your arms  and pulling you in closer to my soul, I was left to contemplate what  transpired between us this amazing evening, as you started your journey  toward sleep.
 

I have no memory of how long that peaceful pose of intimacy held between  us. Minutes? Hours? The quality was far more important than  quantification. It was a night of firsts for me. I began to regret a bit  that I had taken so much from you and given nothing in return. It  occurred to me, with a smile, that come morning I could certainly make  that right. I just really remember the feeling of floating, of existing  weightless and yet held firmly, of feeling safe and secure yet not  smothered for the first time. Slowly I felt it as your breathing crossed  over from the conscious to the un and your body melded into mine,  transitioning from the transitory doze to the semi-permanence of  slumber. I felt the tingles as my right arm took a cue from you and fell  to sleep. I remember the moment the numbness and the prickles took  over. I looked down over the top of your head and smiled to myself. You  just never cease to amaze me. I left you briefly with my left hand to  work a bit of the crisp cotton sheet and the thin woolen blanket up  around us. Before you could stir I replaced that hand, back around your  right elbow, back where it belonged.
 

The room was dark, devoid of a light source, but the inky blue of night  on a dazzling full moon provided me shadows and highlights of you, of a  satisfying evening. I pressed my chin a bit tighter to the top of your  head, breathed deeply your special scent; the mixture of exhaustion,  hard work, passion and lust that I craved tonight. My arm tingled  beneath you in protest and I heed it not. Most would have moved their  arm, I supposed, as I kissed the top of your head. But I'm me and not  like most. In the moment before slumber over took my soul as well, I was  acutely aware that I've lived a lifetime for a moment like this.