Mary and Kim share a bed - Sex Stories

Mary and Kim share a bed

... smiles playfully to me. "Mu-wah-ha-ha!" she whispers in her best evil villainess voice. She can be such a goof! I enjoy the sight of the treasure before me. I'm such a lucky girl! She's absolutely gorgeous. Even her smallest pucker is beckoning me. I stick out my tongue and give her a few soft licks before I hear "No, Kim. No." in her 'you had better listen to me' voice. Okay. Okay. Her body. Her rules. I give her slit a few long licks with the flat of my tongue. As if she weren't already wet. She feels so good against my tongue! So warm. So soft. So silky. She tastes wonderful. The soapy flavor is gone. It's all her. And I'm loving it. My long hair is in a loose night braid. With my free hand, I tickle her with the end. She begins to move her hips in a figure-eight. "Kim, PLEASE!" she whispers hoarsely. She's right. I've teased her long enough. It's time to try and give her what she craves. What we both crave. I lick slowly at her wonderful little bundle of nerves. Her mouth falls open and she closes her eyes. She nods. Her hand finds the back of my head and presses me to her. I lick a bit faster. She nods and makes a fist in my hair. I keep up a steady pace. She bites her lip. Changing tactics. I wrap my lips around her and suck noisily. I watch her face in the dim light. Her eyes are tightly shut. I flick my tongue back and forth as I suck on her. She slaps the mattress with her free hand and grinds against my face. I feel so lucky! I reach down underneath her and rake my ...

... fingernails along her spine. That might have been what did it for her. She stiffens. Her legs clamp around my neck. A low a****listic growl issues from her throat. She grabs a pillow and covers her face to mute her sounds. She bucks against my face a couple more times then her body goes limp. She releases my hair. I feel so proud that I can bring her pleasure. She was such a relentless tease earlier. I'm not done. I continue the same pace, never letting up. My lips and tongue are starting to fatigue. I hold her limp body up to my face and keep going. She uncovers her face, putting the pillow aside. Our eyes meet. "What are you doing?" she whispers. I don't answer. I just keep doing what I'm doing. Watching her. Trying to read her face through the darkness. "Kim, I already ... oh my ..." she says and her words trail off. "Oh Kimmy ..." She strokes my hair. I'm beginning to tire. I refuse to change pace. She presses herself to me again. I'm encouraged. Renewed. Her hand finds the back of my neck. Pressing me to her. As if she needed to. She's building. I can tell by the way she breathes. She raises her head and meets my eyes. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't need to. I see it in her eyes. She's close again. Her legs stiffen and she clamps to my neck again. Her hand moves from the back of my neck and presses against my forehead. I can see her belly flexing. Her breathing is short. Sharp. Needy. I change tactics. I kiss her softly. Tenderly. I press my tongue into her. Nectar. ...