Falling Water - Sex Stories

Falling Water

... her breasts. He cupped them, squeezed them gently, then let go. She wondered briefly why, but concentrated on kissing him. A moment later, she felt him lathering up her breasts with the bar of soap she had put down a few minutes ago. He put the bar aside, and his hands slithered--there was no other word for it--over her soapy breasts. They felt frictionless, and yet there was friction everywhere he touched. He caressed the underside of her breasts, his fingers ran across her nipples, he massaged the upper surfaces, until she felt he must have memorized every inch. He pulled back, and she let him, her hand still resting behind his neck. He lifted his hand to sluice the soap off it, and then lowered it to cover hers between her legs. She felt a thrill of pleasure, as though he were touching her himself, but his fingers just rested lightly on hers as she continued to pleasure herself. His erection rubbed against her hip; firm, smooth, pulsing. He turned her slightly so water ran over her breast and rinsed the soap away, then bent to suck her nipple. The sensations from between her legs spiked, and she almost came on the spot. Then she did come; a mini-gasm, but a promise of more to come. She pulled back a bit, about to drop to her knees, but he beat her to it. He knelt before her, hands caressing her thighs, and leaned forward, his intention obvious. She moved her thumb out of the way, two fingers still inside her, and his tongue darted out to lick her clit. She shuddered, and ...

... leaned back again. She was tempted to close her eyes, but she wanted to take in the whole experience. She was suddenly grateful for her diet, for breasts and stomach that did not obscure the view, as his tongue darted out again, fluttering over her clit. He looked up at her, and their eyes met as he licked her again. His tongue set up a steady rhythm, circling her clit, then dancing over it, then back to circling. She groaned at the pleasure, and he grinned, then licked harder. "Oh ..." she said, and again "oh..." and then cried out a third time "ohhh..." as she came. There was nothing "mini" about this orgasm; it raced through her body, hot like the water cascading down her back. He slowed, but did not stop his ministrations, and she knew there were more orgasms on the horizon. But first... She pulled him to his feet, his erection dragging against her body as he rose. One hand still between her legs, she took his hardness in her other hand and stroked it. He looked at her face, mesmerized, and his gaze followed as she gracefully dropped to squat in front of him. She held him in her hand and licked him from bottom to top, then down, around, savoring the silky surface and the hardness beneath. Suddenly her mouth engulfed him, and he growled. She had never had a lover who growled before, and she decided instantly that she liked it. She sucked briefly, then pulled her mouth almost all the way off him. Her hand stroked him, as her tongue swirled around the head, and his hand came ...