Snippets of Love

love

The girl I'd brought home was a small petite thing with an attitude. She curled up against my side in the back of the car as I told my driver to head for home.

When we arrived she turned to me, her eyes sparkling, her lips shining with fresh wetness, and all I could think was 'she's beautiful'.

I ran my finger down the side of her freckled jaw, and she let out a soft sigh that had me pulsating with want.

"Come here," I whispered, tugging her closer to me by the waist of her shorts. She wrapped her tan arms around my neck and leaned in close, her plump, peach lips just a mere centimeter from my own.

"Kiss me," she said.

I leaned down and when our lips melted together, it was euphoric, unlike any sensation my lips had felt before. Soft, wet, cool.

I picked her up easily and she wrapped her legs around me, her thighs squeezing tight. I held onto her for dear life and practically ran to the front door, up a flight of stairs and into my bedroom. I leaned her against the closed door and slowly dropped her down to her own feet.

Concern flooded my consciousness. She'd said she'd never been with someone like me before. I was her first. I stood and watched her for a moment, her hair a mess, her lips smudged with lipstick, her eyes hooded and a bit dazed with lust.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She put her hands on my waist and pushed me back until I felt the bed on the back of my legs. I scooted back as she climbed on top of me. She leaned over me and kissed me, her hair falling into my face, tickling me. She tugged at my own hair and I let out a moan.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," I managed to mumble between kisses. After a while, she seemed unsure of what to do next, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I chuckled and gently pulled her shirt over her head. I unbuttoned her pants, and she took them off before straddling me once again. I could feel the heat of her sex against my stomach, and I had to clench my teeth to stay under control. I didn't want to scare her off.

I slowly rolled us so I was on top, and she blushed. I kept my eyes on her and I began to kiss her chest, my hand finding their way around her to expertly unclip the bra. Her breasts were small, but round and perky. I threw the piece of fabric behind me and she giggled. I gave her a sloppy grin and watched her as I leaned down and ran my tongue around her dark pink nipple. She moaned and her hips bucked up against me. I slowly flicked the hardened nipple with my tongue before taking the sweet flesh into my mouth and sucking lightly at first, but becoming a bit more aggressive at the sound of her excited arousal.

I began to kiss and lick my way down her chest, across her soft, warm belly, to the soaked piece of fabric covering her vagina. Her hands wrapped themselves into my long hair and pulled. I slowly pulled the soft fabric from her and watched in pride as the fabric came away glistening with her wetness. Fuck. I wanted her so badly.

I took a deep breath, only to be aroused further by the sweet smell of her pleasure. I blew softly on the light hairs there, and watched as her folds began to throb. I kissed around the area, and inside her thighs, never touching her delicate flower.

"Please. Please, Aria. I need you."

Aria. She'd said my name. With a deep hunger, I let the full length of my tongue run over her clit, and she gasped, flinching at the sensation.

"Oh god," her voice was high and  filled with lust.

Encouraged, I did so again, her juices sweet and sticky. I ran my tongue over her fold, faster and faster, as she bagan move her hips in time with me. I latched my lips around her clit, and wrapped my arms around her legs to keep them from clenching, and sucked.

"Ahh, god, Aria!" She clenched her fists and bucked her hips and I smiled against her warmth as she let the orgasm take over. It lasted well over 30 seconds, as I continued to suck and lick and caress her pulsating clit.

I was about to begin again, but she shocked me by grabbing my shoulders and pulling me up.

"Let me make you feel good too."

I was about to protest, but she shushed me with a soft kiss. I shivered, the thought of her lips touching mine, still slick with her own juices, making all thoughts of protest leave.

I allowed her to climb on top of me, her naked body leaving a wet stickness on my own. She helped me tug off my clothes, and a bit awkwardly unclipped my bra. She blushed again, her whole face turning red, and dropped the bra to the floor. I reached up and brought her face down to mine, leaving tender kisses here and there.

A bit more comfortable, she kept her eyes on me as she spread my legs and, with her teeth, pulled my panties over my legs. I couldn't help but grin and she spit them over the side of the bed, and leaned forward to kiss me once more. She cupped my breast, and kissed it lightly at first, but with my encouraged moan, harder. Her saliva was warm, her lips tender, and I watched as the red lipstick left traces of her lips on my breast.

She flicked at my nipple, and a burst of butterflies shot through my stomach and left my clot throbbing. The cold air sent my nipples into a frenzy, and she moaned as she sucked, closing her hazel eyes. She left a trail of kisses, as I'd done to her, all traces of hesitation gone.

Her lips were cool against my hot folds, and she kissed them slowly, over and over again, until I could no longer bear it.

"Fuck," I moaned, as she finally sent the tip of her tongue darting out. A burst of sensation filled my clit, and had me whimpering. My hands clenched the silky sheets.

She slipped two fingers in, then three, and stroked in and out, rapidly. The orgasm came like a rushing train, hitting me hard. My legs seized, my brain stopped working, and all I was aware of was her and her fingers.

It was only after, when we were lying on the bed, covered in sweat and grinning lazily at each other like fools, that I realized I loved this woman.