Crimson Lights

A Willing Gamble (End)

Samar kept building the pressure, the pleasure within Anna. She wanted to make Anna breathless with need, breathless with love.

Climbing onto the bed slowly, still ensuring that their bodies didn't brush each other's, Samar kissed her once again – yet after having to watch Samar from afar, Anna was having none of it – she circled her hands around Samar's neck and brought their bodies closer.

Warm bodies touching for the first time, the intensity of the heat that their bodies generated was too much for them. Hot electric coursed through, bringing out moans of pleasure from both of them. The kiss grew urgent all of a sudden; desperation fuelling them, passion ignited the moment their lips met minutes ago. Samar couldn't get her thoughts straight; she knew she had to – she needed to. She didn't want Anna's first time to be gone in minutes.

Putting her hands on Anna's shoulders, she gently nudged her away.

"Slow down a little, Anna. I want to savour you. Let me look at you more."

Swallowing her protests, Anna bit on the back of her hand when Samar bend down and began licking her nipples. The sensation that each flick of her tongue was causing was brand new to Anna; she felt heat gathering at the pits of her belly and a primal need to answer Samar's touches. She was well aware that Samar was watching her every reactions; she wanted to control her expressions yet she couldn't help it; she knew what kind of expression she had on her face yet she could do nothing about it. The sensations that Samar was causing her to feel were too much to bear; she was beginning to thrash on the bed.

Despite Anna's reactions, Samar's hand gently massaged the other breast, tugging softly at the other nipple; rolling the bud with her fingers. Anna's moans were getting louder with each tug, with each lick, with each suck of the nipple and still, Samar didn't want to release her. Her unique flavour lingered on Samar's tongue; it had a kind of addictive taste that Samar couldn't simply get enough of. Tracing the outline of each nipple with her tongue, Samar rolled them between her teeth, nipping just hard enough on the brink of pleasure and pain.

The release came all of a sudden; her cries of pleasure rang out loud, taking her by surprise at the sudden intensity of it. Her body shook violently as the waves of pleasure ran up the course of her body, causing her to buckle against Samar as Samar gathered her in her arms, holding Anna in place as she waited for it to subside.

"What was ... that was ... Samar ..."

Smiling at the still panting Anna, Samar stroked her hair for a few minutes, waiting for Anna's tremors to subside before slowly releasing her to continue her exploration downwards.

"You've got to be joking, right?" Anna asked, disbelief clear and loud in her voice.

Hovering above her stomach, Samar lifted her gaze to look at her. "You want me to stop?" she asked. Catching the heavy glint of desire still lingering behind Samar's eyes, Anna swallowed noticeably and shook her head.

"N – no; go on."

Her eyes held Anna's for a few more seconds before she moved lower, still trailing kisses as she went. The throbbing below had subsided slightly yet Anna could still feel the heat from Samar's mouth all over her body. It was as if Samar's kisses were indeed leaving marks on her; invisible marks that were spreading fire all over her.

She realised Samar's intentions a moment too late; Samar's tongue was already tracing her wet velvet, probing deeper into her folds. Not bothering to mask her reactions anymore, she took a big hold of Samar's hair, gripping them tight in her fists. Instinctively, she was guiding Samar towards her pleasure spots – though Samar was sure that Anna didn't realise what she was doing. Licking her clit, she slowly inserted her finger into Anna; putting in one, then two at the same moment. She could feel Anna tightening around her and knew from the way Anna was pulling her in that she was at her limit.