Disclaimer: This story involves sexual activities between two women. If this is not your cup of tea, then please hit the Back button on your Internet browser. If not, then read away. This is a continuance of another story I've written. If you haven't, you may want to read the first story, "Waiting". It's located in the lesbian/romance section. It will help you to get caught up to the present time in this story. I really hope that part two of this story will be of equal quality to part one. Feel free to sent comments to thatsmysecret19@hotmail.com Thanks a lot!
Waiting Pt. 2
by Raine
No, this is not a dream. I awake slowly, drifting from my sea of dreams. The morning sun is shining into the window through the slightly open blinds. I lay with my eyes closed, a smile upon my face, remembering what happened the night before. Such a wonderful thing could easily be a dream. I'm lucky, so very lucky, to have actually experienced you. Even with my eyes closed, I can smell your sweet scent in the air. I can feel your hand resting upon my stomach. I can hear your slow, relaxed breathing. You are asleep I'm sure.
I open my eyes and look over beside me. There you are, naked, lying on your back. Your chest is gently rising and falling with each soft breath you take. I let my eyes freely roam over your body. The sun's rays are lightly strewn over your legs and chest, barely missing your beautiful face. The face of my sleeping angel. I imagine that you'll wake soon. I could watch you sleep for hours, love. Your skin is so soft and smooth, it is very difficult for me not to touch you.
I reach down and take your hand that is resting on my tummy into my own. I place a single kiss inside the palm and place it down on the bed beside your body. You're still asleep, so I decide to get out of bed and take a shower while I'm waiting for you to wake up. I get out of the bed and walk over towards the bathroom, picking up our clothes that were thrown off in the fiery depths of passion last night. I place our things in the clothesbasket that I have in the bathroom and turn the shower on. I get in the shower. The water is so warm. It wakes my muscles and the rest of my body to the new day. I am, once again, taken back to the memories of last night. My mind keeps returning to that bliss, but can you blame it? I lean my head back and let the water flow over my face and down my body. The heat makes my nerve endings extra sensitive. I can remember every touch, every kiss, every caress, and I cannot wait until I can do that very thing again. I let out a slight sigh of contentment. I could die right now a happy woman. I've experienced one heaven on earth, in you, love.
I suddenly feel your soft hand on my shoulder and I jump a little. You startled me. You're standing there, still naked, and I catch myself staring at your body. I start to say goodmorning, but you quiet me by putting your finger to my lips. You step into the shower and press me back lightly against the shower wall. You trace my lips with your finger, and then you slowly bring your lips to mine. Words cannot fully describe the power of your kiss, dearest. You kiss my upper lip, then the bottom, then both. Your mouth is open slightly and your tongue slides past my lips, playing with my tongue. We kiss for a moment longer. Mmmmm, eternity if you wish. Your hands are embracing me as we kiss, holding onto my back to keep me steady. My knees tend to get week when you kiss me so. My arms are on the sides of your slender waist. You're so soft.
Our kiss breaks. I'm breathless. You say that you want to soap me up and I say sure, as long as I get my turn to do the same to you. (I wink). You laugh your playful, sexy laugh as you grab the body wash and start rubbing your palms together. Your hands are all over me. I'm slippery with soapsuds, but having a good time. I get some soap and get you soapy as well. We embrace again and it's very erotic to have such a slippery, sliding feeling from the soap. Our breasts slide against each other's. In all of this soapy fun, I almost forget about our plans to go out today. I'd much rather just make love to you all day, however, we both decide that it would be good to go somewhere, after all, night is just hours away. We kiss once more. This is a hot, kiss of delicious longing. How will I make it through the day?
We rinse off, and get out of the shower. We get dressed (in casual clothes, just jeans and sweaters) and have breakfast. Our plans are to go out for a picnic and we want and early start. We get into your car and you drive out to a secluded spot. You know how much I like our privacy on weekends like these. We sit and talk into the afternoon, I listen to your words and the thoughts you tell me of. I want to know everything about you. Everything you think, your feelings, your ideas, all of you. I'd love to just live in the universe that is "you" and stay forever. You feed me a strawberry. I feed you one. I read a love letter I wrote for you especially for this day. You're blushing. You take my hand and squeeze it softly. You sing to me, and I'm almost brought to tears. You have a very beautiful voice, love. I can't take it anymore, so, I lay you down, on the blanket we brought, and kiss you. I will never, ever, get enough of your kiss. Those delicious, soft lips could kiss me a thousand times and I would still want more. I bring my hands over your sides and slide them down. I pull your sweater off over your head. You have no bra on, naughty girl! I missed that small detail when you were getting dressed. What a surprise! (Can you see the flames flickering in my eyes?) I place a kiss on your right breast. My tongue makes a circle around your nipple.
I take a long look at your beautiful breasts. Ah, I still think this could be some dream. I won't question it though. I'll only enjoy this. I massage your breasts some more and get a bright idea. We just happen to have some whipped cream with us. I ask you if you planned this somehow, and then we both laugh. I place the airy, light cream over your nipple. I let my tongue dance over it, tasting the whipped cream. You giggle slightly as I do this. Delicious. Whipped cream never tasted so good. I'm taking my sweet time, and about to move to the other breast, when I feel something hit my arm. It was the light drop of a sprinkle of water. I look up and suddenly it starts to pour down rain. Sheets of rain are falling all over us. We scream and gather everything up, laughing as we get into the car. Your putting your shirt back on as the rain splatters against the car. I ask you if you're ready to go home. You say yes, with a slight hint of hurriedness in your voice. You drive us to your apartment, it's closer. We don't manage to get into the door without getting soaked even more by the rain.
As I put my things down in the kitchen, you tell me to follow you into your bedroom. I walk in and you tell me to take off my wet clothes and change into something of yours. I tell you that it's not just water making me wet and you say that you know and glance back at me with those sex-hungry eyes. I shiver. You change into a robe and leave me to find something to wear while you make us some hot cocoa. I look through your closet and find a robe similar to yours. It's silk. Smooth and very comfortable on my skin. Yours is a light shade of violet and mine is a light shade of pink. I put it on and walk into the kitchen to find you.
We sit and drink our hot chocolate. I stare at you, and look away when you look over, flirting just the smallest bit. (wink) You eventually, look over at me and say that you want me very badly, and have all day actually, and you cannot go any longer without making love to me. I swallow my last sip of hot cocoa very quickly, as you grab my hand and pull me up out of the chair and towards the bedroom.
You stop to turn on a small lamp that is sitting on your bedside table, and then you turn out the bright overhead light. Just enough light exists for me to make out your silhouette. You walk me over to the mirror. I am pondering why we are standing here, as you look at me through the mirror. Standing behind me, you say that you want me to see how beautiful I am to you. You untie my robe and slide it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor and I feel the air hit my skin. You take off your robe too and it swishes to the floor into a puddle of fabric. I look up into the mirror and look at myself, you behind me, both of us naked, yearning for each other. I can see your flushed cheeks even in the dim light. You bring your hands around to cradle my waist and I sigh and lean back into you. Your breasts are softly pressing against my back. You comfort me so, love. You kiss my neck and run your hands over my stomach and up to my breasts. I sigh again. I want you so badly, dearest.
I turn around and bring my lips almost touching yours. I linger like this, before your soft lips, making the eagerness grow. I whisper inaudible syllables to your lips. Finally, I kiss you. As we kiss, I walk you back towards the bed and we lay upon it. I tell you I want to kiss every part of your body and I slowly do so, first your shoulders, then your collarbone, then down your arm and your hand to your fingers and up the inside. Same on the other arm, my kisses tracing and outline of your body. I kiss over your chest and your breasts, your stomach, down your thighs and calves and up the insides to your sex. I finally move up (after a little lingering a bit longer than usual) and place kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and finally, your lips. As I do that, we fall into a long sensuous, erotic, kiss. I feel myself slipping away and completely moving into the kiss. It's that feeling where nothing else in the world seems to matter except the very moment you are in. I feel that way with you, my love. Your tongue darts into my mouth and I feel as though you may devour me right here.
I slide my hand down your body, while your hands move fiercely all over my body. Your need is so great. I place my hand between your legs and you open them gently to give me greater access. I slide a finger inside you. You are very slippery, my dear, and I move in and out, faster and faster. You are moaning while kissing me with the same fever as before. Your breasts are pressed against me and I can feel how hard your nipples are. I break the kiss and move my mouth and tongue downward. I meet your aching nipples and suck them gently, nibbling just slightly. You gasp as I do this. My finger is still inside you, and I add another while I stay at your needful breasts a little longer.
Your moaning is very loud, and is turning me on very much so. I can feel my wetness seeping onto my thighs. I move down your stomach, my tongue is tracing a line. I make almost instant contact with your clit, and you are going wild. I want you to come hard for me, I want to feel and taste your desire. I add another finger, and curl them upward to find your G-spot. I can hear the sound of my fingers moving inside you and it makes me even hotter. My desire never ceases to be overwhelmingly more with every moment. I flick my tongue over your clit and close my lips around it. Still moving my three fingers inside you. You are shaking as you start to come, your sex closes tightly around my fingers and I feel you release as you come. You have aftershocks, and I drink in your desire and play with your clit until you come again. I love to feel you come for me, dearest.
I let you calm down after this and I lay next to you on the bed. Watching your beautiful face as you catch your breath and return to your senses. You have tears, of joy, in your eyes and tell me how much you needed me, and still do. I hold your face in my hands and tell you that I need you as much as you need me and I love you. I start to cry, only for joy that I have you with me here. It's too much to handle. A love so real and true that it is heartbreaking to encompass it. I hold love here. It is she, with me.
You sit up and move over me and straddle me, your legs on either side of me. You say you love me so very much and you kiss me. I cannot move. Your kiss has transfixed me. I am under your spell for sure. I giggle to myself. You move down my body, with that hot tongue of yours. Everywhere you touch makes me burn with lust. Oh, how I love to feel your lips and tongue. You reach my sex and begin to slide your tongue into me and then up toward my clit. I'm moaning and calling your name, and you're holding onto my thighs to keep me in place. You suck my clit and flick it, rolling it with your tongue around in a circle, over and over and over. I'm going over the edge and you keep your tongue on my clit as I come, I twitch as you bring me to ecstasy again. You lick me and taste my joy and slide your hands all over my thighs. You come back and lay back on the bed next to me, both of us tired from lovemaking but completely satisfied. We kiss once again and I move over and turn out the lamp. I feel you slide your body up behind mine. I feel your breasts and stomach against my back. You wrap an arm over my stomach, as if to say that you own me. I grin to myself. I am yours, love.
THE END
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