First Lesson {3/4}afterandalasiaApril 11 2011, 21:28:08 UTC
"Perfect," she said.
She pressed her mouth against the other breast, toying with her tongue and sucking on the skin. Jasmine tilted her head back against the door, tangling the fingers of her other hand in Vanessa's hair, smelling the woman's perfume. Fluttering sounds, like falling fabric, and then breasts pressed against her stomach and she sighed at the soft fullness of them, the harder touch of the nipples.
"What does your Prince do with you, then?" asked Vanessa, almost casually. She flicked at a nipple with the tip of her tongue. "Does he know how to take you to bed?"
"He kisses me," Jasmine replied breathlessly. "He kisses and holds me and-- oh!"
She cried out as Vanessa planted a hard, sucking kiss on her stomach, almost painful in its intensity. Hair brushed against her as she felt her pants being loosened, slipped down over her hips to reveal the cotton of her panties beneath, then Vanessa released her breast to rub, maddeningly lightly, against the flesh beneath.
"Not this," Jasmine gasped.
She looked down; Vanessa knelt naked at her feet. The woman's hair may have been a match for Jasmine's own, but her skin was far lighter, almost luminous even in the light of the room. Jasmine could see her breasts, with rosy nipples, then the soft curves of her skin leading down to the dark curls between her thighs. Jasmine's clothes were pooled at her feet, soft silk that had felt like fire drifting off, only panties remaining.
Vanessa leaned in to lick through the cotton, and Jasmine felt her knees go week, another moan coming from her throat. She could feel heat through her body, and a peculiar dampness between her thighs; her hand crept downwards uncertainly.
"Hey, hey, watch it there," said Vanessa. She stopped the shifting hand with a kiss on the fingertips. "Not too fast, hmm? Take your lessons slow."
Jasmine swallowed, finding herself breathless. "Please," she said, again, more desperation in her voice this time. A grimace passed her face as Vanessa rose to her feet again, even as the woman kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Go on," Vanessa whispered. She bit Jasmine's lower lip, finding it slightly swollen. "Sit on the couch."
She stepped aside, waiting with one hand in her hair as Jasmine stepped shaking from her hands, discarded her panties without prompt, and went to sit on the couch. Jasmine sat with her knees pressed together, her hands on the edge of the seat, eyes feasting on Vanessa's body. The woman was slightly softer in her build, not so slim, with breasts that she cupped in her hands like offerings as she walked slowly, sashaying, hips swinging, across the room. The heat between Jasmine's thighs built almost to a pain as the older woman reached her, pushed her shoulders back against the couch, and straddled across her lap.
Jasmine's hands lifted automatically to Vaness's hips. She tilted her face for another kiss, rewarded with hands cupping her jaw and a tongue exploring her mouth, fiercely, deeply. Soft sounds of pleasure emerged from Jasmine's throat as Vanessa rocked slightly in her lap, then the witch drew away, arching her back slightly, as if proferring her breasts.
"Go on," she said, voice silky and inviting. "Try it yourself."
Tentatively Jasmine lapped at one of the perfect, rosy nipples; with a murmur of encouragement she drew it further into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. Her response came in the form of the most delicious whimpering sound, Vanessa's hands stroking her hair, encouraging. Then a hand slipped down, coming to rest on her belly, and Vanessa drew back slightly, drawing her breast from Jasmine's mouth.
"I think I could come to enjoy these lessons," she whispered, and then kissed her again. The warmth of her mouth, the taste of her just tinged with the salt of sweat... it was sending Jasmine's heart pounding, and without understanding why she arched her back, pressing her hips up towards the touch that was almost there.
She pressed her mouth against the other breast, toying with her tongue and sucking on the skin. Jasmine tilted her head back against the door, tangling the fingers of her other hand in Vanessa's hair, smelling the woman's perfume. Fluttering sounds, like falling fabric, and then breasts pressed against her stomach and she sighed at the soft fullness of them, the harder touch of the nipples.
"What does your Prince do with you, then?" asked Vanessa, almost casually. She flicked at a nipple with the tip of her tongue. "Does he know how to take you to bed?"
"He kisses me," Jasmine replied breathlessly. "He kisses and holds me and-- oh!"
She cried out as Vanessa planted a hard, sucking kiss on her stomach, almost painful in its intensity. Hair brushed against her as she felt her pants being loosened, slipped down over her hips to reveal the cotton of her panties beneath, then Vanessa released her breast to rub, maddeningly lightly, against the flesh beneath.
"Not this," Jasmine gasped.
She looked down; Vanessa knelt naked at her feet. The woman's hair may have been a match for Jasmine's own, but her skin was far lighter, almost luminous even in the light of the room. Jasmine could see her breasts, with rosy nipples, then the soft curves of her skin leading down to the dark curls between her thighs. Jasmine's clothes were pooled at her feet, soft silk that had felt like fire drifting off, only panties remaining.
Vanessa leaned in to lick through the cotton, and Jasmine felt her knees go week, another moan coming from her throat. She could feel heat through her body, and a peculiar dampness between her thighs; her hand crept downwards uncertainly.
"Hey, hey, watch it there," said Vanessa. She stopped the shifting hand with a kiss on the fingertips. "Not too fast, hmm? Take your lessons slow."
Jasmine swallowed, finding herself breathless. "Please," she said, again, more desperation in her voice this time. A grimace passed her face as Vanessa rose to her feet again, even as the woman kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Go on," Vanessa whispered. She bit Jasmine's lower lip, finding it slightly swollen. "Sit on the couch."
She stepped aside, waiting with one hand in her hair as Jasmine stepped shaking from her hands, discarded her panties without prompt, and went to sit on the couch. Jasmine sat with her knees pressed together, her hands on the edge of the seat, eyes feasting on Vanessa's body. The woman was slightly softer in her build, not so slim, with breasts that she cupped in her hands like offerings as she walked slowly, sashaying, hips swinging, across the room. The heat between Jasmine's thighs built almost to a pain as the older woman reached her, pushed her shoulders back against the couch, and straddled across her lap.
Jasmine's hands lifted automatically to Vaness's hips. She tilted her face for another kiss, rewarded with hands cupping her jaw and a tongue exploring her mouth, fiercely, deeply. Soft sounds of pleasure emerged from Jasmine's throat as Vanessa rocked slightly in her lap, then the witch drew away, arching her back slightly, as if proferring her breasts.
"Go on," she said, voice silky and inviting. "Try it yourself."
Tentatively Jasmine lapped at one of the perfect, rosy nipples; with a murmur of encouragement she drew it further into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. Her response came in the form of the most delicious whimpering sound, Vanessa's hands stroking her hair, encouraging. Then a hand slipped down, coming to rest on her belly, and Vanessa drew back slightly, drawing her breast from Jasmine's mouth.
"I think I could come to enjoy these lessons," she whispered, and then kissed her again. The warmth of her mouth, the taste of her just tinged with the salt of sweat... it was sending Jasmine's heart pounding, and without understanding why she arched her back, pressing her hips up towards the touch that was almost there.
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