sailing on the velvet sea
for wintersweet, who sponsored me for write-o-rama and wanted girlsmut. it's also the cybergeishas (you would only know that if you were in my head) but tsuki_no_bara deserves her own piece.
I tease your thighs apart, gently brushing them with a long white feather; your body turns in a languid shudder. My lips surround and suckle your nipples until they are firm, sweet berries in my mouth, and I bite them, savoring your quiet groans. The feather traces curls and circles along your skin, darting in-then-away like the hummingbird moth; and when I bend to taste your sweetness you cry out, arching toward me, craving the warmth and softness of my tongue.
I cannot resist. Teasing you has brought me to the edge of madness, watching the way your body twists before me - your skin flushed and sweaty, glowing in the low lights, your hips jerking off the mat and your hands combing through my hair, knees gripping my shoulders and holding me still. I tear myself away, soothe quiet nonsense and shift around on the mat, part my legs and cry with relief at your warm breath kissing my inner thighs. Then two fingers slick-slip inside of me, twist and I am lost; the waves swell and crash and I bury my face in your soft, damp curls, feel your body tense and shudder again and again along with my own.
We are castaways on an open sea of pleasures.
I tease your thighs apart, gently brushing them with a long white feather; your body turns in a languid shudder. My lips surround and suckle your nipples until they are firm, sweet berries in my mouth, and I bite them, savoring your quiet groans. The feather traces curls and circles along your skin, darting in-then-away like the hummingbird moth; and when I bend to taste your sweetness you cry out, arching toward me, craving the warmth and softness of my tongue.
I cannot resist. Teasing you has brought me to the edge of madness, watching the way your body twists before me - your skin flushed and sweaty, glowing in the low lights, your hips jerking off the mat and your hands combing through my hair, knees gripping my shoulders and holding me still. I tear myself away, soothe quiet nonsense and shift around on the mat, part my legs and cry with relief at your warm breath kissing my inner thighs. Then two fingers slick-slip inside of me, twist and I am lost; the waves swell and crash and I bury my face in your soft, damp curls, feel your body tense and shudder again and again along with my own.
We are castaways on an open sea of pleasures.