My two Lovers
Watching him sleep was such a wonderful thing. In rest
there were no frowns, no worries, just peace. He is
beautiful when he sleeps. His dark hair falls across his
forehead and I gently brush it off. The long lashes on
lids closed over those incredible hazel eyes. He takes my
breath away sometimes without ever knowing that he's
doing it and never understanding why. He was good that
night. He was everything that my heart desired. Loving,
tender, passionate, attentive. Yet, there was a part of
me that he didn't reach and that part of me yearned to be
caressed. I thought of you as J and I made love. I
wondered what it would feel like to have your body
pressed against mine as his had been. I wondered what it
would be like to have your lips touch that place that
yearned. I wanted you. More than that, I desired you. I
wanted to feel the curve of your breasts and taste the
sweetness of your skin. And yes, I wanted you in my head
as well as in my bed. Try as he may, J will never be able
to touch that part of my being just because.
When I saw you alone for those last precious minutes, and
was finally able to touch the body of the woman I loved,
I felt that this is what I've missed for so very long.
This was right. This was the way it's supposed to be. I
felt the warmth and the love. The connection was there
for me. All of these feelings enveloped me as I watched
him sleeping peacefully that night as my body yearned. I
thought about holding you in my arms and nuzzling your
breasts as I caressed my own. In the darkness of the
room, with the only light that of the reflection from the
pool outside, I closed my eyes and pretended that the
fingers encircling my nipples were yours. That the hot
breath on my neck from him was you blowing softly on that
special spot just behind my ear. As my nipples came to
attention I imagined your tongue flicking over them fast
and furiously causing me to moan in delectable pleasure.
Yes, I wanted you. I wanted you with me in that bed. I
wanted you to touch me and to be able to touch you in
every conceivable way. The more I wanted you, the more
that special place cried out. It was your touch that it
wanted. I'd grown large and hot. From experience I knew
that I was a deep pink--almost purple. I wanted to
explode, but I wanted the feeling to last for that was
the only way that I could have you with me.
Very slowly I moved one hand down my stomach barely
touching the skin. The other continued to play with my
nipples. Pinching, twisting, kneading them with my
fingers. My body was on fire and I hate to think of the
noises that probably awakened the guests in the next
room. I thought about what you'd do to me if you were
there. I decided that you'd tease me mercilessly by
making small circles with your finger just above my pubic
bone. My hips thrust against J's thigh involuntarily
while he slept on oblivious to my movements. The moans
and whimpers escaping my lips because I was powerless to
control the fuck lust. I bit my lower lip so hard that I
tasted teeny tiny droplets of blood. I wanted you and
only you at that moment. My hands moved to gently caress
my inner thighs slick with the juices that J left behind.
I closed my eyes more tightly and breathed more deeply.
All the while my hips occasionally thrusting against his
thigh. I wanted to cum so badly. My head a swirl of
sexual energy. My hands moved inward toward my clit--
that special place that held the key to my release. So
hot, so wet, so engorged. I whimpered and fought hard to
stay in control. I was determined to hold on as long as I
could so that I could feel you with me. I slowly ran a
finger along my slit feeling the lips swollen to almost
twice their normal aroused size. My body screamed at me
for release. I inserted a finger into my hole, pretending
that it was yours. I used the thumb of the same hand to
circle around the shaft just below the head. I knew that
if I touched the head the moment would be over, never to
be recaptured in the same way again. I wanted that moment
to last as long as it possibly could. The finger pushed
in a little deeper and I began to work it in and out
slowly, slowly. I inserted another finger and felt the
muscles tighten around them as the furnace was stoked. My
juices flowed like a river intermixed with the remnants
of J's. Finally, I could take no more and my body thrust
against him involuntarily as I fucked myself with my
hand. I brushed the thumb against the head of my clit a
couple of times and wailed your name as I came and came
and came. I quivered as the muscles contracted. The room
spun and I lost all sense of time and place. The fuck
lust had taken control and I didn't hold back. I don't
know how long I orgasmed, but it felt like forever. In a
word, it was "delicious." I took my fingers out of my
body and held them under my nose. Ah yes, the pungent
smell of release. It was inviting so I had to taste.
First one finger, and then the other, found its way into
my mouth where I licked and sucked them clean.
I looked over at J softly snoring the night away. Never
moving. Never knowing that he'd aided in bringing me
closer to you. As much as I adore him, neither he, nor
any other man, will ever be able to touch that part of
me. You and J are my two loves. Each of you holding a
portion of me inside of you. Each of you giving a portion
of yourselves to me. One day woman-love. One day...
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