Afterglow

by Debby Mitchell

Your lips are like marshmallow, but juicy and rich. Your little-girl kisses so soft. I just want to hold you and feel the heat, building slowly like a fire lapping at a log, the occasional spark flicking in to the night.

Your arms hold me close. Your legs entwine with mine, your wetness evident on my thigh. I reach down and feel you, allowing a finger to trace along your lips, lingering on your clit, before returning to your entry, and teasing. Circular motions, lubricating my fingers and your velvety flesh. A finger enters you, briefly, then back to the circles. Teasing you, wanting you to become more needy, more hungry, more desperate for release.

As I play with you, your hand starts a wander over my curves. Cupping my breasts, lightly rubbing nipples through the satin and lace, running your caress down lower to my pleasure centre. You place your whole hand flat against my pussy, fingers tickling, stroking, through the fabric, feeling how wet I am too. You find the snaps, and begin to open them. A cool puff of air touches me, evaporation from my wetness. Your fingers return to my bareness, and the caress continues.

Our lips remain locked, one arm each in a cuddle, the other delving into each others laps, legs astray, pelvises rocking and rotating. The intensity grows and we quickly move to a 69 position, you on top and kneeling. We both want to taste, need to be tasted. Oh....its so good to be eaten like this, someone knowing all the right buttons to push, where to lick, how to nibble. We are both at the top of our arc, and about to go over the edge, and we ride the wave together, mouths locked on pubic areas, faces slick with juices.

Wow! We both need a moment to recover, and another cuddle and a soft mouth to kiss helps as we slide down off the plateau. The warmth extends throughout my body, and I imagine you feeling the same, an afterglow.

My baby girl - how I love you so.