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Hi, I'm Lily.
Soft, curious, nerdy and just a little wicked.
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I've always loved the taste of sex.
It started with mouths, I think.
I've always adored kissing--men and women, but especially women.
There's something about the softness of their lips, the way their tongues move--slow, sure, curious.
My oral fixation was completely unknown to me for a long time.
I didn't even know such a thing existed.
I remember the first time a woman brought her fingers to my lips--slick, glistening with her arousal.
She didn't ask.
She just pressed them to my tongue, gentle but certain.
And I opened for her, like I'd been waiting my whole life to be fed.
That was the beginning.
And I've been chasing that high ever since.
I've taken strangers into my mouth and swallowed--not because they asked me to, but because I needed to.
Because at that moment, with the taste of them still on my tongue, I felt more alive than anywhere else. It's the ultimate connection to a partner for me.
I've been reluctant. Even a little shy about it sometimes.
It's not easy to explain hunger like this.
For a long time, I thought no one would understand.
That no one would see it. Or see me.
--And then Raven walked into my life--
For quite a while, I had an on-off boyfriend. We had a certain understanding, if you know what I mean. Benefits.
There's no man in my life at the moment. The last one wanted to get married.
"Jeez, I'm twenty-nine," I told him. "I have a hell of a lot more living to do."
And that was the end of us.
But tonight?
Tonight things were about to change in ways I never would have dreamed.
The Bar
At a little bar just down the street from my apartment -- the one we used to slip into on Friday evenings for a quiet glass of wine before heading home, I decided to go it alone. It's still my thing, the weekly reset. I don't always need to have a man with me.
I slid onto the barstool, my body already easing into the comfort of a familiar ritual. Pomegranate Margarita, I told the bartender with a smile. They'd only started serving them last week, and after one sip, I was completely hooked -- tart, sweet, and just the right kind of dangerous.
The TV overhead blared with the usual Friday night talent show offerings -- flashing lights, mediocre singers, the occasional jaw-dropper. Tonight's standout was a pole dancer from Hungary. She moved like liquid fire, muscles sculpted and precise, every motion more mesmerizing than the last.
I watched with casual intrigue.
"Wow," I breathed, not even realizing I'd said it out loud.
"You like what you see?" came a voice -- soft, unmistakably feminine -- from just behind my shoulder.
The words skimmed over my skin like a warm breath. I turned slightly, pulse quickening before my eyes even met hers.
And just like that, the night began to shift.
God, she was beautiful. Seriously! That was my first coherent thought -- and judging by the look on my face, I probably broadcasted it in high-definition. Full large lips, smooth olive skin... definitely South American, or at least somewhere exotic enough to make me forget how to breathe. Her perfume was something warm and wicked -- the kind that makes you forget your own name. Underneath her coat she wore a white blouse with a knee length skirt and heels.
My heart definitely skipped a beat. Or three. I felt flustered. Caught off guard. "Jeez Lily get it together" I thought. "You're not this bad"
Now, how do I answer that question?
"Do I like what I see?"
"Um, yes? Obviously."
"She's talented... and... um... pretty. Also, I wish I was that fit?"
Cool. Real smooth. Duh!
Now I'm just sitting here embarrassing myself in front of a literal goddess while trying not to choke on my margarita.
She laughed -- not in a mocking way, but warm, playful, like she'd caught me mid-thought and found it endearing. Then she ordered a dirty martini, which, funnily enough, I'd been meaning to try for ages but never quite got around to.
"May I sit?" she asked, already sliding onto the stool beside me. "Unless you'd prefer to be left alone."
No, my brain practically screamed. Absolutely not.
"Yes--please," I managed, probably a little too eagerly. "Do stay."
We started chatting about the talent show, and she commented on how skillful and stunning the pole dancer was. I nodded, pretending to agree, while internally thinking, Not as stunning as you, Jesus! But I kept that one safely locked away.
Turns out she was a professional dancer herself -- had worked on numerous TV shows, stage projects, all sorts of glamorous gigs. I was hooked. I wanted to know everything. Her name was Kim I learned but she often went by the name of Raven as her stage name or business name.
She glanced at my drink. "What are you having?"
"A Pomegranate Margarita," I said, suddenly proud of my choice.
"Ooh, that sounds lovely."
Without thinking, I pushed the glass toward her far too eagerly. "Here, try it!"
Calm down, Lily. You're practically throwing it at her.
"You sure?" she asked, smiling with those devastating lips.
"Uh-huh," I nodded, watching -- borderline hypnotized -- as she lifted the glass and took a slow, deliberate sip. Her lips parted, sensual and unhurried, and when she licked them slightly, I nearly forgot how to blink.
Oh God!
Then she tilted her head and said, "Well, now that I've tasted yours, it's only fair you taste mine."
(Was she flirting with me? Oh god, she was flirting with me.)
Before I could respond, she lifted her glass to my lips. I leaned in, tasted the briny smoothness of her martini -- not bad, actually -- but my attention was all on her. Her eyes met mine, dark and unreadable, but my overexcited brain screamed illicit, magnetic, dangerous.
As she took her glass back, I noticed the unmistakable smear of my lipstick on the rim -- a bold, cherry-red streak trailing down the side.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry about that," I blurted.
She grinned. "It's perfectly fine, hun," she said, placing a hand on my knee -- casual, but warm. Or was it something more?
Then, without breaking eye contact, she rotated the glass and drank from the lipstick-stained side -- slow, deliberate, her tongue just barely grazing the mark.
"There," she said with a devilish smile. "I removed your lipstick... or at least some of it."
My whole body tingled. Heartbeat on the rise...
We spent the night chatting, laughing and getting in a few more rounds of martinis. She showed me clips on her phone of her dancing routines, rehearsals and her on tour dancing with some famous performers. "Oh wow, That's really you up there with... "Yes, it really is" Kim said I had so many questions. She showed me some very sexy music videos of her dancing suggestively with other beautiful girls. "Oh that's so hot" I said, I know this song and I've' seen the video before too. Kim's body was smoking hot from some of those revealing clips. Gorgeous legs, ample bosom and an ass to die for. I wanted so much to say it out loud to her. Kept that one to myself too....
The night drifted by in a haze of laughter and shared stories--me, the so-called boring analyst, and her, the mesmerizing dancer.
"You're definitely not boring, Lily," she laughed, eyes sparkling. "You're just a beautiful nerd."
"A nerd?" I echoed, chuckling. "No, wait. You're beautiful. Jeez, you're like... a goddess or something." The words tumbled out, a little slurred, my gaze caught in hers.
She tilted her head, amused.
"I'm calling you Raven from now on," I declared, half-serious, half-enchanted.
Before she could respond, the bartender cut in. "Sorry, ladies. We're closing up early tonight."
I turned to her impulsively. "I've got wine at my place--just around the corner. If... you want to."
"Sure, hun. I'd love to," she said without missing a beat.
Before I knew it, she was holding up my coat and sliding it over my shoulders with casual grace. As we stood, I looked up at her and blinked. "Damn, Raven. You're tall--I just noticed."
"I'm 5'9" without heels," she purred.
"I'm 5'6," I mumbled, still staring. We burst out laughing--everything felt slightly surreal, electric.
We strolled arm in arm through the quiet streets, our laughter echoing softly between buildings. When we reached my place, I fumbled with the keys.
"Got it," I said triumphantly as the lock clicked.
The Apartment
"Alexa, soft lights," I called once inside.
Raven laughed, low and teasing. "Such a nerd, Lily."
"A beautiful nerd," I corrected, grinning.
"Tou-chée," she smirked.
"White wine, okay?" I asked, heading to the kitchen.
"Got anything stronger, babe?" she said, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Uh... Tequila?" I offered, suddenly surprised.
"Perfect," she replied, voice velvet-dark.
I opened a cabinet. "Now where did I put those shot glasses--"
"We don't need those, hun," she interrupted, stepping closer, eyes unreadable.
"There's more than one way to enjoy tequila.
Oh God!
My heart started fluttering all over again as she walked up to me--slow, deliberate--took the tequila bottle gently from my hand, and without a word, placed her palm right over my left breast. My nipple responded immediately, aching through the fabric. Her touch, so confident, so damn hot. She began guiding me backwards toward the chair. I sat down. I could barely breathe.
"Alexa, play something sexy... seductive," Raven commanded.
The room filled with sultry, sleazy beats, dripping with heat.
The tone changed, I felt myself change.
I realized right there that I wanted this beautiful woman so bad, my chest rising, my pulse racing. I sat down, stunned, breathless, as she straddled my lap and began to grind against me, her body pressing into mine. I let out a soft moan, my thighs twitching, the heat between our legs rising with every movement.
She kept teasing, dancing, her body rolling like liquid sex. I could barely hold myself together--I was wet now. She opened the tequila, still dancing, still in control. Every movement of hers filled the air with this thick, unbearable tension that made my breath shallow.
She took a huge swig straight from the bottle, swallowed it down, a little running down her chin.
"Open wide, babe," she whispered.
I opened, thinking she'd pour it in, but instead--she took another mouthful and leaned in, her lips almost brushing mine. And then... she let it drip from her mouth into mine.
"Ooohhh fuck! I gasped inside. You filthy, dirty girl." My body lit up, my nipples hard as bullets. I am trembling now. I had never felt anything like this. Something wild inside me broke loose.
"I want a fucking double," I growled, totally lost to lust.
She obliged. Took a deeper swig. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, desperate. She poured again from her mouth into mine, from higher above, it splashed on my tongue, slow, messy, perfect. I gulped it down like it was the last drop of life. Some of it ran down my chin, splashed on my top but I didn't care. I licked my lips wildly, hungry.
She kept dancing, hips grinding with hypnotic rhythm. I couldn't sit still--my thighs trembled, and the heat between my legs pulsed like a heartbeat
I unbuttoned my blouse, still in the chair. She began peeling off her skirt, hips still moving, her every motion hypnotic. Her olive legs flexed as she moved, drawing my eyes all over her. The blouse stayed on, her tease intentional. Then--she unhooked her bra without even removing the shirt. Fuck. Her hard nipples pressed against the silk fabric, barely hidden. My breath caught. She let the blouse hang just below her panties.
I saw that incredible ass--full, round, sculpted. Her thong clung on, barely surviving. I was very wet by now. My pussy throbbed.
"Come here, but on your knees," she whispered, her voice soaked in desire.
I dropped. Didn't hesitate. I was hers. My heart raced, my nipples tingled. My pussy was so hot. I crawled toward her, every inch bringing me closer to that soaked, gorgeous heat.
"You're driving me fucking crazy," I whispered, gazing up at her.
"Take them off, babe," she said, "Take off my panties."
I slid my hands slowly up her legs, skin soft and perfect, her thighs trembling slightly under my touch. She let out a quiet moan. I cupped her ass, spread it slightly, and slipped my fingers under her panties, pulling them down slowly, inch by inch.
There was a deep, dark wet spot. She was already soaked.
"Mmmmmmmm... see what you've done to my pussy," she purred. Then she balled the panties up and stuffed them in my mouth. I sucked them in, moaning into them, tasting her.
She walked backward, hips swaying, and dropped onto the couch. I could still see the glistening shine on her pussy even in the soft light. She spread her legs, blouse peeled back, large breasts now totally visible--tight, perky, her big dark nipples erect.
"Crawl to me," she said.
I crawled forward, panties still in my mouth, hypnotized by her. I would have obeyed anything. I wanted to drown in her.
"Stay there, babe," she said. Teasing. Deliberate. Torture.
The taste of her soaked into the cotton in my mouth. My whole body shook with need. I was seconds from begging.
"I want to show you something," she whispered. "Watch me."
She began to touch herself, slow and sensual. Her fingers circled her clit, dipping into her pussy, making soft wet sounds. I was close enough to see it--every movement, every moan. I nearly lost it right there.
"Do you like what you see?" she whispered, breathless.
I nodded, speechless, transfixed.
Her fingers moved faster, wetter. She moaned louder. Four fingers slipped in easily, and she began fucking herself with messy, soaked strokes.
Sloppy, wet, loud.
My eyes locked on her dripping slit. My own panties were soaked through. My pussy throbbed, aching for friction from her.
"We hadn't even kissed yet, I thought--and I was already falling apart."
My heart pounded like hell with lustful excitement. Her saturated pussy beckoned.
I couldn't hold back. I dropped the panties from my mouth.
I crawled up to her, eyes locked on her incredibly wet pussy. She pulled her soaked fingers out, holding them up in front of me. They glistened, dripping, strands of sticky cum connecting between them.
"Taste me," she said.
I didn't even blink. I sucked her fingers in, one by one. Then all four. Her juices coated a billion receptors on my tongue. She tasted like heaven--raw, musky, hot, real. I moaned into them, licking every drop.
Then I dove in.
My mouth found her pussy. I licked and sucked, my tongue sliding deep, her taste driving me crazy with desire. She cried out, arching into me. I alternated between tongue-fucking and sucking her throbbing clit. She gasped--"Oh goddamn Lily, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop--"
I pushed two fingers inside her, slick with her cum, her pussy so hot and ready it sucked me in. My face was absolutely soaked. I didn't care. I loved how dirty things were getting. I kept going, licking, moaning, devouring.
I reached up, my cum-slicked fingers found her mouth--she sucked them in, feral.
I dropped my hand to her breasts--cupping, massaging, pinching those hard nipples.
She writhed. "Fuuuck!" she moaned.
I gave her more. Four fingers. Fucking her hard. Her pussy gripped them tight.
The couch was soaked, everything was soaked. My face was a fucking mess and I didn't want to stop. The air filled with wet slopping sounds and the heavy scent of dripping sex throughout the moans.
She started to buck under me. My lips sealed around her clit again, sucking harder, faster.
"I'm fucking cumming, Lily--don't stop, don't fucking stop--AAAAHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK!"
She came hard--loud, shaking, soaking me. It was wild. Raw. Way more than I ever expected.
Wet. Loud. Shaking.
My face was a glorious mess of her, and I didn't stop. She creamed all over me, and I swallowed everything she gave.
I had never, ever felt so fucking alive.
Our remaining clothes furiously removed, as Raven slid down from the couch in one slow, liquid movement, her eyes locked on me like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Her legs parted as she dropped between mine, but she didn't speak. Her gaze, wild and burning, said everything. Without hesitation, she grabbed my chin--still dripping with her cum--and brought her mouth down hard over it.
Her large, plush lips engulfed my entire chin, slurping loudly, messily, greedily as if she couldn't bear to waste a drop of herself. My breath hitched. She groaned low in her throat as she sucked, moaning into my skin. Her hot tongue flattened against my chin and dragged upward in a single filthy stroke, licking the taste of her own orgasm from my face like she was starving for it. My head fell back, overwhelmed by the sheer animal hunger.
She didn't stop there.
Raven's mouth moved up--mouth wide, tongue extended--swallowing my lips, my whole face with ravenous, wet hunger. The kiss was chaos. It wasn't just our lips meeting. It was lips devouring. Tongue tangling. Spit smearing. Our mouths crushed together, sucking on each other's tongues with shameless need. I moaned loudly into her, our noises echoing like something obscene in the quiet room.
She bit my bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth, sucking hard until I whimpered. Our kiss deepened, teeth grazing, tongues colliding and sliding with wet, filthy sounds. My saliva mixed with hers until it was dripping from our chins, stringing between us when we paused for air--just long enough to stare into each other's wild, lust-crazed eyes--then smashed back together again, mouths open wide, tongues massaging and swirling frantically around each other when our lips locked tightly together, spit pooling and leaking from the corners of our mouths. We carried on like this for ages, slowing the pace down a little at times but never the passion. Alternating between deep tongue sucking on each other, and passionately making out, spit swapping with reckless abandon. I never experienced nor expected things to be this dirty and hot but it seemed to happen naturally. Whatever spell Raven put on me I was completely under it. I needed this.
"Open your mouth," she whispered, her voice commanding and dark.
I obeyed, dazed with lust.
She spit into it. Slowly. Deliberately. A thick, shiny rope of her spit hanging from her tongue before it dropped into mine.
I swallowed it. I loved it.
And then I pounced.
My arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush to me. We collapsed together on the floor, kissing like animals--loud, unrestrained, completely drenched in each other. She was grinding her body into mine now, our breasts rubbing, nipples brushing, both of us feverish and slick. The floor creaked beneath us, and I didn't care. My hand fisted in her hair as I yanked her even closer, tongue buried so deep in her mouth we were practically one.
We weren't kissing anymore--we were consuming. Tangled in a primal rhythm that was wet, passionate and intoxicating.
Raven pulled back just enough to gasp, her saliva stringing from her lips to mine.
"You're mine tonight, Lily."
"Yours," I whispered, voice trembling with need. "Take me. All of me."
The Shower
Our hair was a tangled mess, our bodies glistening with sweat and other remnants of our lovemaking. Makeup was smudged away. "Let's take a shower, and then I'll take you, babe," Raven whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with promise. In a half-daze, I responded by kissing her back as she lay on top of me, our breasts pressing together, the heat of our earlier passion still radiating between us. Our lips and tongues met in a passionate dance once again, the taste of her still lingering on mine. Yes, let's. I stood up, still dazed from our marathon session that had moved from the couch to the floor. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach again, a mix of anticipation and craving. I took her hand, our fingers intertwining as we walked to the bathroom, each step heightening the tension.
Steam enveloped us as we entered the shower. Raven looked at me with that mischievous gleam in her eye, which made my knees weak, then stepped under the spray, letting the water cascade over her. I watched, transfixed, as she arched back, mouth slightly open, the water flowing down her incredibly toned body, over her breasts, down her stomach, and thighs. My breath hitched as I joined her under the shower, feeling the water wash over us, renewing us. She leaned down to kiss me, and it was bliss. Her luscious mouth caressed and enveloped mine with the same passion as before. The wetness of the water intensified the sensation, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, more rhythmically now, seeking to linger and savor each other's taste.
I grabbed some floral body wash, and we began to soap each other, our hands gliding over slick skin. Caressing breasts in sensual circles, grabbing each other's asses and squeezing, soapy fingers exploring everywhere. "God, Raven, you have a serious booty," I said, grabbing and squeezing it, caressing her thighs as she did the same to me. It was all hands, fingers, soapy caresses, and shower-drenched kisses for a while, our bodies pressed close, the heat between us growing once more with every touch.
"Lily, babe," Raven said in a low murmur, her voice sending shivers down my spine, "Turn around." I did, pressing my breasts against the cool tiles, the contrast of the temperature sending a jolt through me. I gasped, feeling her hand dip between my legs from behind. "AAAhhhh," I moaned, as she caressed my pussy, entering it easily with two fingers. Then I felt her thumb on my ass crack, on my rosebud, gently making circular motions. "Oh God, Raven," I cried in short gasps, "That feels so fucking good." She began kissing down my neck, slowly down my spine, her tongue licking its way down. I moaned harder, my pussy making faint wet noises, the sensations overwhelming me.
I looked back over my shoulder as she was kneeling behind me now, I watched as she sucked the fingers that were pleasuring me. "Lily, you taste amazing," she said, her voice filled with desire, "I love your fucking ass." She began kissing and licking both cheeks, sometimes taking large, playful, tongue-filled bites out of it. Mmmmmmm, she purred into it. Oh, this felt so good, I thought, my mind spinning with pleasure. Then Raven parted my cheeks and began licking up and down my crack with serious intent. My pleasure receptors went into overdrive. I moaned loudly as her tongue circled my rosebud, Raven moaning into my ass, making muffled sounds as her face was buried between my cheeks.
"OOhh Fuck," I cried out in ecstasy, "Don't stop... Fuck... Keep going... yes, just like that." Raven began to probe even deeper, her tongue delving into my most intimate place. I thought I was going to explode, the sensations too much to bear. She was eating my ass out now with three fingers fucking my pussy, the combination overwhelming. Both of us moaned, the water running down our naked bodies, our pleasure intertwining in the steamy air. "Yesss Yessss," I cried, "I'm fucking cumming..."
Raven's fingers moved faster, her tongue relentless, pushing me over the edge. My body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came hard, my cries echoing in the bathroom. She didn't stop, her mouth and fingers continuing to work me, drawing out my orgasm until I was trembling, my legs barely able to hold me up.
"Oh my God, Raven..." I panted, my voice shaky, "That was... fucking incredible." She stood up, her body pressing against mine, her lips finding my ear. "We're not done yet, babe," she whispered, her hands roaming over my body, reigniting the fire within me. "I'm just getting started." My God, I thought, this woman's sexual appetite is off the fucking charts.
I turned to face her, our eyes locking, the desire in hers mirroring mine. My hands reached for her, pulling her close as our lips met in a deep, hungry kiss. The water continued to cascade over us, the steam rising around us as our bodies moved together, the heat between us unbearable. Raven's hands gripped my ass, lifting me up as she pressed me against the tiles. I wrapped my legs around her waist, feeling her against me. "babe, spit in my mouth," Raven whispered against my lips, her voice filled with filthy lust. Without hesitation I drooled some saliva onto her juicy tongue. We kissed again. It all felt so darkly erotic and yet so sensual at the same time. The steam around us made things incredibly wet and sloppy as we locked lips hard once again, her tongue dominating my mouth. We groaned and whimpered into each other's mouths again and again while our tongues wrestled. I was out of breath.
Raven reached past me to turn off the shower, the water trailing like silk over our skin as the last drops fell. She eased me down with her, and we sank to the tiled floor, limbs tangled, breathless and wet from more than just the heat of the water.
"Lily..." Her voice was husky, laced with satisfaction. "You're incredible."
I let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, brushing damp hair from my eyes. "although I think I more than surprised myself tonight."
She tilted her head, her dark eyes studying me with that same intense focus that had undone me all night. "Is that so?"
"No one's ever been like you," I murmured, my fingers absently tracing the curve of her shoulder. "So full-on. So... unapologetically commanding, so damn kinky. If anyone else had tried that with me, I probably would've bolted."
Raven threw her head back and laughed, a rich, gorgeous sound that danced off the tiles and wrapped around me like warmth. I couldn't help but smile.
"Run?" she teased, brushing her thumb along my jaw. "And why would you do that"
I turned to meet her gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're like a siren--beautiful, and so damn kinky and seductive. You don't just pull me in... you drown me willingly."
Her smile softened into something deeper, and the air between us hummed with unspoken things. "And did you like it?" she asked, brushing a kiss against my temple.
"I loved it." I exhaled, my body still tingling. "You've awakened things in me I didn't know were there. I mean, I've never been a prude or anything, but tonight... I felt alive in a way I didn't think I could ever be. Like I've met a version of myself I never knew existed."
Raven wrapped her arms around me, and we stayed there for a minute or two, two bodies and one rhythm, as the steam faded and the night deepened into something beautifully, irreversibly changed
Shall we go to my bedroom? I asked. "Thought you'd never ask hun," Raven laughed. We dried ourselves off. I still couldn't take my eyes off Raven's body, admiring her incredible physique. "You could literally seduce anyone with that body," I told her. "Literally Anybody" "Why me, I mean em... look I've just literally met you and I've shared the most intimate turbo charged kinkiest sexual encounter of all times" Raven laughed out loud. "Turbo charged kinkiest sexual encounter" she repeated. Babe, she smiled. "You gave me such a beautiful night, it takes two to turbo you know" We laughed at that last statement.
We dried ourselves off and I found us some body cream to put on. I loved the scent and thought it a nice idea for us both to be enveloped in it. Raven's eyes widened as she spotted the familiar bright yellow jar in my hand and broke into laughter.
"Oh my God, Lily," she grinned, clearly delighted. "You have Brazilian Bum Bum Cream? Seriously?"
I blushed and laughed, embarrassed but charmed by her reaction. "Hey, it smells amazing... and it makes your skin ridiculously soft."
"Uh huh," she teased, stepping closer, eyes glinting. "You would have this. Beautiful, brainy, and secretly indulgent."
"It's perfect," she smiled, stepping closer. "Just like you."
I dipped my fingers into the jar and warmed a little between my palms. Then I began gently smoothing it onto her skin--starting at her shoulders, then gliding down the sculpted length of her arms. She stood still, eyes closed, breathing deeply, letting herself be cared for.
My hands drifted over the swell of her breasts, the cream catching the soft light as I massaged it in slowly, reverently. Her amazing nipples stand to attention once again. I moved lower, tracing her ribs and that perfectly flat, toned stomach--watching her abs shift subtly with each breath. Her skin was radiant, golden and smooth. I knelt slightly, my hands sliding along her hips, then down over her thighs--strong, dancer's thighs. I paused there, simply admiring the incredible woman standing before me.
Raven opened her eyes and gave me a smoldering look. "My turn," she murmured.
Her touch was firmer, more confident--starting with my neck and shoulders, then sweeping down my back. I let out a gentle moan. Her hands circled my breasts, soft and warm, before gliding lower with a sensual patience that made my breath catch once again. She worked the cream into my waist, my belly, my thighs, her fingers curling slightly as they pressed into my skin. Every motion was deliberate, like she was painting me into memory.
The Bedroom
When we finally climbed into bed, a dimly lit lampshade was all the light we needed, there was no rush. We folded into each other easily, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Our kiss was slow--open-mouthed and lingering--our skin still warm and softly fragrant from the cream. There was no rush now. Her hand traced the curve of my hip, while mine rested over her heart, feeling the gentle rhythm of her breath beneath my palm. We kissed again, deeper this time, letting it unfold naturally as our hands began to explore once more, guided by unfinished quiet longing.
I whispered for Raven to lie on her stomach. She obeyed with a slow, knowing smile, her body stretching out across the sheets with effortless grace. I followed, letting my cream-slicked skin glide gently over hers, our warmth blending in seamless contact.
We made love with quiet intensity, with slow movements that said more than words ever could. I felt every inch of her--every curve, every toned line, every breath against my skin.
I began to kiss my way down the smooth line of her spine, tasting the sweetness of her skin, savouring every inch. With each press of my lips, I felt her exhale more deeply--melting, inviting more.
Raven shifted beneath me, a soft, breathy sigh escaping her lips as her back arched in answer to my touch. My palms travelled slowly along her waist, memorizing every curve, every rise and dip of her hips. Her skin was warm, alive, humming beneath my fingertips.
I rested my face against the perfect swell of her ass, full and firm, kissed by muscle and grace. Eyes closed, I let myself get lost there--kneading, kissing, licking--tasting her like she was my favourite ice cream. Raven let out a low moan, her voice thick with want.
"Oh, Lily," she breathed.
I parted her cheeks, not hesitating, drawn deeper by instinct and hunger. My mouth found her there, tender and raw. My tongue circled her rosebud with slow, deliberate care, teasing, pressing just enough to make her gasp.
She groaned, louder this time, and one hand reached back, fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me, urging me closer--demanding more.
And I gave it. All of it.
I worshipped her there, tongue insistent and relentless, letting her melt into every stroke, every slow push of pressure. Her thighs tremble around me, her body tightening, then spilling open with a broken moan.
Raven's hips bucked, fluid and unrestrained, riding the waves I pulled from her. Her voice fractured into little gasps, her spine curving like a drawn bow until the release snapped through her.
She collapsed into the sheets, flushed and glistening, her breath ragged and beautiful. I kissed the small of her back, then every inch up her spine, until I found her mouth and kissed her deep--tasting the heat we'd just created between us.
We stayed tangled together, still catching our breath, the hush of release thick between us. My cheek rested on her collarbone. I never wanted to move. The room was dim, pulsing only with the afterglow.
I exhaled, eyes closed. But Raven was awake. Her breath had steadied, but something in her chest hadn't.
After a long, still silence, Raven whispered, "I have a confession."
I blinked, pulled back just enough to see her face.
She didn't look away. For once, she didn't seem to be leading. Her confidence wavered--just for a second. I'd never seen her like that yet.
"That night," Raven said softly. "The bar. The night we met."
I nodded, the memory of Pomegranate Margaritas and smudged lipstick still vivid. Raven's eyes like gravity.
"I was there a few weeks ago," Raven said. " "I was with some friends... I saw you walk in.. with.... him"
I was curious at what was coming next
"You weren't alone that night. You were with someone... the man in the tailored suit. He seemed put-together, but something about the way he looked at you--it didn't feel right. Like the energy between you was off.
I gave a small, surprised laugh. "My ex boyfriend."
Raven tilted her head. "He proposed that night, didn't he?"
Silence.
I nodded. "I said no. He broke up with me there and then." "I shouldn't have been that upset but I was, even though it was never going anywhere realistically. It wasn't exactly a normal relationship, and he deserves happiness too"
Raven closed her eyes, her brow tightening slightly. She didn't say anything. But for a moment... it felt like she carried the weight of it too."
"You looked... shattered. Not loud about it. Not crying. "Like something cracked quietly inside you." She paused. "I wanted to come over. I almost did. But I didn't know if it was for you... or for me."
My breath caught.
"I kept watching you," Raven went on. "You were trying so hard to stay composed, like you'd rehearsed being okay for someone else's comfort. But when you walked out... I felt it. This pull." Her voice dropped. "I couldn't explain it, Lily. I didn't even know you, but I felt like I'd been waiting to meet you."
"So every Friday evening for the past few weeks, I went back--hoping you'd walk in again."
My lips parted, but no sound came. "I stared at her, stunned. This goddess, this siren who'd just unravelled my body and soul... had been watching me? Wanting me? I felt like I was falling all over again, this time even deeper."
"So when you asked me--'why me'--that's why I didn't answer. I didn't have a reason I could explain. Just this feeling... like somehow, it was always supposed to be you.
But I wasn't even sure if you'd ever look at me that way. I didn't know if there was a chance... or if I was just seeing what I wanted to see. But I couldn't stop feeling it."
She reached up and gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"And now," she added, barely a breath, "I think it was because you were the only one who didn't try to claim me. You just... saw me." "I could really be myself with you"
My eyes burned. I leaned in and kissed her--not out of desire this time, but reverence.
"I think I saw you too," I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around me, her grip deep and slow, like she needed the contact just as much as I did. We stayed that way, tangled in warmth and stillness. I didn't know what came next. But at that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to stay right there--with her.
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