Wren

Warm summer wind blows through the window, sweeping across Wren's soft legs. My fingers trace along the outline of her waist, stopping suddenly at the red lace that hugs her hips. I tug, gently. She giggles. Her burgundy curls twirl around her face as she laughs.

She's so fucking pretty when she laughs.

My fingers continue to skim her waistline. I take in every moment, savoring every millimeter of her silken skin. When my finger caresses the skin just beside her left breast, I stop and look her in the eye. She gazes back. A kaleidoscope of forest greens and honey browns surrounds her pupils.

Should tell her? Should I sapphically ramble on about how every curve of her entire body makes me melt? How I want to get so lost in her eyes there's no way out?

Instead, my fingers slide over her nipple. She shivers at my touch. The softest, smallest gasp escapes her lips. She wants more.

"Sensitive today, are we?" I ask, flipping her nipple ring back and forth.

She mumbles something unintelligible. The warm, comforting heat of her breath meets my neck as she burrows into me.

My favorite.

As she sinks further into my neck, I move my right hand to the spot just above her belly button. Softly touching her nipple, my left hand continues playing with the jewelry.

Fumbling with the top of her panties, mine get wetter every second.

I want to be inside her. I want her inside me. I want to be so intertwined that we neither know where, who, or what we are.

There's a spot between her thighs she's shown me countless times. My knee forces its way there. I've come to know that when she's turned on enough, just slight pressure there can be enough to have her wet and writhing around beneath my grasp.

Touching the tip of her clit reveals how wet she is. A smirk starts to cross my face when my fingers graze the tip. I swirl my fingertip around in the tiny, slick puddle I've created. As she begins to breathe more heavily, I push my knee harder between her thighs

There is also a spot just behind her left ear that I've previously wondered into. Her hair smells intoxicating: like a mix of rosemary, lavender, and estrogen -- just as every lesbian lover should. I take a deep breath in, letting the scent overtake me. Her clit starts to harden. My brain becomes saturated with one thought that I can no longer push away:

I need her inside me. Immediately.

Again thrust my knee between her legs. This time, I don't stop until she's comfortably seated on my thigh.

I wish I had taken her panties off. I need to feel her wetness against my thigh.

A tiny gasp as I lift her further onto my thigh, sliding my hands under her ass. I grab a handful.

Her cheeks have taken on the soft pink blush that they always do when I'm on top of her. Overwhelmed by every aspect of the goddess before me, I am confronted with deciding where I want to go next.

I want her tongue in my mouth. I want my tongue around her nipples. I want her so deep inside of me that it takes what little breath I have left completely away. I want all of it all at once and over and over again.

A light tug at the back of my head shakes me from my haze of thoughts. She has her fingers entangled in my waves and is trying to make it known that she's still in control.

Or so she thinks.

Lean down, I place my lips gently on hers. She tucks my hair behind my ear with her left hand. As I slip my tongue between her lips I feel her thrust up into my clit. I try my best to stay quiet, but I know she --without a doubt -- heard the moan in the back of my throat.

Fuck. She wasn't supposed to know how close I was to the edge.

"My turn," she says, gripping onto my hair more tightly. The thin lace panties I'm wearing aren't doing much to contain how wet she's already made me. I know she can feel it.

She slips the fingers of her right hand beyond the bottom hem of my satin shorts, making her way up to my clit. As soon as her fingers make contact with lace, a gush completely drenches my panties.

"Soaked already, my dear?" She asks playfully.

In one flawless motion, she tugs at my panties, and suddenly I am exposed from the waist down.

"Guess you won't be needing these anymore," she croons.

Fuck. She's got me.

I turn to the thing I suspect might put her in her place. I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, over the Georgia O'Keeffe-esque tattoo on her chest, finally stopping to hover my lips over her nipple.

"Nowhere near as soaked as you're about to be, pretty girl," I answer. I exhale lightly, causing her to shudder and giggle again.

"Why is that so fucking good?" she stutters, her entire body trembling.

"I haven't even done anything yet, darling," I say. The tip of her nipple is hard when it finally meets my tongue.

Fuck. I want it inside my mouth, and I want her inside me. But, I have to drag this on at least a little longer. I need to hear her make more of those pretty little noises.

Using the tip of my tongue, I flip her nipple ring back and forth. With every flick, her body tenses. Now taking her entire nipple into my mouth, I lightly suck, just enough to make her arch her back. This causes her nipple to enter my mouth more

She mumbles something I can't understand. It doesn't matter.

I love it when I have her trembling so much she can't speak.

Nudging my clit against hers, I attempt to subtly ask permission. However, I am growing evermore impatient, and ever wetter.

I need her inside me.

The thought crosses my mind again, but it worries me. She isn't always in the mood for such activities -- validly so. But, I also need to finish so hard that it resets my entire brain. She could accomplish that almost instantly.

"I need you inside me," I finally admit as I grind my clit further into hers. "Please just for a second," I breathlessly beg.

Fuck. I've given myself away again.

"We can make that happen, beautiful," she says, gazing softly back up at me.

I sigh in relief and accidentally mutter a horse "thank you."

I wish she hadn't heard that.

Before I have a chance to catch my breath, her panties are around her ankles and her clit is rubbing against my entrance. I groan in anticipation, not even able to wait another second.

Please, Wren. I need it right fucking now.

Briefly circling my hips so that her clit swirls around my entrance, causes me to instantly collapse on top of her. She plunges deep inside of me. I let out a soft moan. No longer able to resist, I settle myself further down into her thighs, already feeling the puddle I've created on her.

How am I already at this point? We've barely even started.

As I'm virtually paralyzed, she bucks her hips upwards again and smirks when it makes me moan again. I want so much to grind my hips into hers until the tip of her clit perfectly hits up against my g-spot over and over again. But I can't move. Every time she thrusts deeper into me, a wave of pleasure washes over me, and I collapse back onto her chest. Unable to do anything else, I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her as tightly as I can.

"I just need you as close to me as humanly possible," I sigh. She mumbles in agreement.

After grabbing the side of my face, our lips crash against one another's. Lightly sucking on her bottom lip, I can start to feel the pressure building to what I can tell is going to be an earth-shattering orgasm. As I lightly nibble, her breathing starts to get heavier, and small cries of pleasure start to escape her lips. Putting her hands under my ass, she lifts me back up from where I've sunk to. The tip of her clit nudges against my g-spot and I moan the loudest I have yet.

"I'm so fucking... close... right... fucking... there..." I eek out through gritted teeth.

My thoughts start to get foggy, and my vision begins to blur as I lean my head back. My hands find her hips, and the strongest wave of pleasure yet washes over me. I can feel that I'm on the brink.

"At this rate you'll have me coming too, fuck, Flora," she says, bucking her hips even harder and faster.

My vision starts to black out, and I swear some part of me sees two stars collapsing before my eyes. I moan loudly as the orgasm washes over me, then sink back down onto her hips. I collapse on her chest as the pressure builds even further inside of me. Just when I think the feeling can't get any more intense, two of her fingers start to circle my clit.

"Are you going to come for me?" she teases. Involuntarily, my hips start to circle, and my body obeys. I finally start to peak and hoarsely moan as I do. I grip more tightly to her hips, sure I'm digging into her perfect skin. With a final tremble that radiates through my whole body, I answer her question.

Exhausted, I collapse back on her chest. The puddle below her belly button has grown, and for a moment, I'm embarrassed. Then, I look down and see the wide grin she has on her face.

"What?" I breathlessly ask.

"The window is open."