Soaring high

“Care to share a smoke? I asked at the reception, we can smoke and drink as much as we want inside our room provided we don’t create chaos,” I said to her. She chuckled. Her smile was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Thanks for flying down. I could not have survived if I didn’t see you,” Ash said before placing a call to her folks. Living in a new city isn’t always pleasant.. I would drop everything to be there for her. Why wouldn’t I? I have never loved any of my partners as much as I love her. There was nothing more I wanted except feeling every inch of her. Even her mess was not chaotic.

Ash never lit a cigarette, she smoked after I took a couple drags. Every time I passed one, I wished to hold her hand. I so badly wanted to throw the cigarette away and place my lips over hers. The titillating effect her touch had on my body, no one ever did.

[On days when my desires washed over me, my fingers would fondle me in the same manner I wanted Ash to explore. My fingers fondled the flower as the singer crooned about flowers of love blossoming. I could only wish it happened with me and Ash.]

We were finally alone, by ourselves. Her purple curls in a shaped Bob let her neck tattoos have the spotlight. As I passed the cigarette, my hand overcame with the urge of feeling her tattoo, grabbing her neck and kissing her. Hard. She had already been drinking in Black Pearl. A couple drags now would be enough to send her over the edge.

Our fingers brushed against each other for longer when she passed. It felt odd but I did not care much. The next thing I knew was that I was pinned down and her soft lips on mine. I tried to protest despite my wishes.

“Sh.. you know me, don’t you? It’s not a mistake.”

Her fingers gently unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me. My pale skin was burning from desire under her touch. My bud was crying for attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The tattooed fingers I wanted to kiss were tracing the crevices of my body. The lips traversed and found a valley to camp at. The peaks on the either side were soon marked by the flags of Ash's carnal desire.

A lover’s painting is indeed better than Ludwig Ritcher's. She then lifted me in her arms the way I always dreamt of and took me in the shower. She undressed herself and me in a jiffy. I imagined. I wanted her to suck on my perky breasts. Play with them, play with my muffin top. I wanted her tongue to ravish every single muscle I had.

She let the warm water cascade over our bodies. Subsequently, her tongue probed my mouth. Her hand rest on my cheek and the thumb caressed my lips. The naughty moans refused to be stifled because her actions provoked them to a point of no return. Her other hand set out on a journey shortly after.

The long nails gently stroked my clavicle. They whispered sweet little nothings to my perky breasts. They were having the time of their lives. Never withholding.

Her fingers bewitched my muffin top. The gentle touch made it giggle. I was losing my composure as they reached my hips. The softer tips found the dripping honey pot. They were circling around the outskirts. The naughty moans escaped again and ran into her making her smirk against my lips. I knew what would be following. The more I moaned, Ash teased me.

She then grabbed the wash cloth and lathered it up. While she cleaned me, her fingers and mouth kept playing with my body. Painting wherever they wanted to. After my torso was covered in soap, she reached for my legs. The upwards her hands went, my breathing became erratic. A nudge was enough.

I opened myself to her only in fantasies, unlike now. My bud was in full attention. But I wasn’t. I did not realise that I’d now turned on cold water.

She was drying herself when I snuck up to her. I tossed her on the bed and straddled her. The curls were all over her face. Gently, I slid them away.
The burning desire had awakened. And my lips seeked the comfort of hers. My fingers mapped her whole body. The way I always wanted to. My fingers were headed to a destination they’d always hoped to be at. I made sure to leave my mark all along.
When I broke the contact of my lips and her supple skin, I could witness a scenic beauty. A look of pure ecstasy on her face. I was revelling in the fact that I was the reason of that flush.
Lowering myself, I grinded against her left thigh while my fingers probed her love tunnel. Her erratic breathing was in rhythm with mine. I grinded harder as the pace of my fingers increased. Her moans were better than the nightingale’s voice.

Our voices rose to a crescendo. Our juices followed. I put the fingers in my mouth cleaning the residue. Her juice was sweeter than any nectar.

“Time for round two,” I said with a devilish tinge in my voice.

I grabbed the pillows and placed 'em underneath her upper back. Her breasts were now on full display so we’re the tattoos underneath. While one hand catered to her clit, the other one was kneading her breasts. I went on with it for a couple minutes. Meanwhile manipulating the pace. Teasing her. Every time her moans escaped, I’d go slow.
“I...want.. you to…make out with…me... Ahh!! N…ow,” she said.
Her wish, my command. I obliged. I was in seventh heaven. I softly planted kisses on her body moving southwards to the honey pot. My tongue loitered around before giving a tap on her erect bud. It was so busy in relishing her tastes that the warning of her juices were side tracked. My face was drenched in her cum. Like a thirsty kitten, I licked all of it. Triumphant when I rose, she was laughing.

I don’t know what was funny. She had the entire night to make it upto me though.. We had a lot of catching up to do.