This Moment is Ours
Two Unnamed Girls | NC-17 | 1,142 words | 08 June, 2009
Beta: None. all mistakes are my own!
Warnings: FEMMESLASH!!!! I don't feel like this is a warning, exactly, but I'm making it loud and clear now, so if you click on that link, you know there are no boys in this show. In other words, don't complain if you don't like but you read anyway.
Summary: I know that this, this moment, is ours and it is perfect.
Notes: This was written a long while ago for someone that I love very much. It's pretty much pure porn, with a tiny bit of backstory, but it's ambiguous, and there are no names. It's original fiction.
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You're lying back on the bed, flushed and nude.
I'm poised over you on my hands and knees, and I use the backs of my fingers to lightly brush the skin of your breast, watching the nipple peak slightly at the touch.
You never give up control like this; you like to direct where you go with your sexual partners, but with you, I want to worship you. I want to see you quiver beneath me, and I want to see you come undone under my not-so-sure hands.
Your skin is so smooth, and I can't help but lean down and rub my cheek against the plain of your stomach. I move back up, placing an open-mouthed kiss against your collar...you breathe shakily, and your hands clench and unclench at your sides, but I told you not to move, so you don't touch me back.
I leave wet kisses all over the skin of your neck and chest, breathing hotly so that your skin breaks out in gooseflesh. I tweak your nipples between my teeth, pulling gently on the piercings, then harder to make you gasp; your nipples peaking hard and red. I move to your mouth, where I kiss you deeply and sensually, just the way we both love to be kissed. I ease back, sucking you lower lip into my mouth to nibble on it, soothing my tongue across it before moving away from your lips and back down your neck and collar.
I'm so nervous...I know you've kissed other girls, I know you've let other girls touch you, and while some of me is jealous, I know it didn't mean anything; but my hands still shake because you're the only girl I think about that makes me feel this way, and I've only kissed one other girl in my life, and I think she was more into it than I was.
So my hands shake and my breath is nervous, but I suppose you're nervous too, lying there, unable to move, because we've both waiting for this moment, haven't we? We've both waited and wanted and needed to be together, and it's not perfect; it probably will never be perfect, because after our moment, you'll have to go back to him, and I can't keep you, and I know that, but that's okay. Because I know I love you, I know that you love me, I know a piece of each of us will always belong to each other, and I know that this, this moment right here, is yours and mine; ours and no one else's. It's our piece of perfect.
So I lay the flat of my palms on the curve of your waist, and I trail them down over your hips and along the lines of your thighs. You shiver beneath me, and I lick my lips in anticipation. I kiss your stomach while I trail my fingertips lightly back and forth along your legs, curving my fingers behind your knees.
Your skin is warm and soft against my lips and tongue, and I blow on the wet map I'm leaving to make you shiver some more. I use the tip of my tongue to create art on your skin before drifting lazily down to the very top of your clit, where I flick my nervous tongue over it experimentally. Hearing your gasping moan, I know I'm affecting you deeply.
I press my tongue into my palate, tasting you, and it's like heaven, I can't describe it. I can finally feel how wet I am for you; it's dripping down my thighs. I take one of my hands and put it between my legs and catch some of that wetness on my fingers, moaning as the smell of me mixes with the taste of you, and I'm enveloped in us. I take my wet fingers and create a light trail over your body and up your neck and chin to your panting mouth, where I offer my digits and you take them between your pretty lips and suck and lick them lasciviously.
While you're distracted with my hand, I hook my other hand behind your knee and lift your leg up and over my shoulder, feeling emboldened and giving me full view and better access to your flushed pussy. I can see it pulsing with the blood rush, wetness leaking out, and you open up beneath my tongue, moaning around my hand, which you have now grabbed with your own, even though I told you not to move. Your hips keep raising up into my mouth and I have to use one hand to hold them down while my tongue flicks faster and faster over your clit, dipping into your pussy occasionally because you taste so good.
I pull my hand from between yours and your fingers go to my hair and my hand goes to push inside of you, two fingers because you're so slick, then three because you've spread your legs wide and are willing and open for me while my tongue works furiously and my hand fucks you openly.
And then I need to breathe, my arm aching from exertion, and my thighs are quivering, and I'm wishing I could be inside of you, but seeing your hard nipples rocking, your breasts swaying with your bucking motions; seeing your pink lips parted with gasping breaths and groans of pleasure, your head thrown back at how I'm making you feel, how undone I've made you, makes it all worth it.
I let your leg fall from my shoulder as I meet my mouth with yours, pushing my tongue between those pink lips, letting you taste yourself while I fuck you with my whole hand now. I'm rubbing my own clit against the side of my hand, and we moan into each other's mouths but then I gasp in an almost scream as one of your hands touches me. I'm completely soaked for you, and your fingers work magically, one hand tangled in my hair as we gasp and moan together.
Then I hear you crying out, screaming in short gasps against my ear as I feel you convulse and undulate beneath me, and you cling to me bodily as I continue to fuck you and you come again and again. Then I'm coming too, and our sex is mixing and filling the air with its heady, sweet and musky scent. I collapse upon you, gasping for air.
We lie there, barely conscious, our vision fuzzy and star-filled and our limbs tangled and lethargic, sore with that sweet ache of sexual exhaustion. Our shoulders heave with labored breath, puffing out hot air against each other's shivering skin. After a time, I rise up and our lips meet lazily, and looking into your eyes, I know that this, this moment, is ours and it is perfect.
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