She saw again in those beautiful turbulent eyes the grey clouds mimicing the grey ocean below it. This time she did not drift off on a tangent, but instead allowed herself to sink into it. Feeling swept away but still in control of her own choices, Nyra stood up carefully. She offered her hands to Connie and assisted her upright as well. Playfully she imitated the kiss on the nose.
Hand in hand they walked from Nyra's futon to Connie's bed, securing doors as they went. Along the way Nyra's smock was removed while Connie's shoes got left by the door. Stretching up on her tip toes Nyra kissed Connie, softly but deeply, as they stood beside the bed.
She still felt swept away by the stormy seas. Buffeted on every side by desire and longing. Nyra clung to Connie tenderly, who was the cause of such feelings but also a much needed lifeboat.
Artistic Exuberance (Date Five - Day after the Gallery)
The raven-haired vampire stared at the three different sets of sheets, "Old Glory" quilt, and the moon-sun throw pillow sitting on the edge of her bed, taunting her, laughing, shouting "Hahahahah you'll never ever decide which to put on the brand new bed for your brand new apartment."
Connie Stone picked up the crowbar left behind by the construction crew - "Strange omen," she thought - and beat each of the wrapped sets of sheets once with it, quieting their imaginary voices. She shouted into the apartment, "Nyah! How 'bout that!"
"Which do I want first, really?" She wracked her brain, trying to think of which one would be more comfortable first. It was the middle of August; her air conditioning kept it more than adequately temperate in the loft. A thought wormed its way into her brain from an area down below that had been overactive all day. "Which would -you- rather be seduced on?" She then dropped the navy blue flannel and white cotton sheets onto the floor and nudged them under the bed, leaving the black satin.
Picking up a pen and pad of paper, she wrote down, "modular closet, under-bed storage drawers, throw pillow to match quilt," then set it aside. Shopping lists were always an interesting chore. You write down the obvious things, but forget the important ones and end up in a tizzy trying to find what you need when it's almost too late.
Good thing she was neither male nor human, or she'd really be up shit's creek without a paddle when sex entered the picture.
And the combination of thoughts that just stampeded through her brain knocked her breathless, and she plopped onto the bed's surface...
"Have I really been trying to seduce her?"
"No, I haven't. I've been treating her the way I think she should be treated, the way she deserves to be treated."
"But what if that leads to, well, something more?"
"Isn't that the point of dates?"
Would she have been so forward about thinking, feeling, or even saying what she had to Nyra over the past five days - and she knew deep inside she'd been saying it because, in her opinion, it was the truth - if "it" weren't a possible eventuality?
Her mind and spirit shouted out, "YES!" as her head nodded and voice croaked to the ceiling, "I sure would have. Everybody deserves to be told how wonderful they are."
Ignoring the familiar tug in her body that seemed to surface whenever she thought of Nyra (which actually was quite often) she flipped over and dug her nails into the heavy plastic wrap bundling the satin sheets.
She unfurled them slightly and separated out the elastic-bound mattress cover. Connie gripped the long side - though in truth, with a queen sized bed, "long" is relative - and flipped it, causing the far end to open further and to settle back down on the bed. She darted around, tucking in the corners, then flipped out the coversheet and tucked it similarly. "Dad gummit, I need pillows." She jotted it down.
"Might as well put on the quilt," she thought, and she unwrapped that and flipped it too. The moon-sun pillow was set at the top.
Connie turned and looked at the remainder of the loft; it still needed a few things. Sofa, TV, stereo system. Computer and desk.
"Stupid me left my other list at work." She sighed, and trudged over to the island. Into her purse she dug, and she checked the time on her cell.
"Clock!" and she skipped back over to the pad of paper, wrote down "alarm clock," and then returned to the island.
She wondered as she looked around the loft for other things she'd need how Nyra had fared for sleeping and the cleanup at the Gallery...
Nyra
18 years ago
Connie
18 years ago
For a moment, looking into Nyra's eyes, shining up at her, determination and desire burning in those hazel orbs, Connie couldn't help but think of the calm she'd experienced a few times during her stay on the Great Plains, just before a tornado. Everything was quiet but for the pounding of her heart, of both hearts beating together, the quiet whisper of their breath, shared as they indulged in another soul-wrenching kiss. The coppery hue of Nyra's locks waving gently as they moved, dancing minutely in the breeze as the air conditioning clicked on reminded her in no small way of the dancing tips of wheat and prarie grass. The streak of green goaded a vision of the lone tree on the hill near her cabin, and as Nyra's eyes reopened, the brown-green of the plains' earth seemed to be reflected in the hazel orbs.
The tornado expanded in her, whirling from heart to mind to body, her soul caught up a maelstrom of emotion and desire, merely from holding, smelling, tasting.
Her hand raised through those dangling locks, earthy sandalwood following her fingers as they grazed softly across Nyra's cheek, that simple touch anchoring her for a moment as she tried to read Nyra's expressive eyes.
The tornado manifested itself as Connie's mind reached out and pulled the sheets and comforter down, then moved the single pillow directly behind Nyra, near where her head would lay.
The tornado expanded in her, whirling from heart to mind to body, her soul caught up a maelstrom of emotion and desire, merely from holding, smelling, tasting.
Her hand raised through those dangling locks, earthy sandalwood following her fingers as they grazed softly across Nyra's cheek, that simple touch anchoring her for a moment as she tried to read Nyra's expressive eyes.
The tornado manifested itself as Connie's mind reached out and pulled the sheets and comforter down, then moved the single pillow directly behind Nyra, near where her head would lay.
Nyra
18 years ago
Standing in Connie's embrace Nyra felt a peace that made her wonder how she hadn't known she had been at war. Happily she slipped her teal tank top off over her head, not caring for once that her curves were overly lush or that the bra that valiantly struggled to contain said curves was functional not pretty. As she dropped her loose capris she briefly wished for something sexier than plain white cotton briefs.
In thinking of her own undergarments made Nyra wonder what Connie had under her beautiful clothing. Gently she reached out and swept the other woman's camisole top off, ruffling her raven hair in the process. Before she lost her nerve she pushed the pretty skirt off Connie's hips, watching it pool at her feet.
Nyra looked at the goddess before her with such hunger and tenderness warring inside her, Connie was so beautiful, inside and out. Her body felt heavy with desire, heat pooling low in her belly and gently throbbing with impatience. Wrapping her arms around the svelte waist before her she kissed Connie with all those feelings bubbling over.
In thinking of her own undergarments made Nyra wonder what Connie had under her beautiful clothing. Gently she reached out and swept the other woman's camisole top off, ruffling her raven hair in the process. Before she lost her nerve she pushed the pretty skirt off Connie's hips, watching it pool at her feet.
Nyra looked at the goddess before her with such hunger and tenderness warring inside her, Connie was so beautiful, inside and out. Her body felt heavy with desire, heat pooling low in her belly and gently throbbing with impatience. Wrapping her arms around the svelte waist before her she kissed Connie with all those feelings bubbling over.
Connie
18 years ago
The sudden almost agressiveness with which the artist undressed her, down to her skivvies, surprised and excited Connie. Nyra's breasts nearly overflowed her plain white bra; something in the accountant's mind likened the image to the emotions roiling inside her, ready to burst.
And then a tiny voice said, "No, you're not ill, so go for it girl!"
Nyra's ample breasts pushed against Connie's, restrained in her own sheer blue bra. She could feel the other woman's heart beating even through the flesh contacted searingly against hers. Nimble hands dropped to Nyra's round bottom, cupping gently, pulling her closer as their tongues darted at each other teasingly, then tentatively intertwined.
The first knuckle of Connie's first fingers slipped beneath the edge of Nyra's plain white briefs for a moment or two as she circled the elastic, then trailed teasingly up and along the rounded hollows next to her spine.
And then a tiny voice said, "No, you're not ill, so go for it girl!"
Nyra's ample breasts pushed against Connie's, restrained in her own sheer blue bra. She could feel the other woman's heart beating even through the flesh contacted searingly against hers. Nimble hands dropped to Nyra's round bottom, cupping gently, pulling her closer as their tongues darted at each other teasingly, then tentatively intertwined.
The first knuckle of Connie's first fingers slipped beneath the edge of Nyra's plain white briefs for a moment or two as she circled the elastic, then trailed teasingly up and along the rounded hollows next to her spine.
Nyra
18 years ago
Somewhat shocked at her own boldness, Nyra leaned into the kiss. She wasn't exactly sure how one woman went about making love to another but she was ready to learn. Her breath hitched as Connie's slender fingers found her spine.
Nyra just did not know where to go from here. So her hands trailed over Connie's back, gently skimming the flesh just beneith the strap of the pretty blue bra she wore. Mimicing her lover's actions she slid the tips of her fingers under the strap of the bra, petting the silky skin.
After a kiss filled indeterminate time Nyra pulled back just enough to look deep into those smokey eyes and find a husky whisper.
"Take me to bed"
It was a plea, begging on her knees for Connie to ravish her as she saw fit. For the raven haired goddess to take the lead and teach Nyra just exactly what she liked. At the thought her limbs quivered and heat spread from her belly outward. She gently licked her lower lip, feeling how pleasantly plump and tingly they were from all those kisses.
Nyra just did not know where to go from here. So her hands trailed over Connie's back, gently skimming the flesh just beneith the strap of the pretty blue bra she wore. Mimicing her lover's actions she slid the tips of her fingers under the strap of the bra, petting the silky skin.
After a kiss filled indeterminate time Nyra pulled back just enough to look deep into those smokey eyes and find a husky whisper.
"Take me to bed"
It was a plea, begging on her knees for Connie to ravish her as she saw fit. For the raven haired goddess to take the lead and teach Nyra just exactly what she liked. At the thought her limbs quivered and heat spread from her belly outward. She gently licked her lower lip, feeling how pleasantly plump and tingly they were from all those kisses.
Connie
18 years ago
"Take me to bed."
Those four simple words probably combined to make the single most erotic and yet completely stupefying request Connie'd ever experienced. She could feel Nyra's uncertainty radiating from her - though nowhere near as strong as the desire that colored her cheeks, that pointed prominent peaks beneath her bra. And Connie's sensitive nose could even detect a hint of her musk.
She slowly walked Nyra backwards towards the bed, and helped her up to sit on the high cushiony mattress. Placing a soft kiss on Nyra's cheek, she squatted between the artist's slightly spread legs and looked up through her dangling bangs. Quietly, she said, "I imagine you don' quite know what ta ask fer, so I'm jus' gunna go with what feels righ', so speak up if'n you like somethin' or not. If an idea percolates into that lovely head of yours, go with it. Don' be shy."
She would have waited an eternity for Nyra's response, but her replying nod was almost immediate.
Connie's hands reached out and trailed gently along the outside of Nyra's calves, soft but toned from constant walking. Still keeping Nyra's gaze locked with hers, her hands travelled higher, skimming the tops of her thighs; her fingertips danced in the crease between leg and hip for a moment, then rose along the bulge of her belly. Feathering across her ribs, Connie rose to a semi-crouch, her face a hand's width from Nyra's as those teasing fingers moved around to her back. Three hooks clasped the sturdy, plain white cloth-and-elastic that restrained the artist's breasts - and were suddenly released as Connie's fingers twisted just so.
Fingertips again trailing around the other woman's back, they rose higher along her shoulders to the straps, slightly indented in Nyra's skin - "Gotta take her somewhere and get her measured," rang the voice in the back of Connie's mind - as the soft pads of her fingers gently stroked the lines in her flesh as the straps fell just off her arms, leaving the cups covering her ample chest.
Those four simple words probably combined to make the single most erotic and yet completely stupefying request Connie'd ever experienced. She could feel Nyra's uncertainty radiating from her - though nowhere near as strong as the desire that colored her cheeks, that pointed prominent peaks beneath her bra. And Connie's sensitive nose could even detect a hint of her musk.
She slowly walked Nyra backwards towards the bed, and helped her up to sit on the high cushiony mattress. Placing a soft kiss on Nyra's cheek, she squatted between the artist's slightly spread legs and looked up through her dangling bangs. Quietly, she said, "I imagine you don' quite know what ta ask fer, so I'm jus' gunna go with what feels righ', so speak up if'n you like somethin' or not. If an idea percolates into that lovely head of yours, go with it. Don' be shy."
She would have waited an eternity for Nyra's response, but her replying nod was almost immediate.
Connie's hands reached out and trailed gently along the outside of Nyra's calves, soft but toned from constant walking. Still keeping Nyra's gaze locked with hers, her hands travelled higher, skimming the tops of her thighs; her fingertips danced in the crease between leg and hip for a moment, then rose along the bulge of her belly. Feathering across her ribs, Connie rose to a semi-crouch, her face a hand's width from Nyra's as those teasing fingers moved around to her back. Three hooks clasped the sturdy, plain white cloth-and-elastic that restrained the artist's breasts - and were suddenly released as Connie's fingers twisted just so.
Fingertips again trailing around the other woman's back, they rose higher along her shoulders to the straps, slightly indented in Nyra's skin - "Gotta take her somewhere and get her measured," rang the voice in the back of Connie's mind - as the soft pads of her fingers gently stroked the lines in her flesh as the straps fell just off her arms, leaving the cups covering her ample chest.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra tried not to be selfconscious as Connie sat her on the bed. She knew she wasnt beautiful or mindnumbingly sexy, but the tender look in Connie's eyes helped reassure her. As the straps of her practical bra slipped down her arms she wished it was more daring. The sheer blue encasing Connie made her want to stroke the fine material covering fine flesh.
The gentle touches made her shiver, stroking her lightly where the undergarment had been. Reaching forward she cautiously ran her fingers over the blue hiding Connie's ribs, not ticklingly, but tentatively. Somewhere she built up the courage to walk her fingers slowly to the clasp behind the goddess and clumsily unlatch it.
Her efforts were amply rewarded. Because of Connie's forward leaning posture, the cloth slipped down her arms immediately uncovering her breats. Unsure if this was good or bad, Nyra brought her questioning eyes up to Connies smokey ones.
"Guess being a copycat can get me in trouble." The husky whisper was all she could say before her gaze strayed back downward. She wanted to apolgize for being so forward, but couldnt be unhappy at the results of her effort. She briefly wondered if Connie would be mad if she stared at those gorgeous breasts all night. They were amazing, softly rounded with perky tips. Nyra wondered if they tasted as good as they looked.
Figuring that since she had bared Connie, it was only fair to remove her own bra. Reluctantly taking her hands off the silky smooth sides before her, she pealed the sturdy cups off her substantial chest and let it slide off her arms and to the floor.
She knew her large areolas were puckered to pebbled tips, and had been since they sat down on her futon. While the ache wasnt unpleasant it was becoming more urgent.
The gentle touches made her shiver, stroking her lightly where the undergarment had been. Reaching forward she cautiously ran her fingers over the blue hiding Connie's ribs, not ticklingly, but tentatively. Somewhere she built up the courage to walk her fingers slowly to the clasp behind the goddess and clumsily unlatch it.
Her efforts were amply rewarded. Because of Connie's forward leaning posture, the cloth slipped down her arms immediately uncovering her breats. Unsure if this was good or bad, Nyra brought her questioning eyes up to Connies smokey ones.
"Guess being a copycat can get me in trouble." The husky whisper was all she could say before her gaze strayed back downward. She wanted to apolgize for being so forward, but couldnt be unhappy at the results of her effort. She briefly wondered if Connie would be mad if she stared at those gorgeous breasts all night. They were amazing, softly rounded with perky tips. Nyra wondered if they tasted as good as they looked.
Figuring that since she had bared Connie, it was only fair to remove her own bra. Reluctantly taking her hands off the silky smooth sides before her, she pealed the sturdy cups off her substantial chest and let it slide off her arms and to the floor.
She knew her large areolas were puckered to pebbled tips, and had been since they sat down on her futon. While the ache wasnt unpleasant it was becoming more urgent.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie felt the skin on her chest pebble as Nyra's fingertips slide around to unclasp her bra, then felt the sudden cooling and puckering of her nipples as the constraining bra disappeared. She heard herself say, "Nothin' wrong with bein' a copycat, sometimes it's the bestest way to le..."
Her voice trailed off as Nyra's breasts were bared, their half-dollar large areolae carrying erect nipples pointing outwards towards herself. She gasped aloud, struck with their beauty. Sliding her hands from Nyra's arms, she spread her fingers and rested them against the outside of the massive globes, her thumbs immediately arching towards the peaks. She desperately wanted to bury her face between those tantalizing mounds of flesh, but she raised her eyes back to Nyra's; she wanted to see Nyra's reaction when...
The edge of her thumbs rasped across the pea-sized nubbins.
Her voice trailed off as Nyra's breasts were bared, their half-dollar large areolae carrying erect nipples pointing outwards towards herself. She gasped aloud, struck with their beauty. Sliding her hands from Nyra's arms, she spread her fingers and rested them against the outside of the massive globes, her thumbs immediately arching towards the peaks. She desperately wanted to bury her face between those tantalizing mounds of flesh, but she raised her eyes back to Nyra's; she wanted to see Nyra's reaction when...
The edge of her thumbs rasped across the pea-sized nubbins.
Nyra
18 years ago
Comforted by Connie's sweet words, Nyra smiled. The sultry heavy lidded smile watched the beautiful tanned skin in front of her. She contemplated the glorious round breasts for a moment. Deciding to reach out and touch them, just to see if they were as warm as their golden color implied.
The feeling of Connie's soft but talented fingers upon her chest did nothing to deter her from her goal. Nyra was completely unprepared for the sensations though, when Connie dragged her fingers over the rock hard tips. She moaned quietly on a sudden intake of air, bit her lip and sat up just a bit straighter which prolonged the feeling.
Tearing her gaze away from Connie's body she looked up into the gray desire filled eyes. At the heat reflected there, Nyra felt bold. She inched back onto the bed slightly, so that almost all of her legs were on the soft satin. Reaching out a hand, Nyra briefly stroked down Connie's cheek with her finger. Down her neck, shoulder, bicep, elbow, forearm, to her hand. With a quick clasp and tug, Connie fell onto the bed, beside her.
Nyra smiled happily as their arms and legs brushed briefly, she could not wait for the bed to only just a tangle instead of two tentative bodies. Since she ended up laying on her right side including her arm, Nyra reached out with her left and playfully flicked the tip of her finger across the hard pebble of Connie's right breast. She was sure it could not get much harder but it quivered.
Glancing up at her lover's face made Nyra smile. Her pulling had tousled the raven strands into wild disarray. Connie was so beautiful, it made Nyra ache with longing and appreciation.
The feeling of Connie's soft but talented fingers upon her chest did nothing to deter her from her goal. Nyra was completely unprepared for the sensations though, when Connie dragged her fingers over the rock hard tips. She moaned quietly on a sudden intake of air, bit her lip and sat up just a bit straighter which prolonged the feeling.
Tearing her gaze away from Connie's body she looked up into the gray desire filled eyes. At the heat reflected there, Nyra felt bold. She inched back onto the bed slightly, so that almost all of her legs were on the soft satin. Reaching out a hand, Nyra briefly stroked down Connie's cheek with her finger. Down her neck, shoulder, bicep, elbow, forearm, to her hand. With a quick clasp and tug, Connie fell onto the bed, beside her.
Nyra smiled happily as their arms and legs brushed briefly, she could not wait for the bed to only just a tangle instead of two tentative bodies. Since she ended up laying on her right side including her arm, Nyra reached out with her left and playfully flicked the tip of her finger across the hard pebble of Connie's right breast. She was sure it could not get much harder but it quivered.
Glancing up at her lover's face made Nyra smile. Her pulling had tousled the raven strands into wild disarray. Connie was so beautiful, it made Nyra ache with longing and appreciation.
Connie
18 years ago
The sudden switch of position from crouch to lying on the bed in front of Nyra gave Connie a bit of a whirl... This woman surprised her, and probably surprised herself, with the move to pull her onto the bed.
And the fingertip that brushed her nipple shot a spark of desire from chilled chest to heated belly. Her right hand dragged teasingly from her navy-wrapped hip, along her ribs, and cupped the breast Nyra so tentatively touched. Her fingers danced out to take hold of the artist's, her rounded nails an intriguing mirror to the curvaceousness of the beauty before her, then intertwined their fingers, palm to hot palm, the back of Nyra's hand facing her.
Connie rolled towards Nyra, pulling her hand between her globes as she placed her lips over those parted, her deft tongue slipped between, seeking, playing. Her free left hand slid up then wrapped around Nyra's neck, fingers splayed as she pulled the larger woman closer. Breast to breast, nearly peak to peak, hands trapped between heated, pebbled skin, Connie's thumb reached and found a peak to brush against. Her right leg stretched out; her ankle hooked behind Nyra's knee and pulled the other's left leg between her own. Crossing her ankles, she giggled and mumbled against Nyra's lips, "Haha, gotcher leg captive."
With a playfully loud kiss, she left Nyra's lips - though so teasingly, tastingly lush they were against her own - and nibbled along Nyra's jaw to her ear, where her tongue snaked out and rode along the soft edge, hot breath speaking volumes. Down Nyra's neck she slid, cool tongue interchanging with heated lips, licking here, sucking there, to the hollow in her collarbone. Connie "wrote" the artist's name there with the pliant muscle's tip, then trailed her lips and tongue along to the edge of her arm.
Another loud smooching kiss, and Connie seperated their bodies just a little, mouth moving with purpose now down towards the heated peak of her left breast.
And the fingertip that brushed her nipple shot a spark of desire from chilled chest to heated belly. Her right hand dragged teasingly from her navy-wrapped hip, along her ribs, and cupped the breast Nyra so tentatively touched. Her fingers danced out to take hold of the artist's, her rounded nails an intriguing mirror to the curvaceousness of the beauty before her, then intertwined their fingers, palm to hot palm, the back of Nyra's hand facing her.
Connie rolled towards Nyra, pulling her hand between her globes as she placed her lips over those parted, her deft tongue slipped between, seeking, playing. Her free left hand slid up then wrapped around Nyra's neck, fingers splayed as she pulled the larger woman closer. Breast to breast, nearly peak to peak, hands trapped between heated, pebbled skin, Connie's thumb reached and found a peak to brush against. Her right leg stretched out; her ankle hooked behind Nyra's knee and pulled the other's left leg between her own. Crossing her ankles, she giggled and mumbled against Nyra's lips, "Haha, gotcher leg captive."
With a playfully loud kiss, she left Nyra's lips - though so teasingly, tastingly lush they were against her own - and nibbled along Nyra's jaw to her ear, where her tongue snaked out and rode along the soft edge, hot breath speaking volumes. Down Nyra's neck she slid, cool tongue interchanging with heated lips, licking here, sucking there, to the hollow in her collarbone. Connie "wrote" the artist's name there with the pliant muscle's tip, then trailed her lips and tongue along to the edge of her arm.
Another loud smooching kiss, and Connie seperated their bodies just a little, mouth moving with purpose now down towards the heated peak of her left breast.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra's head swam as Connie's silky body pressed against her lush curves. Her breathing was unsteady, coming in gasps as her lover touched her intimately or her hands stroked the soft skin beside her. Smiling at Connie's playfullness even in this, now, more serious situation.
The feel of the moist tongue on her body was almost overwhelming, she shivered uncontrollably. As those soft lips moved lower, Nyra guessed their intent. With hope she pushed her chest upward towards those warm soft lips. She let out a shakey moan when her turgid nipple was encased in those lips. Her hands stroked the tousled raven locks, not pulling the goddess closer to her, but encouraging her to continue.
Wanting to capture Connie's leg as the woman had captured hers, she shifted her thigh higher. The loose hold those long soft legs had on hers did not bar her from raising her higher along those silky inner thighs. Finally her upper thigh rested against the silky blue fabric. Nyra quivered at the feelings pouring through her.
The feel of the moist tongue on her body was almost overwhelming, she shivered uncontrollably. As those soft lips moved lower, Nyra guessed their intent. With hope she pushed her chest upward towards those warm soft lips. She let out a shakey moan when her turgid nipple was encased in those lips. Her hands stroked the tousled raven locks, not pulling the goddess closer to her, but encouraging her to continue.
Wanting to capture Connie's leg as the woman had captured hers, she shifted her thigh higher. The loose hold those long soft legs had on hers did not bar her from raising her higher along those silky inner thighs. Finally her upper thigh rested against the silky blue fabric. Nyra quivered at the feelings pouring through her.
Connie
18 years ago
Nyra's skin was salty and sweet, all at the same time, her pea-sized nipple heated between her lips, against her tongue.
She nearly gasped as Nyra's thigh came in contact with her heated center. She briefly wondered if the artist could feel her dampness as she licked her way across the valley of her chest. Whispering, she commented around kisses and gentle licks, "That's down right mean, but then, you don' know what ya been doin' ta me, makin' me all hot an' bothered, just by bein' yer sessy self..." She rolled Nyra a little bit further away, and took the other, unattended peak into her waiting, pursed lips.
Her right hand stroked gently across Nyra's leg, across her briefs and along her side as she teased, then came up to grasp the woman's other breast, still damp with Connie's saliva. She ran the tip of her forefinger around the outside of the globe, pointing nearly to the ceiling now, then joined her second, third, fourth fingers as she moved in ever-smaller circles towards the peak.
Instantly her mind flashed to the construction of the Pike's Peak Railway and the long, circuitous route they needed to build for the train...
She shivered, remembering the cold, then Nyra's hands in her hair made her shiver again as one finger brushed her ear. She did so love having her hair played with.
Disengaging her lips from Nyra's breast, she smiled up at the artist, and saw her eyes closed. Still wearing the smile, she returned her lips to their task, sucking, pulling, laving all about the round flesh before her. The pad of her right forefinger circled alone, this time around the tight pink collar around the peak.
Nyra's nimble fingers dancing in her hair, upon her scalp was a constant distraction; the thigh between her own was even moreso. She squeezed her legs together, forcing herself not to twitch or try to relieve the pressure she felt in her belly against the silky skin there.
She nearly gasped as Nyra's thigh came in contact with her heated center. She briefly wondered if the artist could feel her dampness as she licked her way across the valley of her chest. Whispering, she commented around kisses and gentle licks, "That's down right mean, but then, you don' know what ya been doin' ta me, makin' me all hot an' bothered, just by bein' yer sessy self..." She rolled Nyra a little bit further away, and took the other, unattended peak into her waiting, pursed lips.
Her right hand stroked gently across Nyra's leg, across her briefs and along her side as she teased, then came up to grasp the woman's other breast, still damp with Connie's saliva. She ran the tip of her forefinger around the outside of the globe, pointing nearly to the ceiling now, then joined her second, third, fourth fingers as she moved in ever-smaller circles towards the peak.
Instantly her mind flashed to the construction of the Pike's Peak Railway and the long, circuitous route they needed to build for the train...
She shivered, remembering the cold, then Nyra's hands in her hair made her shiver again as one finger brushed her ear. She did so love having her hair played with.
Disengaging her lips from Nyra's breast, she smiled up at the artist, and saw her eyes closed. Still wearing the smile, she returned her lips to their task, sucking, pulling, laving all about the round flesh before her. The pad of her right forefinger circled alone, this time around the tight pink collar around the peak.
Nyra's nimble fingers dancing in her hair, upon her scalp was a constant distraction; the thigh between her own was even moreso. She squeezed her legs together, forcing herself not to twitch or try to relieve the pressure she felt in her belly against the silky skin there.
Nyra
18 years ago
The throbbing in her lower belly increased with each tug, lick or stroke on her breast. Nyra knew her sensible cotton briefs were damp but from the feel of her thigh on Connie's panties it was a mutual reaction. Just knowing she had this effect on the beauty beside her made her tremble more.
She wanted to beg and plead with Connie for more. To pull the goddess closer to her and hold her tight. Fearing that would cause the slighter woman more harm than good she hugged her briefly and rolled onto her back, pulling Connie ontop of her.
Slyly she kept her thigh wedged between those long silky legs. Nyra revelled in the soft weight pressing down upon her. That warm smooth skin rubbing along hers. The slick heat scorching her thigh.
Keeping one hand tangled in the ebon locks, Nyra began a slow exploration of the warm expanse of back. Her fingers trailed up and down Connie's spine, softly. She carefully outlined every smooth inch of skin within her reach all the while she lost her mind to the pleasure the lips and fingers on her breasts.
Her breating quickened in time to the caresses as small sounds of pleasure escaped her throat. Fearing she would pass out from sheer sensory overload Nyra opened her mouth to say something to her tormentor. The brief feeling of teeth nipping at her diamond hard peaks completely disconnected all rational thoughts. She moaned loudly and pulled gently on that silky hair, pushing Connie closer to her.
She wanted to beg and plead with Connie for more. To pull the goddess closer to her and hold her tight. Fearing that would cause the slighter woman more harm than good she hugged her briefly and rolled onto her back, pulling Connie ontop of her.
Slyly she kept her thigh wedged between those long silky legs. Nyra revelled in the soft weight pressing down upon her. That warm smooth skin rubbing along hers. The slick heat scorching her thigh.
Keeping one hand tangled in the ebon locks, Nyra began a slow exploration of the warm expanse of back. Her fingers trailed up and down Connie's spine, softly. She carefully outlined every smooth inch of skin within her reach all the while she lost her mind to the pleasure the lips and fingers on her breasts.
Her breating quickened in time to the caresses as small sounds of pleasure escaped her throat. Fearing she would pass out from sheer sensory overload Nyra opened her mouth to say something to her tormentor. The brief feeling of teeth nipping at her diamond hard peaks completely disconnected all rational thoughts. She moaned loudly and pulled gently on that silky hair, pushing Connie closer to her.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie let out a small squeak of surprise as Nyra rolled and pulled her on top. She shivered again as Nyra's deft fingers explored her back and still played teasingly in her hair.
The artist's thigh still planted between her own, the vampire brought up her own knee and placed it against her lover's heated center. She could feel Nyra's dampness soaking the cotton; part of her wanted to tear that sexy garment from Nyra and bury her face in their stead, but she was so enjoying the lush, the silkiness she had her attention on. Her left hand freed, she brought it up to caress the breast she nibbled and sucked as her mouth trailed back to the left. Briefly she wondered if Nyra could feel her own peaks against her belly as her right slid down, down and behind, cupping the sumptuous derriere with a softly squeezing grope. Her fingertips wiggled beneath the elastic band of her panties, then fully underneath, palming the heated-yet-cool flesh there.
Her knee pressed tantalizingly closer into Nyra's center. Connie felt as if she had the heat of the sun against her as she tensed and released her quad muscles.
The artist's thigh still planted between her own, the vampire brought up her own knee and placed it against her lover's heated center. She could feel Nyra's dampness soaking the cotton; part of her wanted to tear that sexy garment from Nyra and bury her face in their stead, but she was so enjoying the lush, the silkiness she had her attention on. Her left hand freed, she brought it up to caress the breast she nibbled and sucked as her mouth trailed back to the left. Briefly she wondered if Nyra could feel her own peaks against her belly as her right slid down, down and behind, cupping the sumptuous derriere with a softly squeezing grope. Her fingertips wiggled beneath the elastic band of her panties, then fully underneath, palming the heated-yet-cool flesh there.
Her knee pressed tantalizingly closer into Nyra's center. Connie felt as if she had the heat of the sun against her as she tensed and released her quad muscles.
Nyra
18 years ago
There was electricity dancing across her skin. Darting from nipple to nipple and then down to her tummy where the hard points of Connie's breasts pressed. It ran down to her moist core that rode upon the firm thigh and then back to where Connie's hand had slipped into those oh so sensible cotton panties.
Nyra's whole body quivered tensely at the sensations. She felt every muscle clench as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips arched and ground upon her tormentor's thigh. Her hands gripped the smooth flesh underneath them as her arms tightened around Connie's lithe form, pullig the beauty harder to her. The feeling of the moist material rubbing against against her thigh just pushed her orgasm higher and higher. Nyra could not control her arching hips or flexing thigh that stroked that slick material over and over.
Vaguely she wondered at the low keening wail that echoed through the loft but since her brain was not fully functioning she ignored it as she rode out her pleasure.
Nyra's whole body quivered tensely at the sensations. She felt every muscle clench as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips arched and ground upon her tormentor's thigh. Her hands gripped the smooth flesh underneath them as her arms tightened around Connie's lithe form, pullig the beauty harder to her. The feeling of the moist material rubbing against against her thigh just pushed her orgasm higher and higher. Nyra could not control her arching hips or flexing thigh that stroked that slick material over and over.
Vaguely she wondered at the low keening wail that echoed through the loft but since her brain was not fully functioning she ignored it as she rode out her pleasure.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie smiled against silk as Nyra tensed and writhed beneath her. She slowed her caresses, her ministrations, her lips as she hugged the artist to her, feeling the beat of the human's heart against her face.
The keening wail caught her by surprise; its sensual, throaty sound was like a jackhammer between her legs - or was that Nyra's thigh? - driving deep into her scorching arousal... And heading straight to her thudding heart.
When Nyra's spasms slowed, Connie looked up at her round face, a smile curling the corners of her pink lips, swollen from their assault. Her hands still moved occasionally as she scooted forward and placed those lips tenderly against Nyra's own. "Wayel," she whispered between kisses, "Ah'd say that's one powerful way ta let me know what yer likin'."
The keening wail caught her by surprise; its sensual, throaty sound was like a jackhammer between her legs - or was that Nyra's thigh? - driving deep into her scorching arousal... And heading straight to her thudding heart.
When Nyra's spasms slowed, Connie looked up at her round face, a smile curling the corners of her pink lips, swollen from their assault. Her hands still moved occasionally as she scooted forward and placed those lips tenderly against Nyra's own. "Wayel," she whispered between kisses, "Ah'd say that's one powerful way ta let me know what yer likin'."
Nyra
18 years ago
Through heavy lids Nyra watched Connie inch upward until those soft lips were pressed against her own. Her body still pulsed with satisfaction that did not diminish with the kisses or throaty comments in that sexy accent. She wanted to reply but all she could do was nod briefly.
There was no rational thought yet, just a yearning to return the favor. To make this beautiful goddess feel that amazing feeling. She kissed those soft lips with all that feeling, nibbling on the lush lower lip and tangling tongues.
Finally Nyra found her voice after Connie had pulled back briefly. Husky and desire laden her voice whispered to the woman, pleadingly. "Tell me how to make love to you. I want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel."
There was no rational thought yet, just a yearning to return the favor. To make this beautiful goddess feel that amazing feeling. She kissed those soft lips with all that feeling, nibbling on the lush lower lip and tangling tongues.
Finally Nyra found her voice after Connie had pulled back briefly. Husky and desire laden her voice whispered to the woman, pleadingly. "Tell me how to make love to you. I want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel."
Connie
18 years ago
Somehow this woman, her neighbor, friend, lover, had completely shellshocked, stumped, and stymied her twice in one night.
"Tell me how to make love to you," she seemed to have pleaded. "Tell me how." Three words that so aroused her, teased her, scared her. Yes, she was scared. Scared of telling Nyra something that might turn her off, or give her the wrong idea...
Connie licked her lips, both in apprehension and desire, as Nyra's hazel orbs bored into her own. She wondered what Nyra saw there; prayed she didn't see the fear of actually telling her what to do. Hoped beyond hope that next words from her mouth were sexy and soft and tailored for Nyra. For new lover, new girlfriend, fragile Nyra.
Part of her disliked the fact she "needed" to cushion the younger woman; most of her knew she would need to for at least a little while, until she became a little more comfortable with herself, with the feelings the vampire hoped, and could occasionally sense, were welling up inside.
For a moment, she concentrated on the rest of her body, and could imagine the third person's view, seeing the two women hugging each other so intimately, breast-to-rounded-breast, silky thighs adjacent to heated centers... and she felt a fresh rush of warmth in her belly, a surge of intimacy inside her towards this new person in her life that she would do anything not to lose. Even... well, only if something very very...
"Shut up Stone, don't even think it."
Flashing back into her 'bedroom' and to her own first-person point of view, she saw Nyra looking at her expectantly. Her hands continued to gently caress the rounder woman's sides and legs as they cooled for a few moments.
"Imitation is a sincere form of flattery, love, and a wonderful way to learn. Kiss me, touch me, lick, nibble, even bite if you feel comfterble. Caress. Pinch lightly, squeeze, hug. I really can' give you a play-by-play, cause there are still things about mysel' I don' know, I'm sure. Do what feels righ'. Do what you like, too, cause that's kind of what I just gave ta you, I like havin' mah breasts played with muchlyso, among other things."
Connie's right hand slid up along her own body til it met Nyra's arm, and distracted it from its task of caressing the taller woman's back, then redirected it to her rounded bottom. "Ah like havin' mah tush squeezed." Her left hand came up to the hand still gently tangled in her hair, and brought it before her face, kissing the knuckles chastely. "I wouldn' min' suckin' yer fingers," she commented, demonstrating as she took Nyra's forefinger between her lips, smoky eyes locked to earthy, and dipped her head, coating the digit with saliva. "You could pull down my panties," she continued, her right hand guiding one of Nyra's fingers still on her bottom into the band of her sheer blue briefs. "You could lay on toppa me, if'n you wanted, cause ah'm pretty sure ah'll enjoy the sight of yer breasts danglin over me." She winked, and returned let Nyra's hand go where it will, "You could use yer hair, cause it's longer'n mine, ta tickle and tease, too. Lahk Ah said... explore, lover, and you'll know."
Her face leaned back down to Nyra's; tongue flicked out and caught the tip of the artist's nose. Giggling playfully, Connie pushed herself off Nyra, gasping through the rude shock of suddenly being fully exposed to air conditioning's breezes, when she'd been so langurously wrapped in her love's embrace. Sticking her tongue out as her breasts bounced on her chest, she nudged her thigh against Nyra's center, and wiggled her own against the silky thigh present there.
"Tell me how to make love to you," she seemed to have pleaded. "Tell me how." Three words that so aroused her, teased her, scared her. Yes, she was scared. Scared of telling Nyra something that might turn her off, or give her the wrong idea...
Connie licked her lips, both in apprehension and desire, as Nyra's hazel orbs bored into her own. She wondered what Nyra saw there; prayed she didn't see the fear of actually telling her what to do. Hoped beyond hope that next words from her mouth were sexy and soft and tailored for Nyra. For new lover, new girlfriend, fragile Nyra.
Part of her disliked the fact she "needed" to cushion the younger woman; most of her knew she would need to for at least a little while, until she became a little more comfortable with herself, with the feelings the vampire hoped, and could occasionally sense, were welling up inside.
For a moment, she concentrated on the rest of her body, and could imagine the third person's view, seeing the two women hugging each other so intimately, breast-to-rounded-breast, silky thighs adjacent to heated centers... and she felt a fresh rush of warmth in her belly, a surge of intimacy inside her towards this new person in her life that she would do anything not to lose. Even... well, only if something very very...
"Shut up Stone, don't even think it."
Flashing back into her 'bedroom' and to her own first-person point of view, she saw Nyra looking at her expectantly. Her hands continued to gently caress the rounder woman's sides and legs as they cooled for a few moments.
"Imitation is a sincere form of flattery, love, and a wonderful way to learn. Kiss me, touch me, lick, nibble, even bite if you feel comfterble. Caress. Pinch lightly, squeeze, hug. I really can' give you a play-by-play, cause there are still things about mysel' I don' know, I'm sure. Do what feels righ'. Do what you like, too, cause that's kind of what I just gave ta you, I like havin' mah breasts played with muchlyso, among other things."
Connie's right hand slid up along her own body til it met Nyra's arm, and distracted it from its task of caressing the taller woman's back, then redirected it to her rounded bottom. "Ah like havin' mah tush squeezed." Her left hand came up to the hand still gently tangled in her hair, and brought it before her face, kissing the knuckles chastely. "I wouldn' min' suckin' yer fingers," she commented, demonstrating as she took Nyra's forefinger between her lips, smoky eyes locked to earthy, and dipped her head, coating the digit with saliva. "You could pull down my panties," she continued, her right hand guiding one of Nyra's fingers still on her bottom into the band of her sheer blue briefs. "You could lay on toppa me, if'n you wanted, cause ah'm pretty sure ah'll enjoy the sight of yer breasts danglin over me." She winked, and returned let Nyra's hand go where it will, "You could use yer hair, cause it's longer'n mine, ta tickle and tease, too. Lahk Ah said... explore, lover, and you'll know."
Her face leaned back down to Nyra's; tongue flicked out and caught the tip of the artist's nose. Giggling playfully, Connie pushed herself off Nyra, gasping through the rude shock of suddenly being fully exposed to air conditioning's breezes, when she'd been so langurously wrapped in her love's embrace. Sticking her tongue out as her breasts bounced on her chest, she nudged her thigh against Nyra's center, and wiggled her own against the silky thigh present there.
Nyra
18 years ago
'Imitation and Exploration' eh? She could do that. At least she thought she could until that firm thigh pressed against her still throbbing center. At the feel of the moist spot on her own thigh, Nyra closed her eyes, bit her lip and let out a long shaky breath. She was frightened but more aroused than she had ever been in her life.
Somewhere she found her voice, still husky and whispered, "Let's just lay down and explore some then."
The two women moved apart some, then laid down in the bed properly. Nyra pulled the satin sheet up to their waists and then turned to look at her lover. She couldnt help but be awestruck by the beauty before her.
Tenderly she ran her fingertips over the delicate bones of Connie's face, tracing the contours. She took time to follow the swirl of each ear, rubbing the lobes between her thumb and forefinger. Next she buried her hands in that beautiful black hair, feeling its texture and weight. Gently she ran her fingers down Connie's graceful neck until she became distracted by the intriguing collar bone with its dips and hollows. Nyra spent a long time finding every inch of that beautiful spot, stroking the skin lightly, delighted at the tingle her fingers had.
She concentrated on exploring Connie's shoulders, arms and hands next. Nyra's soft but firm fingers found joints, muscles and silky skin. Ending the exploration at each hand she brought each up to her mouth to kiss those talented fingertips of her lover's. Since her entire investigation had been done with joy as well as seriousness, she did not skip over the next portion.
The beautiful globes of soft tanned flesh swayed lightly as Connie squirmed a bit beside her. Even though the goddess had laid upon her back those peaks barely sagged at all, standing proud and defying gravity. On their own accord, her fingers began feathering over the peaks. The small pebbled nipples seemed to be the same size at rest as excited, which intrigued Nyra. They were beautiful, every bump, ridge and smooth expanse. Her tingling digits discovered every possible thing, gently stroking, lovingly cupping or lightly pinching. All of Nyra's concentration was on learning everything she could about these gorgeous breasts.
After a through investigation she leaned down to taste that warm flesh. Her tongue was awash with the taste and feel of Connie's skin. The feeling of those hard nipples on her tongue intrigued her. It was so different than anything she had felt before. She continued to lick until she felt an urgent need to feel the entire firm peak in her mouth. Slowly she wrapped her lips about the end and applied a light suction. Sensation burst upon her tongue and lips, leaving her intoxicated with feeling. She never wanted to stop, except maybe to move to the other one.
Nyra pressed a bit closer, since their legs were still entangled as before, it made them both groan. As she lay partially atop the slighter woman but with her left hip on the bed, Nyra thought Connie was perfect. Just right to hug, snuggle or cuddle with. They fit together so well.
This imitation and exploration stuff was genius as well as delicious fun.
Somewhere she found her voice, still husky and whispered, "Let's just lay down and explore some then."
The two women moved apart some, then laid down in the bed properly. Nyra pulled the satin sheet up to their waists and then turned to look at her lover. She couldnt help but be awestruck by the beauty before her.
Tenderly she ran her fingertips over the delicate bones of Connie's face, tracing the contours. She took time to follow the swirl of each ear, rubbing the lobes between her thumb and forefinger. Next she buried her hands in that beautiful black hair, feeling its texture and weight. Gently she ran her fingers down Connie's graceful neck until she became distracted by the intriguing collar bone with its dips and hollows. Nyra spent a long time finding every inch of that beautiful spot, stroking the skin lightly, delighted at the tingle her fingers had.
She concentrated on exploring Connie's shoulders, arms and hands next. Nyra's soft but firm fingers found joints, muscles and silky skin. Ending the exploration at each hand she brought each up to her mouth to kiss those talented fingertips of her lover's. Since her entire investigation had been done with joy as well as seriousness, she did not skip over the next portion.
The beautiful globes of soft tanned flesh swayed lightly as Connie squirmed a bit beside her. Even though the goddess had laid upon her back those peaks barely sagged at all, standing proud and defying gravity. On their own accord, her fingers began feathering over the peaks. The small pebbled nipples seemed to be the same size at rest as excited, which intrigued Nyra. They were beautiful, every bump, ridge and smooth expanse. Her tingling digits discovered every possible thing, gently stroking, lovingly cupping or lightly pinching. All of Nyra's concentration was on learning everything she could about these gorgeous breasts.
After a through investigation she leaned down to taste that warm flesh. Her tongue was awash with the taste and feel of Connie's skin. The feeling of those hard nipples on her tongue intrigued her. It was so different than anything she had felt before. She continued to lick until she felt an urgent need to feel the entire firm peak in her mouth. Slowly she wrapped her lips about the end and applied a light suction. Sensation burst upon her tongue and lips, leaving her intoxicated with feeling. She never wanted to stop, except maybe to move to the other one.
Nyra pressed a bit closer, since their legs were still entangled as before, it made them both groan. As she lay partially atop the slighter woman but with her left hip on the bed, Nyra thought Connie was perfect. Just right to hug, snuggle or cuddle with. They fit together so well.
This imitation and exploration stuff was genius as well as delicious fun.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie lay quietly, watching Nyra when she could as the artist's deft, soft fingers outlined her face, traced her ears, tangled in her hair. Quietly was relative, though, as she wasn't speaking or making noise, but she imagined the steel bass drum of her heart would have been audible out at the street. Nyra was turning her on so, keying her up, she felt she could very likely climax just from the curious explorations of her fingers. Nyra had a look of concentration on her flushed face, not unlike the one she wore when creating; the surge of attractiveness the vampire felt for her somehow expanded as those driven fingers found their way from her neck to the hollow at her collarbone. She might have let out a gentle, encouraging moan; she wasn't sure, though, as Nyra moved further down.
She squirmed in the bed and realized her thigh was still between Nyra's, but did her best not to move it; plush lips and tentative fingers combined against the mountainous rise of her breasts pulled on the strings of heart and heat. If Nyra touched her even briefly at her molten core, she'd probably explode; the thigh resting there was a unique distraction but it wasn't leaning quite right. Those lips gained confidence as they moved across Connie's skin, taking up her jutting peak between them. Gentle suction when Nyra tugged, as her fingers kneaded; Connie felt like most of her awareness and sensuality was solidified in those two points, waiting for Nyra to bridge them.
Then her lover moved closer, pressing her rounded breasts against her right side. Connie groaned, her eyes closing to slits as firm thigh against her slickness shifted.
Her right arm was veritably trapped against her, the upper esconced in the loving embrace of Nyra's chest, but her hand was free. She felt vaguely naughty as her right hand carefully explored the confines of it's "prison" very near the western woman's groin. As she moved the right unobtrusively, the left came up to entangle itself in Nyra's thick, soft hair, or caress her cheek, or squeeze the skyward shoulder as a particular motion or lavishing kiss sent sparks through her body.
Connie'd never been a particularly vocal lover, but something inside her was saying, "Tell her, she needs to know." She parted her lips with a quiet popping sound as her right hand's knuckles brushed against Nyra's sensible briefs, and whispered huskily, "Fer imitation an' exploration, you sher are doin' a dilly on me an' I'm really enjoyin' that. You don' have to move now," and gasped as Nyra suckled yet again, "but you know there's more of me down lower..."
Her voice trailed off and she straightened one of her fingers against Nyra's heat, just enough to brush against the curve of her pubis... And Connie's eyes shot open as she realized there was no telltale cushion of curlies there. She raised her head just a bit and stared at the top-back-side of Nyra's head, still fixated upon her breast, and rotated her wrist just a little, curling her finger parallel to her smooth, heated surface in a sideways come-hither gesture.
She squirmed in the bed and realized her thigh was still between Nyra's, but did her best not to move it; plush lips and tentative fingers combined against the mountainous rise of her breasts pulled on the strings of heart and heat. If Nyra touched her even briefly at her molten core, she'd probably explode; the thigh resting there was a unique distraction but it wasn't leaning quite right. Those lips gained confidence as they moved across Connie's skin, taking up her jutting peak between them. Gentle suction when Nyra tugged, as her fingers kneaded; Connie felt like most of her awareness and sensuality was solidified in those two points, waiting for Nyra to bridge them.
Then her lover moved closer, pressing her rounded breasts against her right side. Connie groaned, her eyes closing to slits as firm thigh against her slickness shifted.
Her right arm was veritably trapped against her, the upper esconced in the loving embrace of Nyra's chest, but her hand was free. She felt vaguely naughty as her right hand carefully explored the confines of it's "prison" very near the western woman's groin. As she moved the right unobtrusively, the left came up to entangle itself in Nyra's thick, soft hair, or caress her cheek, or squeeze the skyward shoulder as a particular motion or lavishing kiss sent sparks through her body.
Connie'd never been a particularly vocal lover, but something inside her was saying, "Tell her, she needs to know." She parted her lips with a quiet popping sound as her right hand's knuckles brushed against Nyra's sensible briefs, and whispered huskily, "Fer imitation an' exploration, you sher are doin' a dilly on me an' I'm really enjoyin' that. You don' have to move now," and gasped as Nyra suckled yet again, "but you know there's more of me down lower..."
Her voice trailed off and she straightened one of her fingers against Nyra's heat, just enough to brush against the curve of her pubis... And Connie's eyes shot open as she realized there was no telltale cushion of curlies there. She raised her head just a bit and stared at the top-back-side of Nyra's head, still fixated upon her breast, and rotated her wrist just a little, curling her finger parallel to her smooth, heated surface in a sideways come-hither gesture.