Best Women's Erotica(54)
In one smooth movement he lifts me, turns me and sits me down on his cock. I’m so wet that he slides right inside me. For a moment I can’t move, so overwhelmed with that feeling of being filled, of my cunt stretching deliciously around him, of the tip of his cock pressing against just the right spot. He strokes his hand down the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades to the small of my back, and by the time he gets there I’ve started to move on him, rocking my body so I can feel him moving inside me. We’re both gasping, calling out names and words, deaf to everything except the movement of our bodies together.
Stars flash behind my eyes and the whole world shrinks to the size of our bed: his body, my body, and everything else is darkness. Orgasm explodes inside me, pressing the breath from my lungs and a shout from my throat. He holds me tight and comes inside me, the rhythmic throbbing setting off smaller orgasms in me. We shudder to the end of these feelings, scattering kisses. Then we lie back in bed, curled as close as clams on rocks and listen to the shush of the ocean.
OPPORTUNITY
Cynthia Hamilton
“Never?”
It was one of those unexpected natural lulls in conversation, and Anne’s outburst carried clear across the bustling dining room. She leaned forward, cradling her beer in her hands like she was protecting it from the news and lowered her voice. “You’ve really never been with a guy?”
Lin cringed and slid down an inch in her seat, cheeks burning with what she hoped wasn’t too obvious a blush. She lifted her glass to her lips, hiding behind a cooling sip. Anne wasn’t one to back down, especially with a few in her, and the rest of her friends were watching her expectantly, too. She drained the last of her glass slowly, but soon there was no more wine to stall her reply. She glanced longingly toward the bottle but didn’t reach for it. Clearly, I’ve had too much already, she thought.
Celia’s hand, hidden by the tablecloth, slid over her thigh and gave her a steadying squeeze. “Hey, Anne. I hear you’re moving in with Kate. When’s the big day?”
Lin pulled her long, black hair into a ponytail, watching Celia’s reflection come up behind hers in the bedroom mirror and slip gentle arms around her waist, snuggling close. Physically, they were a study in contrast, with Lin’s slender frame and delicate Asian features set against Celia’s tumble of bottle-red curls and generous curves, but that only made them a more striking couple. Lin secretly loved the way they turned heads wherever they went.
Celia nudged the strap of Lin’s tank top down her arm and traced lazy kisses up her smooth shoulder. In the mirror, Lin watched her nipples harden to obvious peaks under the clingy gray fabric. She leaned back, tilting her head to offer up the side of her throat.
“Thanks for the rescue at dinner,” she murmured, reaching back to Celia’s hip with her reflection as a guide. The mirror only disoriented her; when she lifted her gaze back to Celia’s lips, her fingers found skin instantly by feel.
Celia laughed quietly against her neck. “The look on Anne’s face…” Her hands slipped up under the stretchy top, cupping Lin’s modest breasts and kneading them until a moan rewarded her. Applying a bit of pressure at one, she turned the smaller woman toward the bed. They crossed the short distance together.
Under the soft, clean sheets, with the lights out, they found each other again with a lingering kiss. Lin hooked Celia’s leg with hers to pull it smoothly between her thighs. The motion was practiced and graceful; a comfortable, familiar fit. “You seemed a little surprised, too.”
Celia nudged the top up and closed her hand around Lin’s breast again, pressing two fingers around her nipple and scissoring them with subtle shifts. “Well, it’s just…we’ve never talked about it, but I figured you’d have experimented in college or something. Dated in high school before you came out…” She closed her fingers in a gradual pinch around the aroused peak until Lin gasped and her hips squirmed. Then she added, “I don’t mind that you didn’t, you know.”
Lin mirrored the movement, curving her palm to Celia’s heavy breast and kneading in supple retaliation. She rocked herself lightly against the leg she’d captured. “My parents didn’t let any of us date, and then I went away to an all-girls’ college. My first date was with a woman. Men just…weren’t even in the picture.” She slid her hand downward, following Celia’s naked curves to her hip.
Celia squirmed her thigh more firmly between Lin’s legs, pressing with a slow rhythm that matched the gentle knead of her hand. “Ever been curious? It’s okay if you haven’t. Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean that I think everyone has to be.”