The girl I talked about in my last post (Goddess) and I have been talking extremely frequently. She is a wonder of the world and I’m consistently left wondering why she wants to be a part of mine. We’ve been speaking or seeing each other every single day since we met. After we met, we spent the next 4 days straight together. Then I had to go on vacation and we texted the entire time (5 days) I was gone.
She is insanely raw, compassionate, and she shows up unconditionally for the people that she cares about. Her sense of humor is absolutely wicked and she makes witty commentary that leaves me speechless sometimes. She is ridiculously beautiful in a way that causes me to constantly think about her, or her skin, or the curve of her thigh, or the way that she sighs…
We can talk about anything and everything. Past regrets, love, trauma, family, death, joy, insignificant favorites, sex, pets, food, and the list goes on and on and on. Legitimately, nothing is off of the table. I have never felt so safe and like I could be so open with someone so quickly. I find myself bringing MYSELF to every single conversation and being happy that I showed up.
Running my fingers across her skin legitimately feels like spontaneously combusting from the inside. It feels like a really soft, warm weight on my chest in the best way. It makes my hands feel like they’re about to catch fire; scalding and tingly. She makes my heart race and my breath gets caught in my throat.
Last night, I came back into town from being on my trip. Goddess and I had coordinated seeing each other and she decided that she wanted to come hang out at my house. I had mentioned to her that I had bug bites, and a sunburn so she brought me my favorite snack, a tube of cortizone and some face masks to help with dry skin. Upon her arrival, I immediately kissed her and let her know how much I’d missed her.
We then ended up going to cuddle in my room and decided to watch scary movies. During the movies, we were kissing constantly and were tangled up in each other’s arms. After a few hours of that, Goddess fell asleep. I let her sleep because we had been staying up texting nights in a row previously, so I assumed she was exhausted.
My assumption was wrong, because at one point she rolled over and began kissing me. Hard. Like started out kissing me with her lips slightly open and then it turned into her tongue completely in my mouth. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. She continued to kiss me deeply. I ran my hands up and down her sides and across her hips. I pulled her hair a little bit and put my hand around her throat as she kissed me. I wish that I could describe in words what having her on top of me felt like. It’s a feeling that I’m going to have to just hold onto mentally, because nothing even compares.
I was kind of caught off guard by this interaction, as I was expecting her to go to sleep. But as usual, horniness became the front seat driver. I laid her down on her back, pinned her to the bed, and began kissing down her neck. Shortly after that, I commanded that she take her clothes off. (We had spoken about it and she consented to being told what to do previously.) I attempted to talk dirty to her but upon seeing her naked, all that kept coming out of my mouth was, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Everything about her was perfect, from the width of her hips to the arch in her back, to the way her hair fell down against her perfect tits, to the little mole next to her belly button, to the shape of her vagina. And on top of all of that, she was quite possibly the most beautiful person I’d ever met on the inside, too.
After admiring her for a moment, I touched her pussy to see how wet she was. She was absolutely soaked. I rubbed her clit softly and then got harder and harder. She moaned my name. She put her hand around my throat and bit me, leaving hickies all over my chest. I kissed, bit, and sucked my way down her chest. I asked if I could eat her out. She said, “You can do whatever you want.”
Previously, she had mentioned that she had trouble orgasming and had just accepted the fact that she wasn’t going to receive gratification from sex. I decided that was unacceptable, and made it my fucking mission to make her cum. I started off by slowly and lightly stroking my tongue across her clit. Then I built up speed and intensity. She moaned my name and squirmed as I licked her. Her pussy tasted absolutely amazing.
I alternated between sucking on her clit and licking it in small circles. Toward the end of the session, she was screaming for me, telling me that she was going to cum. It took me longer than I would have liked to make her cum, (just means I need to practice more) but eventually she did. When she did, holy fuck. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. She screamed my name, giggled, and basically convulsed in pleasure. I made my way back up to kiss her and she grabbed me and put her tongue in my mouth. I was still covered in her cum, and I thought it was so fucking sexy.
After that, I laid and held her while she stayed naked, just still amazed that this ethereal being wanted to remain in MY bed. She was short of breath, and told me, “I really, really like you.” I let her know that the feeling was mutual. We then proceeded to cuddle and talk for a few hours and then she went home. I didn’t mind that she didn’t get me off. Honestly, I don’t mind if she never does. Watching her orgasm was an experience unlike any other. Merely existing in the same space as her and being in her presence is a privilege.
~CC
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