I’m butch, she’s femme. We were cuddling in bed (naked) this morning when she asked me to roll over so that she could kiss my back. I, obviously, complied. She straddled my ass then leaned over, pressing her chest against me. She started at the nape of my neck and slowly made her way down to my shoulders. As she continued kissing my upper back, I felt her hands gently grab my waist. I found myself arching my back a little, which she responded to by grabbing harder. God, I love her hands.
“Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you,” she said. I could tell she was smiling.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I said, half-muffled by the pillow against my face.
“Mm… It looks like you’re doing a good job of listening,” she dragged her fingers lightly over my ass and down the back of my thighs. I shivered and muttered a short, “Thanks.”
She kissed my lower back. Slowly.
“You look so pretty under me like this,” she said. I felt her wetness of her tongue against the base of my spine. I was starting to unconsciously move my hips against the bed. I could feel her grind on my ass.
“Can I turn over, love? I wanna see your face,” I asked.
She raised herself up slightly to give me room to roll.
Once I was well adjusted, my hands were on her immediately, stroking her back, her hips, her shoulders. She leaned down to kiss me, her lips impossibly soft. Her tongue brushed against mine, and I felt her breath catch.
“Where am I allowed to touch you?” I asked quietly, tracing her ear with one finger.
She kissed me again, harder. Feeling her breath all hot and heavy made my hands ache. I wanted to please her. I would’ve done anything she asked in that moment. She kissed my hand, locking eyes with me.
“Touch yourself,” she said.
How could I say no to that? I moved my hand down between my legs. I knew I was already soaking wet for her, but couldn’t help but moan when my finger slid so easily against my pussy.
“Fuck, baby you make me feel drunk,” I groaned, “Don’t you want a taste?”
“Yes. I do,” she said, a little quickly. I felt a bit smug about her eagerness. I raised my hand to her lips, and she began to suck my wet fingers.
“You taste so fucking good,” she whispered.
With one hand, I tugged her head down for another kiss. With the other, I continued to rub myself.
I whimpered against her lips before pulling her hair, which made her moan and press harder down onto me with her whole body. I felt her nipples harden against my chest as she rocked back and forth.
She rested her hand lightly against my neck before leaning in.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” she said, smiling, “You really like showing off for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I was breathing heavily now as I teased my clit, “I love it when you watch me like this.”
She kissed my forehead, the tenderness of which made her next words travel straight between my legs–
“I know you want my tongue on you right now, my love, but I think you’re doing just fine fucking yourself right now… and besides…”
She took my free hand, raised it to her mouth, and smiled, “Fingers can be very sensitive, yknow. Just imagine.” She parted her lips and gently licked along the length of my index finger before circling her tongue around the tip. She began to suck. My hand on my clit quickened as I moaned. Her tongue. Fuck. I love her sweet mouth on me.
I moaned her name. Repeatedly. She kissed my neck and whispered, “Mine.”
“Yours,” I answered, hips grinding, “This pussy is yours.”
“My pretty baby… you look so cute all flustered like this.” She lightly bit my ear lobe before licking around the shell of my ear.
“I love you,” I said, “I’m so close. I love you so much.” My fingers curled inside of me, my palm bumping against my clit.
“I love you too,” she said as she kissed my cheek, her hand on my neck.
I gasped as I came underneath her. My thighs shook, my hips bucked. Her name fell from my lips, breathless. She kissed me gently and caressed the hand between my legs.
“Thank you, my love,” she said before trailing kisses down my neck and to my chest. I held her close to me, feeling warm and deeply satisfied. I kissed the top of her head.
“Your turn?” I asked, grinning.
NSFW: yes
