Shamira heard the challenge. If tonight wasn’t going to be about submitting to this woman’s will, then she would have to make some moves of her own. So she turned around and ripped the shirt in half. “Oops.”
Clara grinned. “I’ve got more.”
Shamira felt her hands running up Clara’s sides, but her eyes never left those of her lover-to-be’s. Then her hand found those soft, warm, wonderful breasts, and she squeezed them gently and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Clara closed her eyes and moaned happily, and responded by cupping the massive globes attached to Shamira’s chest, squeezing them like a child with Playdough.
“So do I smell alright now?”
“Hmm, let me check.” Clara leaned in until hands were pushed aside and bodies were pressed together. Her hand reached around and felt that tight ass again while she sniffed the side of Shamira’s neck. “Smells pretty,” she paused to kiss her lover’s neck, “damn good.”
Shamira turned her face until Clara looked at her. She licked her lips, then planted the beginnings of a kiss on that wonderful woman’s lips. And when Clara’s tongue slipped into Shamira’s mouth and they were pressed tightly together, then everything that had gone wrong in the last few days was forgotten. Clara’s kisses were just that damn amazing.
Hands started to wander on both sides of the session, with Shamira’s hand seeking the small of Clara’s back and her ass while Clara’s hands were on shoulder and breast respectively. Then Shamira started kissing her way down Clara’s neck to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her breasts, from her breasts to her belly button. Then it was on to the promised land.
Kneeling, she looked up at Clara, water cascading down that light brown skin and past Shamira’s active lips. She pulled down Clara’s wet thong, then planted a long, slow kiss on the patch of skin just above paradise. Shamira liked this on her knees in front of someone like this. With the outsides of her hands, she slowly pushed Clara’s legs apart, the pressed her face into that delicious sex.
Clara chewed on her bottom lip and placed her hand on top of Shamira’s head. She wanted to just grab the girl’s head and grind that face against her pussy, but she was going to let the other woman dictate the pace this time. She wanted to see how far Shamira would go, and where Shamira would go.
Shamira extended her tongue, pushing it into Clara’s slot and savoring. She didn’t go straight for the clit, since she knew that Clara liked it when she played around first. How much she had learned from that one session. She thrust a finger up into that wet box, curling it slowly as she caressed the inner labia with her kisses and her tongue.
Clara lifted one leg and placed her knee on Shamira’s shoulder, giving the woman before her better access, and damn was she making use of it. The girl had paid attention during their time together. ‘And I’ll teach her more tonight,’ Clara thought as that strong tongue penetrated deeper into her quim. ‘So much more.’ She allowed herself to press her sex harder against Shamira’s face, and the woman responded with increased activity and verve. ‘Just learn to accept this and accept yourself,’ Clara thought, ‘and you’ll be even more magnificent.’
The muscular woman decided to utilize a second finger, exploring Clara’s insides while her lips attached themselves at last to the clit. Using her fingers like pistons, she worked quickly but methodically, and her tongue lashed her lover’s nub over and over, then slowly lessened the assault, letting her tongue slip inside that warm cleft with her fingers.
“Don’t stop, you mean little bitch,” Clara growled, letting humor show in her voice.
Shamira responded with another quick oral blitzkrieg on that sensitive spot, and she quickly had Clara experiencing all the shivers and explosion of internal warmth that were associated with sweet, sweet release.
Clara just grinned happily, placed her hands on the sides of Shamira’s face and pulled her up to her feet and into another kiss. “You taste like me,” she whispered.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You . . . me . . . bed . . . soon.”
“Yes ma’am.”
They toweled each other off in record speed, Clara doing as much with Shamira’s massive amounts of hair as she could in the short amount of time she was willing to spend. The she jumped into the larger woman’s arms, wrapped her legs around that toned waist and kept their lips locked in some form or another until they fell unceremoniously onto Shamira’s big bed.
“This is more like it,” Clara muttered as they crawled into the middle of the bed. With Shamira on bottom, Clara flipped around until her breasts were hanging over her lover’s face and Shamira’s firm tits were pointed right up at her. She grabbed those 38DD tits with her hands, squeezing them and forcing the nipples into her mouth.
Shamira responded, but her caresses were much gentler and softer. Those hands that could break a vampire in half seemed to slide over Clara’s body, and she nursed at the Native American’s much smaller breasts as if she didn’t have a care in the world. It was kind of infuriating, so she pressed her tits hard against Shamira’s mouth, which at least got the girl to use her teeth a little. A few love bites on the nipples later, and things were just as they should be.
Clara made the next move, moving her kisses down that sculpted abdomen as she crawled southward, achieving a more traditional sixty-nine and burying her head between those thighs. She never went down on her submissive, but Shamira was her own woman tonight. All bets were off, and Clara was finally able to give that big, delicious clit all the attention that it so richly deserved. She passed her tongue directly over the nub and licked a swathe down the slot, then took the fleshy inner labia into her mouth and sucked away.
It was the muscular woman’s desire to meet her mentor’s actions lick for lick and suck for suck, but Clara was putting on a clinic. She was reduced to a slobbering amateur within seconds, or so it seemed.
‘Get . . . head . . . back in game,’ she thought, then she chuckled at her use of the word “head.” Clara was an artist, so Shamira just needed to learn from her. She kept her mouth moving, but paid attention to her lover’s tricks, finding places to put her tongue, teeth, and lips, as well as ways to move them. She nuzzled Clara’s clit with her chin while her tongue and lips were deeply embedded in the woman’s pleasure box.
Clara was much impressed by Shamira’s learning curve. ‘I’ll make her an oral master yet. Well, not as good as me.’ She placed her mouth in a wide circle around Shamira’s large nub and drew her lips slowly inward until the clit was in her mouth, and she sucked at it, gentle at first but increasing the pressure slowly but surely.
Shamira caught herself in the act of asking permission to cum. She didn’t need to do that here, not that she really minded. It was almost mind-numbing how Clara kept her mouth moving as Shamira climaxed, lapping up the wetness that came pouring out. Clara thought she would drown, if she really had any need for air anymore. Her hands gripped Shamira’s ass tightly and just held the woman’s crotch to her face, licking and nuzzling that sweet sex as it recovered.
“Oh God,” Shamira muttered, then licked Clara’s pussy. “How –” Her brain wasn’t back online after orgasm.
“Lots and lots of practice,” Clara said, running her tongue between her lover’s folds. “You are so fucking sexy,” she continued, kissing her way around the mound.
The two women remained locked in this position probing, exploring, and making each other cum one more time each.
“Time for toys,” Clara said at last, her face glistening and slick with juices. She spun around until she was lying on top of her friend, reveling in Shamira’s content expression before kissing her again. It was a long, slow meeting of lips and tongues, mixing each other’s juices and just enjoying their closeness. ‘Why does kissing her get me going like this?’ she thought. Strangely, it was the same thing that Shamira was thinking.
“Toys?”
Clara reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a bag that Shamira didn’t remember being there when she’d left to fight the ants.
“You really were being presumptuous, weren’t you?” she asked.
“Sweetheart,” Clara replied, “after the day we spent on the couch, I knew you were a sure thing.”
“You make me sound so cheap.”
“Cheap is fine with me. Hey, if you ever want to dress up like a hooker –” Clara stopped when she saw a bizarre look of longing flash across Shamira’s face. “You do, don’t you? I don’t remember seeing that one on the list!”
“I . . . I never really thought about it until you mentioned it.”
Clara grinned and pulled a double-ended, bright pink dildo. “Lie back,” she said, pushing Shamira’s legs apart and working the head of the device into the girl’s body. She went slowly, because Shamira was nice and tight. ‘Every time I fist her, it’ll be like the first time all over again,’ she thought with a smile. ‘Especially if she’s lucky.’
Just the thought of this magnificent creature cumming until she passed out got Clara’s blood boiling. She pushed half of the dildo into Shamira’s body, turned around and eased the other end into herself until their pussies were touching. Then Clara started to bounce a little, withdrawing and then pushing back, letting her full pussy rub up against her lover’s.