Lips Burrow Deep

The door closes behind them with a sonorous clack, heightening the rush of anticipation. Caught up in their intoxicating kisses that leave Anna feeling drunk, they stumble against one another, laughing into each other’s mouths as they unhook, unbutton, and untie the layers of stifling clothing that keeps them apart.

They fall into bed, she in her chemise and Hester in her shirt, their giggles quickly turning into soft, pleasured moans and hums between them.

“Oh, darling,” Hester sighs between lustful kisses, “your lips are far sweeter than I dreamed.”

Anna’s jaw drops when Hester’s mouth leaves a wet trail over her cheek and down their throat, nipping and licking as she went. “You dreamed of me?”

Peering up, Hester hovers over her, strands of long, red curls hanging loose like a curtain around them. “I have dreamt of you always, even before I knew you.” With that, she smiles, so tender and affectionate, before lowering for a simple peck that makes Anna’s heart melt.

Things take an unhurried, leisurely turn after that. Hester grins as her nimble fingers undo the tie at the base of Anna’s throat, warm hand slipping beneath the fabric to palm at her breast. It’s a torturous yet tender touch that has her nerve endings firing.

“Is this very wicked,” Anna asks a bit hesitant, all while her hand covers Hester’s, pleading without words, for more.

Hester raises a perfectly shaped brow, feigning a coy shamefulness. “So very wicked, Miss Smith. I should think even more than ****.”

It makes Anna laugh, Hester’s levity giving her courage. Gently, she rolls them so she lies half over her, greatly enjoying the feel of her solid body under her own.

“I want to taste you,” Anna announces in a whispered, trembling voice. “I want to make you feel good.” Hester’s eyes become fire, burning Anna with her gaze. “Will you show me how?”

“I’d like nothing better.”

She sits up, pulling the long shirt from her body, mussing her frazzled hair even more. She’s stunning, reminding Anna of the tale about the fierce warrior woman, Boudicca. Now she shall never be able to read that story without picturing Hester’s wild curls and girlish smile.

Her eyes trail across Hester’s body as she makes herself more comfortable. The milky, smooth expanse of her back, the nobs of her spine sliding under her skin as she moves. The curved width of her hips giving way to luscious thighs Anna wishes to nip, leaving marks to show where she’s been.

Hester holds out a hand, beckoning Anna closer with a beautiful smile, and she crawls to her, dipping to kiss her rosy mouth, tenderly sucking the bottom lip between her own. Hester’s face is warm against Anna’s, hot like a furnace and only becoming hotter.

Hester captures Anna’s hand, sliding it across her jaw and down the column of her throat, Anna’s fingertips tingling with every inch of naked skin she touches, till finally it rests in the valley between Hester’s breasts. With wonder, she palms the pliant flesh, massaging and kneading it gently. A spark flashes between her legs every time her thumb swipes across the pebbled nipple, aching to feel it between her lips.

She lowers her head, eyes on Hester’s as she swirls her tongue around it, loving the feel of it stiffening the more she plays with it.

Her head feels lighter as Hester releases her hair from its chignon, running her slight fingers through the silken, chocolate strands, scratching her nails across Anna’s scalp while she continues exploring Hester’s body.

Anna’s mouth skirts here and there, leaving sloppy kisses and red scrapes from her teeth, her heart thrumming harder between her legs with every sound Hester makes. She finds her navel, nipping at the soft skin just beneath it.

Hester giggles. “You do like to bite, don’t you?”

“I told you I wanted to taste you,” Anna says, words coming out breathless. “I meant it.”

Hester’s eyes turn dark - wanting - and she pushes leisurely off the headboard, finger beneath Anna’s chin to pull her closer. “Then show me.”

Anna swallows around the arousal that’s clogged her throat, watching Hester lie back once again before slouching down the bed a bit, knees parting invitingly. Anna wants nothing more than to delve into the thatch of dark hair, neat and trimmed, yet surely hiding treasures worth more than gold.

But memories of her time with Robert come unbidden into her mind. She remembers the feel of him as he slowly made his way to her **** center, torturous and mean, making her whine with frustration for relief - for his touch.

She wants to do the same with Hester, taking her time and inching her way down and across trembling thighs. The musky scent of her is heady and overwhelming, invading Anna’s every pore, pulling her in deeper and making her grow bolder.

With a gentle stroke, Anna runs her fingers over Hester’s center, curious and tentative, Hester’s hips rising and rotating languidly, as if beckoning Anna closer. She has **** but to heed it.

She uses her thumbs to spread apart Hester’s folds, marveling at the true beauty of a woman. The fact that it’s this woman though, makes her blood run hot through her veins. Nose nestled against her, Anna blows lightly, cool air making Hester’s hips jerk as Anna watches in fascination as her muscles contract, her wetness glistening in the light. It makes her mouth water.

“Oh, your a tease,” Hester groans with mock disappointment, eyes closed as she pets Anna’s head. “I’ll pay you back later, love.”

“What do you call it,” Anna asks with a naivety she hopes Hester doesn’t hear, before experimentally sucking on a fleshy outer lip.

Hester lets out a long gust of breath, heel settling against Anna’s back. “Cunt, love. It’s called a cunt.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Anna flattens her tongue, lapping up in a hard, heavy stroke against Hester’s weeping slit. Her hips tilt towards Anna’s, and she can’t stop herself from reveling in another taste of this warm blend of copper and salt, letting it coat her mouth.

“I like the taste of your cunt,” she mumbles into Hester’s flesh, not even sure if the other woman hears her. But Hester’s broken sighs and soft mewling has Anna’s own cunt sopping and crying out for attention.

She continues licking with her eyes closed, just enjoying the taste and smell and presence of Hester sinking into her very core. Until she feels fingers beside her nose, circling furiously. Looking up, Hester’s head is laid back, breathing harsh as her chest and neck beginning turning a beautiful shade of pink.

“What are doing?”

Hester grunts, legs quivering. “It feels good,” she explains, words stuttering out between whimpers. Her other hand glides tenderly behind Anna’s head, pulling her closer. That’s all Anna needs to understand, listing forward to take this magical little nub in her mouth.

Anna’s eyes flick up in amazement as Hester disintegrates beneath her, her responses changing from vocal to physical. Her fingers fist in Anna’s hair with one hand, and claw at the sheets with the other. Her throat is bared as her body undulates in a primal dance, breasts shuddering. It’s mesmerizing, and it spurs Anna on, sucking harder while she caresses the opening of Hester’s slick cunt.

Anna loves the way her smoky voice deepens to a near baritone when she suddenly grunts, a sheen of sweat glistening across her body as she tugs Anna closer, till all Anna can do is suck open-mouthed as Hester grinds and ruts against her face with abandon.

And then she breaks, strangely silent, but no less provocative, mouth open wide and body tight as she clings to Anna.

When finally Hester loosens her hold, Anna rests her forehead on her stomach, trying to catch her breath as Hester does the same. It’s beautifully intimate, Hester’s thighs warm around Anna as she combs mindlessly through Anna’s hair.

Anna peeks up, only to see Hester looking down, a face of serene calm and relief. “Come up here with me,” she purrs, lips quirking up at Anna in that lopsided grin that all Hester’s.

The bed dips as she crawls up, allowing Hester to press her head on her sweaty chest, fingers smoothing contentedly down Anna’s hair once she does. She hears the beat of Hester’s heart under her ear, each thump mirroring her own, and while she counts them she doesn’t notice as her world begins to drift away until she’s fast asleep.