Physical Soothing

We crashed together, my hand tangled in her hair, our lips melding together. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip a moment sending a thrill down my spine, then her tongue was dancing along my tusks and diving into my mouth to wrestle with mine.

My other hand slid around her waist and down her spine, softly gliding along until it reached the firm flesh of her buttocks. I gripped her backside firmly and felt more than heard her moaning response. Lifting her bodily I held her against me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck.

Dowsabel’s feet seemed to slip to my sides, her knees still firmly clamped around me. Then with a dexterity that made me start with surprise she hooked her toes into my loincloth and pulled it loose. I stood bare naked with Dowsabel clutched to my body, her hips grinding my phallus between us. One of her hands came to down to my chest, her fingernails dragging around my pec, one fingernail tracing my nipple.

There was a burning sensation in my rocks that spread to my gut and throughout my body. I was exchanging kisses with Dowsabel with ever growing fury, nipping at each other’s lips and trying to devour each other’s tongues. The scent of her sex was growing stronger in the air. I breathed it deeply with each breathe, the intoxicating perfume making my tumescence throb with anticipation. I kneaded the cheek of her buttocks as i edged my hand closer to the cleft of her backside. Then I felt it - the slick, warm lips of her quim. She hummed against my mouth as my finger stroked her lips. With two fingers I started stroking up and down along both lips. Dowsabel gasped as my fore and middle fingers speared into her depths, molten and grasping.

Dowsabel broke our kiss with a gasp. I recaptured her lips with mine as I began working my fingers vigorously inside her, jostling her whole body up and down as I did so. In response she ground herself more forcefully against me, my phallus trapped between my belly and sodden quim, my rocks brushing my hand occasionally. Dowsabel broke our kiss again to let out a brief squeal before sinking her teeth into the base of my neck. Her body shook as tremors tore through her. Her quim convulsed around my fingers, grasping and releasing.

Gradually I felt her jaw slacken and body relax as her orgasm subsided. She took a few moments to catch her breathe, and I felt her legs begin to tighten around me. Then Dowsabel looked up, into my eyes. There was ferocity in those red orbs, afire with need and lust and primal joy. Without a word, she took the hem of her shift in her hands. Holding herself up with only her coiled legs, she swiftly drew the garment off over her head and let it drop before placing her hands on either side of my face. Once more we locked eyes.

Dowsabel glanced down at herself and cooed, “yours.”