by
Cello Hammond
_____You come into the room, your cotton robe slightly open. You have just left the shower and your Chestnut skin is moist, your hair damp. You pause at the door, leaning against the frame and your lavender scent reaches me before you do. I feel the warmth of your eyes and we look at each other as if it is for the first time. Your eyes reach for me without you ever speaking a word. You continue walking toward me, slowly. I lean to meet your lips. I pull you to me, feel your warm body against mine. You kiss me gently, knowingly. I slip one hand under your robe, searching, bringing your breast to my mouth, circle your dark nipples with the tip of my tongue.
_____“Baby,” you moan.
_____ “What...what you want?” I ask you while weaving my legs around yours. I feel the hot wetness between your thighs. You kiss me deeply, press your hips up against mine. You are much older than me, much wiser. You know what it is that you want.
_____“Mine,” you muffle in the deep hollow of my neck, “Sweet mine.” You pull my hands over my head, hold them there firmly. I inhale deeply. You suck my lips, tongue, breath, until I began to squirm beneath you.
_____“Still, baby, still,” you whisper to me.
_____ My chest rises, falls, and I feel your nipples on mine. You hold me firmly, lovingly and stare into my eyes until I began to squirm again. You release one of my hands and I feel your other hand slide over my nipples, squease. “My sweet, black Nubian Queen,” you say, “My sweet golden rum.”
_____“Please,” I say.
_____“Tell me what you want,” nibbling at my lobe.
_____“No.”
_____“Tell me.”
_____“Nnnnn...ooooo.....”
_____“I feel your hand, hot, moving again, down my waist, over my hip and then under it. You cup my ass tightly. I gasp. I feel the heat between my legs, rising to the center of me. “Please,” I beg.
_____“Tell me,” you say.
_____“No,” I whimper.
_____“You slide your knee between my thighs, up high until you feel my wetness. “Oh yes,” you say while pushing my legs wide apart. “Love, you, love you,” you whisper over and over.
_____You let go of my hands and begin to lower yourself. “This is mine.”
_____You kiss my belly, slip your tongue in my navel and swirl it until I cry out.
_____ I run my fingers through your hair, clinch tightly and moan.
_____You say once more, “Tell me what you want.”
_____“Please.”
_____“Tell me, tell me,” you say over and over while going lower. My back arches deeply, and I bite my lower lip.
_____“Is this mine?” You ask me.
_____“Yes, yes.”
_____“Tell me then, tell me what you want, sugar.”
_____“I want....”
_____“Yes?”
_____“Open up for me, baby,” you tell me confidently, hungrily.
_____My legs fall apart wider, obediently to your voice, touch. I moan from the deepness of my belly. I am wet, through and through.
_____You rub my swollen clit with your chin, “Oh yes,” you say with a promising tone. “Gonna eat you like a Hershey’s Kiss that’s been sitting in July sunlight all day, let you melt in my mouth, swallow.”
_____I try to untangle from your grip, but before I can you mumble something in Spanish, and nestle your face in my soft moist plush. My thighs tremble.
_____“Umhm, umhm, my sweet, sweet, mmm.” You take me with your tongue, dipping deep, thrusting in and out with fire. I move with you, rocking with your rhythm. You cry out, “Tell me! Tell me, baby!”
_____My heels dig a groove into the satin sheets. I feel you flick my clit with the tip of your tongue, then suck it like it is the last drop of water. I feel my inner walls fluttering, giving everything that I have. I feel it happening. I whimper in awe and pleasure. I feel it, feel you sucking it to you, bringing me to you. “Tell me,” you whisper between my hot wet lips. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, baby.” You are older and know what you want.
_____ I am younger and knew what I wanted the moment you looked into my eyes. I feel you pulsating inside of me, your tongue, your love, your passion. I feel it happening . . . warm. I come to you, completely. I come between your lips, spill my nectar into you, give you a part of me. I come soft as butterflies ridding on the tips of grass blades on a summer breeze, and hard as thunder shaking the ground beneath us.
_____“Tell me,” you hold me close as the skin on my body.
_____ I have told you many times before, but you must hear it now and many times after. And so I tell you now and in the morning, and years to come. “I need, want, love you.” You smile, sink into me.
_____I say, and then smile, “I am yours, completely.”
_____You lay your head on my belly, full, content, and we fall into a sweet slumber.

THE END

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