“These too?” Stacie asked, running her thumbs beneath her waistband. Is she teasing me now? Well, I guess I deserve that.
Instead of panties, Stacie was wearing boyish looking boxers. Of course, they’re perfect for her. Now that I’ve seen her in those, I don’t think I could imagine her wearing girlish underwear. It would look wrong. Stacie’s boyish hips and flat stomach made her feel self-conscious about her own less than slim body. Maria knew she was all soft curves and deep valleys, with breasts she could only describe as more than a handful, with dusky areola’s and even darker nipples that begged to be drawn into a demanding mouth or worked between talented fingertips. Stacie reminded her of sandstone mesas, all edges, tall and climbing fearlessly towards the sky. That was, until you studied her facial expression and the look in her eyes. Heavy lidded, speculative, her lips parted just enough to hint at the heat of passionate kisses waiting there…she was a dry summer storm full of heat and wind and ball lightning that primed your soul to the point you didn’t care about the inevitable roll of thunder due to follow.
“Yes, please.” It was Maria’s turn to lose command of her voice. How could she speak intelligently when it felt like every bit of her intellect was busy cataloguing every spot on the other woman’s body that she wanted to taste with her lips? Her thoughts kept fast forwarding to the moment when they would touch, when she could feel the heat of the other woman’s skin and breathe in her scent. She wanted to keep her eyes open and memorize the contrast between them, light and dark, day and night…and bury herself in the experience of making love to someone new. She knew it wouldn’t be the last time they would experience this, but it would never be like this time—the first time. Mapping and exploring new routes, learning the language of every moan and cry, tasting new fruits and licking the juices off of her chin, that was what now all was about.
When Stacie came to her, she seemed shy, as if she was uncomfortable with being naked under the wide expanse of the sky above them. That shyness melted away when they touched again. Without anything between them, she reveled in their differences. Bronze against pink, dark against pale, slim and wiry against soft and round. Even tangled together, their limbs found their proper places to be, fitting to each other as easily as two matching puzzle pieces. When Stacie rose above her with eyes dark with emotion and desire, she didn’t so much as blot out the sun above her as eclipse it. Blonde strands glowed around her, haloing her head and shoulders. When she dipped her head down, the sun blinded Maria and left her at the mercy of her other senses. Teasing lips grazed across already overly sensitized nipples.
She moaned and arched her back into the sensation, pushing against the hard, blanket covered stone, and guiding Stacie’s head with her fingertips. She needed more and Stacie obliged, drawing her into her mouth and sucking gently. A firm tongue ran along the pebbled flesh, then lashed out in firm strokes. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, making the base of her skull tingle. It took command of her arousal, concentrated the almost unbearable pleasure, and then sent it racing down her body. Her clit jumped, new moisture pooling between her thighs that had nothing to do with their earlier swim. Slick and hot, her pulse beat there, fast and hard and swollen with arousal. She moved her legs apart, hoping to ease the desperate need growing there, but that only opened her up to the subtle caress of the breeze circling inside the hidden canyon. She moaned again, her eyelids fluttering against the sun augmented afterimages searing through her brain. She was on fire, she was fire—and when gentle fingers teased past dark, curling hairs to slip along wet folds, the heat inside her exploded.
“Maria!” Stacie gasped.
She was lost in the rhythm of Stacie’s fingers, in the feel of her lips on hers, marking a trail along her skin as she tasted her breast, her neck, her lips. Maria’s hands wandered. When she cupped Stacie’s breasts, the other woman moaned, and her hips started to move restlessly against her. When she captured her nipples between relentless fingertips, Stacie’s rhythm faltered. She tucked her head in the crook of Maria’s neck. Hot breath, ragged and breathless, blew against her pulse line and made her shiver.
“I can’t concentrate when you do that,” Stacie gasped. She captured Maria’s wrist and leaned in for another kiss while she kept her fingers busy distracting her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. But now? Now, I need to feel you.”
“Yes!” Maria hissed, lifting her hips up to meet Stacie’s fingers. That unexpectedly drew her in deeper and she felt Stacie stiffen, then bow into her until her hand was trapped between them.
“Christ, Maria. You feel so damn good.”
Stacie wiggled her fingers, making more room for her to move. She whimpered at the sensation, then cried out again when Stacie pulled back and plunged into her again, this time filling her completely. She clutched at the air, then her hands found the woven fabric beneath her and she clung to that. Her hips moved in time with Stacie’s thrusts, pushing herself onto Stacie’s hand and grinding against her palm at the same time. She
