Formalising the arrangement – Part 2

I’m not sure if she’d noticed I hadn’t put my bra back on after the shower at the gym, but she smiled as she looked at my breasts. She leaned in again and kissed me, but before I could respond, she moved to my neck and kept going. Reaching my breasts, she placed kisses all around my nipples.
I gasped as she took a nipple between her teeth and squeezed. I hadn’t been expecting it. She chuckled, her hand cupping my breast, bringing the nipple to her mouth again. I let the wall support me, as she sucked it hard, occasionally flicking it with her tongue. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards me. Her face met the softness of my breast, and she just had time to open her mouth wide, enclosing the whole aureole.
I pulled until she was squashed against me, held her there, before letting her go. She moved across to play with the other breast. As she did so, one hand moved around my back. I arched it away from the wall, and she ran her fingers up and down my spine. After a few tingling passes, her hand carried on over my bum. Stroking one cheek, then the other.
I saw her head drop, as she crouched in front of me. She didn’t lose contact with my skin. Her mouth continued to kiss my tummy as she went; both hands now on my bum. As her kisses got closer to my briefs, her fingers slipped into the waist, and slowly eased them over my hips, and let them fall to the ground. Her hands returning to my naked bum, gently squeezing, and pulling me towards her. I tensed in anticipation as her kisses got closer and closer to my sex. Waiting for that first intimate touch.
And she stopped. My body relaxed; the anticipation thwarted. She stood slowly, a kiss on each breast as she did so. Finally, a kiss on the lips.
“You’re a tease, Miss Fletcher.”
“Fun isn’t it?” She was undoing the straps on her own dress. “Marcus taught me. He’s a master.”
She let the dress fall to the ground; she was braless as well.
“Remember, two can play at that game,” I said.
“I hope so. That’s what makes it fun.”
She slipped her shorts off and leaned against me.
“Now you. Let’s find somewhere comfortable, and I’ll finish what I started.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I led her through to the bedroom and when we reached the bed, I turned towards her intending to kiss her. But with a gleam in her eye, she pushed me, and I fell back onto the bed. I looked at her naked body standing over me. I could see the moisture glistening between her legs.
My bum was near the edge of the bed, my feet still on the floor. She opened my knees with hers and knelt between them. Her hands stretched up and flowed over my breasts, running over my tummy. Somewhere, it tickled slightly, and I flinched. I heard a soft laugh and gasped as her lips sealed themselves over my clit, and she sucked hard, pulling me into her mouth. The suction eased a little, and her tongue flicked over my bud; then pressed into it several times. Hard and firm, sending little spikes of intense pleasure through my groin.
Her hands moved under my thighs and came over on top of my hips, and she raised my legs slightly. Taking the hint, I lifted them and placed them over her shoulders, trapping her between my legs. She seemed happy with that. I’d long given up the idea of trying to watch. I relaxed my head, feeling the sensations between my legs.
Her lips had released my clit and were moving over my pussy. Her tongue was lapping at my lips and the roughness on my soft flesh was exquisite. I realised if she continued much longer, she would bring me to orgasm. The speed surprised me, but I wanted it. Her fingers were now spreading my lips as her tongue licked around my entrance.
I hissed through my teeth as her tongue continued lower, leaving my pussy, and reaching that beautiful spot. It continued, and I lifted my hips. She could just reach my ass in this position, and I felt her tongue playing along one side, making me groan. She had quickly discovered how sensitive it was. Her fingers were gently stroking my lips, occasionally continuing up to circle my clit. I was near now.
She knew it. Leaving my ass, she concentrated on my pussy with her mouth, moving her fingers to my clit. I needed her mouth on it, so I put my hand on her head, and she let me guide it. I moaned as her mouth went over the hood and went to work. It was enough. Still pushing her head onto me, I was on the verge of orgasm. My hips rose as my bum tensed; I subconsciously took a deep breath and held it. She carried on, applying more pressure until it happened.
A long deep groan pulled the air from my lungs. My body letting all its tension flow away. My hips tensing and relaxing several times; Sal gamely following their movement. As I slowly relaxed, she released me from her mouth. She knew how sensitive I was after orgasm. Too damn sensitive; it took me a while to recover. She slowly lowered my legs until my feet found the floor.
She was stroking my tummy; letting me come down. I eventually lifted my head to find her looking at me; her head resting on my thigh. Holding my eyes, she teasingly tugged a couple of hairs with her teeth until I flinched. Smiling, she rose and leaned over me. She could just reach far enough to kiss me, and I put my arms around her. I could taste myself on her lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
“It’s no good, Sal, my legs are going to sleep.”
She got up, holding out her hand. I sat on the bed, then stood up. I took her arm, and guided her onto the bed, leading her to the middle. Laying her on her back, I lay on my side next to her. My turn to play. I had come to realise why Marcus loved her eyes so much. They were such a brilliant, deep green. But when she was turned on, they were bright, erotic, full of the most lustful promise. Almost a way into her very soul.
But it wasn’t her soul I was interested in right now. My hand was already gliding over her body. From her neck, over her breasts, her tummy, her thighs. I’d again seen how wet she was. I knew she needed some attention. Leaning over her, I kissed her; simply, gently. When she responded, I let my fingers wander between her legs.
Her response was immediate; a gasp, a deep groan. Her legs spreading wide. I continued to kiss her, not taking my lips off hers. My fingers now roughly rubbing her clit. She was breathing hard; not only from the approaching orgasm but also from my continuous kiss covering her mouth. That kiss was hard now too, my lips covering hers. My tongue invading her mouth.
Her body suddenly arched; holding itself in a rigid position for a few moments, before collapsing on the bed. Her cries muffled in our joined mouths. She finally had to break away, gasping furiously, as she tried to fill her lungs with oxygen. I stopped my assault on her sex and stroked her thigh. Watching as she recovered. Her neck, face and breastbone heavily flushed.
I moved to lay over her side. She put an arm under me, pulling me into her. I lay one leg between hers, and my head on her breast. Both of us recovering; both coming down from our pleasure. Eventually, I needed the loo, and the movement brought us both back to life. She went after me, and we ended up back on the bed, in a sprawling cuddle. Comfortably relaxed, gently stroking each other.