"Sugarshorts" Shares Again, God she is *good*!

I knew that earning her trust wasn't going to be easy. I don't even know why it meant so much to me, other than the fact that *she* meant so much to me. I had to do what I could to make her see what an incredible, passionate, sensual woman she was...to see herself the way I did. I had
always been proud of how well I knew myself; why I was the person I am, what factors had gone into making me this way. But when it came to her, reason flew out the window. I felt as though I would walk on water if it would make her happy. Her smile made me giddy....*giddy*, for fuck's sake. Kid-in-a-candy-store giddy. Her eyes...never before had anyone held sway over me the way she could. They varied in color from almost blue to an emerald green, depending on her mood. She felt things so incredibly intensely; yet at times, this was a mixed blessing. It was as though her entire body was attuned to her surroundings, and at no time was this more apparent than in the presence of music. Most people just hear music; others listen to it; and fewer yet are able to *feel* it, as though it were a part of them. For her to move with the music was practically mandatory. Music had always been an integral part of my life as well, but even as much as I felt it, I was almost jealous of her ability to become one with it. I was drawn to her as is a moth to a flame, for this among hundreds of other reasons, not all of which I could find the words for. For the first time in my life, I was truly, deeply, and helplessly in love.

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We shared several drinks and talked at length, trying to catch each other up on the kind of things that hadn't been included in our online chats. I did my best to amuse her, perhaps clowning a bit more than usual, because the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed was
incredible, and her smile, intoxicating. I could hardly believe I was actually here with her, in person, something I'd fantasized endlessly about since we first met online those many months ago. We'd had many text chats of a quite spicy nature, but this was altogether new territory for both of us. This was *real*. And exciting. And, a little bit scary.

When our glasses were at last empty, I stood up to take them out to the kitchen, noting as I walked that I was pleasantly tipsy. When I returned to the living room, she was gone, so I padded down the hall in time to hear the toilet flushing. The bathroom door opened just as I approached it, and we found ourselves face to face in the close hallway. She looked down and started to step back as if to let me pass, but instead I gently lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. Unable to stop myself, I moved toward her and kissed her gently on the cheek, then on the side of her eye, then on her eyelid as they closed. Our foreheads touched for a moment as the electricity between us almost visibly crackled, and then we were kissing again, more deeply this time. She had the most perfect mouth and finally feeling it was a heady, langorous sensation. I teased her lips gently with the tip of my tongue, tasting and feeling her as we
gently explored each other's mouths. I realized I had begun making small humming noises as the sensations overcame me.

I reached down and placed a hand on her heart, feeling the warmth of her skin through the cotton of the t-shirt she had put on, as well as her slightly accelerated pulse. Never taking my eyes away from hers, I moved down further to her breast, full and naked under the thin material, and slightly grazed the nipple with my fingernails. It responded almost instantly, hardening into small peak as I covered her breast with my hand. Her eyes had closed and her head leaned back against the wall as she sucked a breath in through her teeth. I trailed several slow kisses down her neck, on her clavicle, and finally down to the hardened peak, where I kissed it through the fabric, eliciting a gasp from her. Her response was intoxicating. I gave her other breast equal attention before she finally helped me free her from her shirt. I circled my
tongue around each nipple in turn; kissing and licking around and under her breasts. By the time I finished, it became obvious that we needed to retire to more comfortable quarters.

We stepped into the bedroom and, standing next to the bed, kissed for another minute or two before I sat her down and guided her gently onto her back on the mattress. She looked up at me with a mischievous smirk and those incredible fuck-me eyes, and all I could do was oblige her. I
pulled her legs up and over my shoulders, then reached out to slide her shorts and panties down her legs and away, dropping them on the floor. I then pulled my own shirt over my head, and it joined her clothes on the floor. I leaned over her, our flesh making contact for the first time as
I kissed her deeply again, before trailing another string of kisses down her body. I had a fleeting thought of myself as an oral masseuse--I wanted to massage her entire body with my mouth and lips--and it made me giggle into her navel. I couldn't stop touching her. To me, she was
perfect, even though she felt she was too heavy. But in my eyes, she was exquisite--curvy in all the right places; soft, firm, natural round breasts, not too large, as I felt my own were; smooth, fair skin; strong, supple thighs. Here I lingered for a bit, teasing her, kissing her inner thighs each in turn. As much as I wanted to take my time and make her crazy, it was becoming difficult to hold myself back. I couldn't believe how aroused I was getting just from her responses, and
I had to have more. Finally, I poised just over her pubic mound, close enough that I knew
she could feel my breath there, and looked up at her. Her eyes met mine, almost pleading, and I could deny her no longer. Sliding my arms under her thighs, I settled onto my knees and drank in the sight before me.
Even though I had been with other women, I had never cared much for oral sex. But I *wanted* to--more than anything in the world, at that moment. I gently brushed her outer lips with my tongue, running it along the length of her. I repeated this, gently pushing a bit further into her
folds, and I could feel the muscles in her thighs begin to tremble almost imperceptably in response. After several more strokes, I covered her pussy with my mouth, and brought my tongue up towards the hooded flesh of her clitoris. As my tongue made contact I felt her hips jerk involuntarily, and over the top of her mound I could see her eyes open momentarily in surprise. It was as though I had touched my tongue to the positive node of a battery, and we both could feel the current. I began gently circling the area around her clit with my tongue, slowly increasing speed, yet not quite touching her clit itself. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored, and her hands had found my head, holding my hair, gently urging me on with her soft moans and little cries. I could feel my the wetness between my own thighs, and I normally didn't get this kind of excited, especially without even being touched!

Her hold on my head tightened, and I could feel that she was ready for more direct stimulation. Keeping my mouth over her pussy, I brought my tongue up to her clit and sucked gently. The result was instantaneous. Her soft moans gave way to more vocal cries, then to unintelilgible
words as I licked and sucked her clit. I was intoxicated by the taste and smell of her; her thighs tightening around my head, her hips bucking frantically against my face, her fists wound tightly in my hair. I began a strumming rhythm with my tongue across her clit and, making sure they
were well lubricated with her juices and my own saliva, inserted two fingers into her needy core. I don't think there are many sounds as sexy as the one a woman makes upon initial penetration. That second of held breath, followed by the gasp as one is finally filled, we all know it well. But there is something about being able to elicit that response in your lover that goes beyond words.

"Oh, holy FUCK!" she cried, and my own cunt clenched in response to her raw passion. Continuing my ministrations on her clit, I began a rhythm with my fingers, at first, long and slow, but soon she was urging me to go faster, harder, deeper. My entire world was filled with her--her taste, her smell, the feel of her skin, her fevered cries--and all at
once I felt her thigh muscles contract as she cried "oh my god, I'm
coming, oh, fuck, it's so good it's so good, don't stop, oh
GOOOOOODDDDD!" I could feel the hot, slick muscles of her vagina
contract around my fingers and I curved them slightly, stopping my
thrusting but rubbing the ridged spot just behind her clit as I sucked
it into my mouth at the height of her climax. Her body was overcome with
spasms, and I held onto her for dear life as she rode out the waves, and
then the aftershocks. Gradually, her muscles began to relax, and I
licked and nuzzled her gently as she came down. She lay there for a few
moments, panting, small beads of sweat glistening on her skin, her face
flushed, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful in my
life. Unbidden, a line from a Doors song ran through my mind, "...to
make the Queen of the Angels sigh...." And that's what I had just been
given the honor of doing. I stood up, smiling, sliding up her body as I
sought her mouth again, sharing the taste of her on my lips. After a
few moments she broke the kiss, and said, "That was *amazing*!" I
looked into those eyes, her pupils so dilated that they looked almost
black, and said, "I was thinking the same exact thing."