Cleo and Lisa

Moments later lightning jolted through her body as a soft mouth encased that nipple. A tender hand went to the other breast and squeezed while this one was licked and nibbled and teased.

A man would have moved on quickly, but Lisa did not. With fascination she pulled Cleo to the bed and laid her down, all the while devouring her breasts. First one and then the other, letting her hair brush the skin, teasing, tugging, sucking and licking, testing each new sensation for Cleo’s reaction and concentrating on repeating those things that got the most suggestive response.

Cleo writhed beneath her, pushing her breast into Lisa’s mouth. She was now breathless and lost in the sensual experience. She felt Lisa’s fingers move to the buttons of her jeans, but she couldn’t quite manage without pulling away.

“Here,” Cleo breathed. “I’ll help.” She somehow disentangled herself and made it to her feet, her eyes locked on Lisa as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her hips, and stepped out of them. She knew her slinky panties were wet with evidence of her own desire. But now she felt no embarrassment. She wanted Lisa to know how much she had kindled Cleo’s yearning.

Lisa sat up on the edge of the bed. “No, let me.” She pulled Cleo close, moving her to stand between Lisa’s legs, and hooked her thumbs into the top of Cleo’s panties. She tugged them down, but slowly, watching the enticing show of gradually revealed flesh. She kissed Cleo’s tummy with a tender, open mouth.

Inch by inch the panties moved lower still. Lisa’s kisses were just as unhurried, following the same line. When Cleo’s panties were down around her thighs, and Lisa’s kisses approached her shaved sex, she stopped and took her fingers to Cleo’s pussy lips, looking at them intently, as though fascinated by the sight.

She looked up at Cleo, who petted Lisa’s hair. The two women smiled at each other briefly, and then Lisa pulled Cleo’s panties all the way down and touched her inner thigh, guiding her to spread her legs. But again she teased and danced, never quite indulging in the deep kisses Cleo now ached for. Instead she fluttered her lips against on Cleo’s soft labia and flicked her tongue on the full tender skin.

Finally Cleo could take no more teasing. She backed away from Lisa and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Her hands went to Lisa’s shirt, and she unbuttoned it, letting her hand brush against Lisa’s breasts, then pushing the fabric back until the blouse tumbled away from Lisa’s shoulder. She unfastened Lisa’s jeans then tugged them off, admiring the gentle curves of her slender legs. Cleo’s desire could no longer be restrained, and she could almost not bear the long moments it took to remove Lisa’s pastel bra. But she could not help but pause as she revealed Lisa’s small, rounded breasts and the dark nipples, erect and inviting.

Cleo kissed Lisa’s neck as she put her hands in the waistband of Lisa’s panties, and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure. After lingering delicious moments of feeding on Lisa’s wonderful smell, she pushed Lisa back on the bed. Slowly, Cleo tugged off the panties that were the one remaining barrier to what she was truly hungry for. Her gaze followed a trail from Lisa’s lovely breasts to her navel, which was a delicate, inviting hollow, then to the neatly trimmed pubic hair that looked looked coy and tantalizing. “Spread your legs,” Cleo said, her eyes flicking to Lisa’s. Lisa did as Cleo requested. Her pussy shone with glistening pinkness. “Further.”

Lisa spread her legs wide, giving Cleo a completely unobstructed view of her lustrous sex. With a gentle touch, Cleo traced her finger on Lisa’s thigh, moving inward. She leaned forward and put her mouth fully on Lisa’s pussy. With a loud intake of breath, Lisa arched upward. Not missing a beat, Cleo began to lick: slowly at first, but then unable to restrain her own want, her motion became furious and hungry. Lisa pushed her hips upward, gasping loudly. Cleo wrapped her arms underneath Lisa, holding her hips as best she could, moving with her, continuing the onslaught of merciless tonguing, her own pleasure rising as soft but urgent moans began to escape Lisa’s mouth.

“Wait… wait… please wait…” Lisa panted. “Please…”

Cleo slowly withdrew her mouth and relaxed her grip, then planted agile kisses on outer lips. After a nibble on Lisa’s inner thigh, Cleo said, “You don’t want this?”

Lisa said, her voice husky, “I want to taste you too. Please, Cleo.”

The sound of it made Cleo shiver with delight. She crawled up to lay beside Lisa, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Their bodies entwined and Cleo pulled Lisa on top of her without breaking the embrace. Finally, although reluctant to let her go for even a moment she said, “Turn around.”

Lisa went to her knees, and smiled, looking surprisingly shy all of a sudden. She ran her hand along Cleo’s body and motioned once again for Cleo to spread her legs, which she did eagerly.

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Categories : Erotic Stories | Lesbian Stories | Romantic Stories Tags: lesbian | romantic