Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Lisa nudged her mouth underneath the cup of Taryn's bra. Her mouth closed over the bare nipple and she sucked it deeply inside of her mouth. "Umm, umm," she murmured, feasting on the banquet of her dream. She took as much of Taryn's breast as she could into her mouth and held it for a moment. Her mouth, hot and wet, formed an oven around Taryn's swollen breast.

"Uh," Taryn groaned, trying to move her breast in and out of Lisa's mouth. She wanted Lisa to quit teasing her and please, oh, please suck her aching breast. But Lisa's mouth moved with her, not allowing any part of her breast to pull free. Taryn's hands were squeezing Lisa's so hard that her fingers became numb. But she refused to let go of her grip.

Swimming and aching in her own wetness, Lisa finally gave in.

Her mouth worked strong and steady as she sucked Taryn's breast.

She paused once when Taryn released her hands and hurriedly removed her bra. She tossed it aside then bent down again. Her breasts were free now, hanging over Lisa's open mouth. Quickly she closed her hands over Lisa's wrists, wanting only her mouth, her hot, wonderful, strong pleasurable mouth to touch her.

After sucking the breast so hard that she knew it must be sore, Lisa paused and surveyed the damage. Telltale signs of bruising were visible, especially around the nipple. It looked red and swollen, yet still tempting her with its pleasure. Lisa turned to the other, the one not yet claimed, not yet ravaged by her hungry mouth. This time she took the tip of the nipple between her teeth, sliding back and forth over the tiny nub. She paused, the tip still between her teeth, and stretched it as far as she could. Taryn's response told her everything she needed to know. She kept her focus on that tiny nub, biting it and stretching it to the maximum.

Only when Taryn screamed and jerked free did she know she'd reached the limit. She eased her mouth over the remainder of the nipple and sucked it ever so gently. Her tongue caressed the sides, and then guided it in and out of her mouth – so warm and soft, so delectable! She sighed and continued suckling while Taryn leaned her head back, cooing and purring with pleasure. Her pleasure was so absorbing she did not sense the sudden shift beneath her. In one swift move, Lisa rolled her over. Now it was she who was astride and she who held Taryn's hands hostage over her head.

Her eyes wide with surprise, Taryn gasped. She felt the cool air on her wet nipple, causing it to shrivel and harden even more. Quickly Lisa moved back to claim it. This time she was not so gentle, her mouth greedily sucking the bare breast. Taryn listened to the loud sounds of her sucking, wet sounds that sent waves of pleasure through her tender aching breasts. "More, more," she cried, arching her chest up to meet Lisa's eager mouth.

Lisa's mouth made one last long pull, then released Taryn's breast.

She looked down at her, a triumphant smile on her face. Lisa's blouse hung open, the material brushing over Taryn's chest. Altering her grip so only one hand was holding Taryn's arms, Lisa managed to shrug out of her blouse. She smiled when she saw the questioning look in Taryn's gaze. Her movements sure and swift, she leaned over Taryn and tied the blouse around her wrists, binding her hands together.

Lisa looked at her as if to ask, "Now what are you going to do?"

Taryn scowled and jerked her hands, trying to free herself from Lisa's blouse, but the knot was strong and the material was thick. Out of breath and panting with exertion, she lay flat again, letting her arms fall into place over her head.

Lisa's eyes never leaving Taryn's, she unclasped her bra and let it slid down her shoulders. She waited, letting Taryn drink her in, her mouth watering as she stared at the dark brown nipples that now hung free. Lisa tossed the bra aside and placed a hand on either side of Taryn's head. Her arms locked into position, supporting her upper body. She lowered her nipple to Taryn's mouth.

Taryn took all of it, holding the swollen flesh inside her hot, wet mouth. She licked her tongue over the nipple, along the sides and underneath. She held it and sucked, nothing hurried in her movements, content to just lie there suckling her lover's breast. Her eyes watching for clues, Taryn smiled when she saw Lisa throw her head back and pant with pleasure. But she didn't flip her over or try to free her hands. Very content, she took her other breast hard inside her mouth. She attacked the nipple with her teeth, her strong jaws, sucking her so hard that Lisa cried and her body bucked.

Moving in perfect sequence, their breasts ravaged while the other parts of their bodies begged for attention, the two women rose on their knees and faced one another. Taryn had managed to loosen the blouse fastened around her wrists. She followed Lisa's cue and they placed their hands on one another's arms, gazing into each other's eyes, allowing all their passion and hunger to rise to the surface. Naked and raw was their need, a sexual hunger that demanded release. They edged forward until their nipples were touching. Moving ever so slightly from side to side, their nipples brushed back and forth.

Sounds of total delight, deep and husky, filled the air around them.

For several moments, more time than either imagined, they played the mating game with their breasts.

It was Lisa who stopped first. She kept her eyes fastened on Taryn's while her hands finished untying the blouse, long since ripped apart, from each of her wrists. Her hands totally free now, Taryn ran her fingers over Lisa's face, tracing the outline slowly and sensually, as if trying to memorize her every feature.

Lisa followed her lead, her hands also exploring. And when they had finished, they leaned forward and touched their lips together. Soft and fleeting, it was a prelude to long moments of making love to one another's mouth. Lips kissing softly at first, then pressing harder, closer, so close they could feel one another's teeth and the impact bruised their lips, already red and swollen and tender. They cried and murmured. "Um, ah…" Sounds so pleasurable and so intense that their bodies strained against their remaining clothing.

Taryn stood and offered Lisa her hand. When she stood, Taryn unleashed the zipper on Lisa's pants. Her eyes feasting on each inch of bare flesh, she slid Lisa's pants down about her knees. Then she looked up, waiting for her to lift each foot so she could pull the garment free. Tossing the pants aside, Taryn reached for the panties.

Therein awaited the final treasure, the place from which everything beautiful and sensual originated. As she tugged the panties down, Taryn breathed deeply, her nose and mouth drinking in the sweet musk smell. She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on the pink bud of Lisa's clitoris, so hard and swollen that it was visible through the pubic hair nestled around it.

Lisa pressed her hand over Taryn's mouth when she started toward her. Shaking her head, she whispered, "No, let's do this together."

She pulled Taryn to her feet and repeated the ritual. First the pants sliding down her slender hips and nestling about her ankles. Taryn lifted each foot in turn as Lisa finished removing them, watching her all the while – dark brown eyes staring deeply into one another's souls. More than passion, more than sex, their hearts bared their feelings, and in so doing, entrusted one another with them.

Carefully, Lisa slid Taryn's panties down. She gasped as her eyes took in the dark hair, the smooth soft triangle between Taryn's legs.

Her mouth parted and she darted forward with her tongue. Laughing as she stole a taste of her lover's sweet musk, Lisa savored the taste, wanting to enjoy every last flavor as she licked her lips. She smiled sheepishly when Taryn gave her a teasing scowl. Silently, she shrugged her shoulders and finished removing the wet garment from Taryn's legs. She pressed it to her face, drinking in the smell of her lover, teasing herself with hints of what awaited her mouth, her tongue, her hands, and yes, her own special treasure.