Dorsai - Jan

When we finally separated, she was panting slightly, and still holding me, looked up at me and asked me "How can you do that? How can you make me so excited?"

"It isn't me that's doing it, it's you. I'm just the reflection of what's inside you; it's you that opens up to show what you can do, and feel."

"If that's so, then let me open more, and see more. Show me what's inside."

With that, I took her by the shoulders, and carefully guided her onto her back, following her. When she was laying down, I stayed over her, looking into her eyes. Still she wasn't afraid, and after a gentle smile to her, lowered my head to kiss her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss, just as gently, accepting the love and care I felt for her. When our lips parted, I smiled at her again, and started kissing her softly, first at the corners of her mouth, then her cheeks, on to her cheekbones, and ultimately, all over her face – each of them slow and tender. She didn't move, other than to increase the tempo of her breathing; from her face, I moved on: to her throat, just under her jaw; her neck, beneath her ears; her collarbones; her shoulders; then back again to her face, where I again kissed her lips. The look in her eyes was still one of trust – but added to it was a measure of desire, too.

I resumed my kisses, and gradually started moving them – ever so slowly – down her body, until, ultimately, I reached the upper slopes of her breasts. I saw that her areolas, pale pink and not much larger than a quarter, were already puckered; and the nubbins of her small nipples were clearly visible. I applied small nibbles to her skin with my lips as I made a slow, random trip to the peak of her breast – and once reaching it, sucking it into my mouth, nursing at it like a child.

As I did that, her hands found my head, and held me there as she moaned her pleasure and desire. But I wanted to be fair, and managed to find my way to the other breast, where I repeated my actions with a different path but the same goal – and same result. By the time I finished, she was gasping for breath between her long, low moans; her areolas were as tight and firm as any of the rest of her, and her nipples extended a full quarter of an inch – much farther than they had before.

With her clearly aroused, and ready for more, I started moving again, placing soft kisses and gentle suction to her stomach and sides as I again gradually expanded the range of my attentions, then shifting them lower on her body. As I worked my way past her navel, I gave that miniature flower of her humanity the attention it deserved: rimming, then dipping into it, with my tongue, and softly sucking on it, as though to change it from an 'innie' to an 'outie'. From it, I traced my tongue down the center of her, and back up again, before starting a series of kisses from one hip to the other, and back again; each pass across her smooth, firm belly a bit lower than the last, until, finally, I was at the edges of her rustred pubic hair.

From that point, I slowly reduced the range of my attentions, gradually retreating from her hips back toward her mons. As I moved down her, her legs slowly spread, making room for me, and opening herself up to my ministrations – and as I got closer to the center of her desire, I also caught the heady aroma of her arousal: sweet and musky at the same time.

With my mouth now so near my target, I casually altered what I was doing, so that I eased into applying a series of soft, sucking kisses to her skin, following the edge of her pubis, until I was between her legs.

From there, it was along the insides of her thigh – both of them spread and drawn up – to her knee, then back up to her pubis, and the same pattern down to the other knee, and back to her belly.

Again, I carefully narrowed the range of my attentions, and their focus, until, at last, I was faced with her womanly blossom.

As I prepared to take my first sample of it, I delighted in the sight she presented: the dark pink of her labia were easily seen through the dense, but short, mass of hair covering her mons; her small clitoral hood was barely visible. Looking more closely, I could see that she was already quite wet inside, judging by the little pearls of lubrication I could see between them.

When she felt my warm breath as I moved to taste her for the first time, she raised her pelvis, offering herself up to me. As my tongue dipped down, it passed through her hair, I found it to be incredibly soft and luxuriant.

She started slightly in surprise at the first touch of my tongue, but didn't try to move away from me – indeed, she tried to lift her hips even more to increase the contact. I drew my tongue between her labia, bottom to top; separating them and drawing in the beads of her wetness that I'd seen before -and found them to be as sweet and musky as she'd smelled. As I did that, she released a moan of pure desire, ending it on a note of disappointment as we lost contact.

It came back quickly enough, though, when I repeated what I'd just done, the tip of my tongue sliding ever so slightly deeper into her as I did.

She gasped in frustration when I paused a moment to look at her again; I saw that her labia had darkened even more, and that her obviously small clitoris had finally started to make it's appearance.

Thus encouraged, I quickly resumed my efforts; even expanding them to run my tongue gently across her clitoris, and drawing a satisfied groan from her. I went on like that for some time, gradually deepening the penetration of her vagina with my tongue before allowing it to flick across her rapidly-erecting clitoris. Finally, I simply couldn't resist it any longer, and as I slid my tongue toward her opening again, pointed it and slid it into her, slowly, as far as I could manage. I quickly discovered that she was nearly overflowing inside from the copious lubrication she'd generated; and her response to my efforts was to tighten her thighs against my head as she loosed a groan of pure pleasure.

I slid it in and out of her several times, as though fucking her with it, as she tightened and relaxed her thighs in time with my actions.

After a bit, I went back to licking at her, then fluttering my tongue across her clitoris – something that seemed to please her immensely.

Before long, I was almost completely focused on her clitoris – and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm in the process.

I could tell that she was getting close, but I was still surprised when she suddenly called out "Oh! Oh! Oh!", followed by almost freezing as her release overtook her. I could feel the entrance to her vagina move as the waves of her orgasm ran through her; as they did, I applied a bit more pressure to her clitoris to help make it more intense for her.

After the last tremor had passed through her, I paused, to let her get her senses and breath back – but when I felt her stirring, resumed my efforts; licking at her labia, taking them between my lips and gently sucking on them, softly twirling her clitoris with my tongue.

Her arousal quickly reached its previous level – and then started easing higher. After a couple of minutes, I heard her trying to speak.

"L… Let… Let me do… you too!"

I stopped what I was doing to her, and sat up so I could change position. Looking down at her, I could see that from nipples to shoulders to face, she was dark with the blush of her arousal – and her eyes were hooded with the desire she was feeling.

I twisted around, so that my legs were toward her head, and slid myself 'down', bringing my hips even with her head. She started to reach out for me, but stopped when I took her by the hips and pulled her on top of me, my head between her legs. She quickly pulled her knees up, resting her weight on them as they framed my head. She also got her elbows on the bed, and raised herself up so she could access my semi-erect penis.