FROM HER DIARY OF SECRETS

FROM HER DIARY OF SECRETS

“Be sweet, love,” she whispered. My hands were already down the front of her pants, stroking the lace of her panties, feeling the heat from between her legs.

“Do you taste sweet, love?” I responded, dipping into her panties to stroke the swell of her waiting clit. She trembled in my arms, and I smirked against her neck.

“Find out,” she responded.

“Oh, I plan to.”

From behind her, I pulled down the denim encasing her delicious curves. The roundness of her ass begged me to lick it, and I dropped to my knees, pulling her to my face. She moaned as I pulled her to my waiting tongue and made her reverse cowgirl my face.

“Fuck yes, Jade,” she moaned, as she leaned back against my tongue, loving how I took control of her body whenever we were together. I couldn’t talk with my tongue deep in her pussy, and frankly, I didn’t want to. When I asked her if she was delicious, it was because I already knew the damn answer.

She didn’t taste like water, or pineapple, or any fucking fruit, because she was a woman, not a Snapple, but she was incredibly edible. I pressed my tongue deep into her recesses, while my fingers were busy working the large swell of her perfect clit.

“Oh shit!” she moaned, as she tossed her head back, and took what I gave her like the seductress she was. I was enraptured by the song she sang for me; each moan felt like a siren’s call. All I wanted was to continue to please her until she couldn’t take anymore.

Unfortunately, she was just as greedy as I was, and after allowing me to give her one incredible orgasm, she removed herself from my face. I groaned in annoyance. Not this again. I watched her warily, my face still wet from her juices. I licked my lips to taste her again. She watched me like a rattlesnake. I slid up to the couch I’d previously had my head leaned back against — never taking my eyes off her.

“Camille,” I warned.

“Yes? Jade?” she replied, a smirk on her luscious lips. She took a step forward and I shuddered, tension winding my body tight. I tugged at the lavender dress I wore, a soft contrast to my peanut butter skin, pulling it back down to my knees from where it had ridden up. Suddenly she was in front of me, her hand gripping my braids and pulling my head back to expose my throat. I swallowed, but Camille just leaned down and cleaned her juices from my face, ran her tongue down the side of my throat, then kissed me passionately. Being able to taste her on both of our tongues made me even wetter than I already was from pleasing her. I knew Camille could feel my arousal, since her knee was shoved firmly between my parted thighs.

When she stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, fingers still intertwined in my hair, hers were sparkling with mirth.

“Oh Jade,” she sing in her sultry voice.

“Yes?” I whispered.

Leaning close to my ear, she whispered, “Do you taste sweet? Love?” I tried to nod but couldn’t, since she was restricting my movement.

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, there’s only one thing to do about it. Spread your legs.” She finally released my hair and stood in front of me — waiting. I stared at her, this brilliant goddess, who wanted me at her servitude. I traced the curves of her deep mocha skin, the lushness of her full Kobi-colored lips, the alluring brunette of her round eyes. Still, she waited, basking in my admiration.

Decision made, I slowly spread my legs. “Finally!” she cheered. Dropping to her knees in front of me, making quick work of my soaked thong, she slid her fingers into me, eyes on my face, as she created the rhythm, she knew would be my undoing. I tried to scramble back from her pleasurable onslaught, but she was too quick and knew me too well. She wrapped her other arm around my bottom and pulled me closer. She was remarkably strong for someone so small.

“Running, are we, Jade?” she said, bemused. When she pressed deeper inside me, finding my spot, I couldn’t speak, so I shook my head. She smiled and lowered her head to wrap her lips around my clit. When she hummed in appreciation, I felt it all the way to my core, and an orgasm tore through me.

“Yes,” she breathed, removing my fingers and lapping me up, pushing my legs further apart so she could swallow my essence. I writhed underneath her, and she continued to please me until I came again and again.

When she was finished, I was spent and displeased I’d allowed her to overrule my desires yet again. I tucked my thong into my purse and went into the restroom to clean myself up. As I stared in the mirror, she came in behind me, wrapping herself around me in a comforting hug.

“Are you okay, Jade? I don’t mean to take over. I get carried away.”

“I’m fine, Camille. I’m just…thinking.” She gently turned me to face her and looked into my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

I kissed her by way of assurance, not having the words to say what I truly felt. Not even sure what I really felt. I wanted her to share more often and not feel the need to only ravish me. I wanted to please her just as much as she pleased me.

“You do please me, love. You please me whether I’m pleasing you or you’re, pleasing me.”

Fuck. I didn’t realize I’d said anything out loud.

She kissed me again as confirmation, pressing her sweet body against mine, her arms around my neck, pulling me close to her. I switched our positions, so she was pressed against the sink as we continued kissing. I lifted her onto the countertop as we explored each other’s mouth, and we quickly went from sweet to passionate. I slid my fingers back inside of my goddess and she arched her back to accept me. I watched her as she took me in.

“Do you enjoy this?”

“Fuck yes! Yes baby, yes. Give it to me,” she begged. I watched her closely to make sure she wasn’t faking it for my benefit.

“Take off your shirt,” I demanded. She paused for a moment, then complied, a challenge in her eyes as she showed me her bare breasts, the nipple rings sparkling dangerously in the light. I pushed her gently back against the cold mirror and latched around her nipple with my hot, wet mouth. She moaned and her pussy clenched tight around my fingers. Not faking after all.

“Oh yes,” she gushed, hooking her leg around my waist. The change in position allowed me to find the ridge of her g-spot and I circled against it. My goddess wailed in response, and I stayed there, bringing her to the brink of pleasure, but not allowing her to cum.

“Please, please, please!” she protested.

“Please what?”

“Please, Jade, make me cum.”

“As you wish, goddess.” I sunk my teeth into the sensitive skin at her nipple and pressed hard against her g-spot. She clenched tight, so tight around me, and I felt the outpour of her juices soak my fingers. When she finished shuddering from her orgasm, I removed my fingers from her and licked them clean. She watched me; her large eyes even bigger than normal.

I kissed her deeply, moving to speak softly against her lips, “So fucking sweet, love.”