Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

RIDDEN Natt Nightly

She shows up wearing jeans, Chucks, and most importantly, my shirt. Standing in my doorway, I can do little more than gawk at the white button-down, its fabric pulling noticeably in a valiant struggle to cover her ample cleavage. She doesn’t wait to be invited in, but breezes past me into the apartment and addresses the mirror, busying herself with the reapplication of lipstick and the arrangement of her curls, which cascade around her shoulders and defy any imposition of order. I scramble to collect my wits, close the door, and turn the bolt. I can see her watching me out of the corner of her eye, fully aware that she has my attention, and loving every moment. She knows how badly I want photos of her, postcoital cigarette in hand, wrapped in that shirt and sitting on my bed.

As if to emphasize the point, she caps her lipstick and perches herself on the edge of my bed, looking up at me expectantly. Towering over her, awareness of my power, my stature and my strength come flooding back to me, and I reach out to take the reigns and regain control. There’s a pause, a smile, and a barely perceptible nod as we face the next beat with mutual anticipation. Then, without warning, we lunge at each other.

She rises to meet me, and hooking her arms around my neck, she pulls me crashing down on top of her. Her nails run smoothly through my short, clean cut hair as I make a fist in her curls, pulling back her head and grinding my hips into her body. The length of my cock is now obvious beneath its denim cloak, and she gyrates against it, egging me on. Deftly, I undo the buttons of her (my) shirt, and through the thin fabric of her bra I can roll her nipples between my fingers. They grow hard and I spread my hands to more fully cover her breasts. They’re full and supple, and as I knead them she moans and writhes, the ache of her desire growing stronger.

Once her bra comes off, she stops me in order to put the shirt back on. Impatient, my mouth finds her hardened nipples, and I replicate the motions of my fingers with the greater dexterity of my tongue. I can pull the soft flesh into my mouth and press my face into her cleavage, getting lost in the warmth and her scent and my lust for a moment. Reaching down, I peel off her jeans, flipping open the button and slowly coaxing the zipper down until they’re around her knees. She lies back to let me pull them off of her, and I kiss the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs. I can smell her sex as I near it, and through the fabric of her underwear I cover her mound with my mouth. I exert downward pressure until she pushes back against me, and I tease the covered opening of her cunt. She whimpers and reaches for my shoulders, her nails biting into my flesh as she begs for her favorite pleasure.

But instead of following through with my implied promise, I reach up and push her off, pinning her wrists momentarily before abandoning her to strip off my jeans. I reach for the straps of my harness, and the leather creaks hello to James as he rises to attention.

Grabbing the lube, I coat him in it, stroking the rigid shaft, rolling my palm over the head keeping eye contact with her the whole time. Then I move up on her torso and envelop myself in her breasts. I rock between them, fucking them gently and enjoying the friction of her skin against my cunt. She places her hands over mine and presses her breasts together more firmly, milking my cock with them before lifting her head to capture the tip with her mouth. I take one hand and hold the back of her head, and we move together, sucking and pumping and gyrating to the same pulse.

Once my clit is hard from the mutual motion, I smile at her.

“You’ve been so good,” I say, “and I’m going to reward you. But first, we have some unfinished business. You’re always telling me that if you’re going to come on my cock, you have to start on top… so that’s just what we’re going to do.”

I recline on the bed, stroking James absently, and watching as she pulls off the now-soaked black panties, the only barrier between my tongue and her swollen clit. My hips twitch in anticipation. Patience. Patience…

A smile plays on her lips, and she moves to straddle my hips, confident that she knows where this is going.

“Not so fast,” I murmur. “Bring your beautiful cunt over here and let me taste you. Just remember… you’re not allowed to come unless it’s on my cock.”

She readjusts and pauses, hovering above me. Then, slowly, she lowers her pussy toward my mouth, taking her time and drawing it out with an aching precision. Her lips settle on mine and for the first time this evening I experience the slickness of her sex. I stroke it with my tongue, reintroducing myself to her and a place I love so well. Her musk overwhelms me and I lap up her juices greedily, burying my face in her, pushing into her cunt as deeply as I can. In response she rocks against me, fucking my tongue and grinding her clit into me. I travel up to it and take her as fully as I can into my mouth. I purse my lips and pull her clit toward me, pulsing on the shaft while the tip of my tongue flits in figure eights and then broad strokes over her head. When she braces herself against the wall I start in earnest, rolling my tongue from blade to tip in undulating waves over her engorged sex and rocking my chin into the flesh of her cunt, which gives slightly, engulfing me as she matches my movements with thrusts of her own.

Soon her panting is fast and heavy, and I can feel the weight of her pressing down on my chest as she urges her body toward climax. It’s so familiar to me, and yet always a discovery, building for that moment when she comes, spasms and bucks against me. But tonight that’s not the plan. She’s begging me not to stop, to let her come, and instead I remove my mouth from her cunt as best I can.

“This is not how you’re going to come,” I say. “Move.”

“I can’t,” she gasps out. But I insist.

“Yes, you can. I want you to ride my cock. I want you to come all over me.”

She moves her cunt away from me, her manner betraying a palpable reluctance to postpone her orgasm. She bends to kiss me, to taste herself on my lips, and rubs her dripping sex along the shaft of my cock to wet it. She slowly impales herself upon me, groaning as she does so, giving her body time to adjust to my length and girth. And then she begins to gyrate.

She’s ridden me before, but this is a completely new experience. The desire is raw and needy, and she stares down at me from her perch, enjoying the blatant play of emotions dancing across my face. Below the harness, my clit is hard and it takes all my self-control not to thrust upward into her in response to her movement. She grabs my hand and places my thumb over her clit, and as I describe circles on it, the muscles in her thighs tense and I know she’s going to come. The movement is hard and fast now and the moans from her throat are deep and guttural. When she climaxes, it’s harder than I’ve ever seen her come. Her whole body, glistening with sweat, shakes, shudders and bucks against me. I swear I can actually feel the contractions through the shaft of my cock. She throws her head back and lets the tremors sweep her away. My own cunt contracts in response and I tremble, my body unsure how to respond to the intensity of her orgasm. I don’t want to come out of her, could almost come watching her; want to kiss her, hold her, cry, thrust, keep her right where she is and melt into her all at once. Instead, I can say only, “I love you.” And she smiles at me with all the warmth in the world and tells me that she loves me too.

We stay there for a moment, breathing together and taking it all in. When she dismounts, my body mourns the loss of her cunt wrapped around me. She rolls to the side and lays her hand on my chest, pressing her lips to mine and, in the guise of a kiss, slowly and deliberately sucking her come off my lips. Then she smiles at me, her blue eyes wide and mischievous, and says, “I think you should go get your camera….”