Monica's Story pt 1

What started out as your irregular, meet-online kind of relationship soon turned into the most beautiful love affair that either of us had experienced. We connected on more than just a physical level, although the physical aspect was definitely evident. We ended up proving the notion that opposites attract, because honestly, we had barely anything in common. Yet, for some reason completely oblivious to us at times, we were perfect for each other. As different as every puzzle piece is they all interlock, just as they were designed to, to create some image, some picture; and she was the piece of my life puzzle, the final piece that made everything else, the entire picture, come together.

Her beauty stemmed much deeper than just outwardly. It was just a bonus that she was indescribably beautiful. She grew up in Spain until she was twelve, and although she wasn’t the stereotypical exotic Spanish woman, she had this uniqueness that was far sexier and far more attractive than the most beauty-pageant perfect contestant. Her dark eyes reflected light when she flashed her flawless smile. Her raven colored hair spiraled over her shoulders when wet and hid her face, adding to the mysteriousness that she already was. She was my ideal woman…imperfectly perfect to the world, and yet perfect for me in every possible way.

However, nothing was more beautiful than the way the morning light hit her face when she was sleeping. She illuminated, like the glow that is associated with angels in paintings or pictures. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pressed my chest against her back. If I remained perfectly still, and if the world, for a moment, silenced itself, I could feel my heart sync with hers. It was one of the uncountable reassurances that reminded me how absolutely perfect we were for each other.

My lips danced down the back of her neck, over her shoulders, and down her spine, causing her back to arch slightly. I heard her sigh as I kissed the small of her back, my hands simultaneously running down the front of her body. I rolled her over by her hips and straddled around her. My lips brushed against her full, kissable ones as I whispered, “Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up” before kissing her gently.

She shook her head and mumbled “Nuh uh” before turning her face, the sun shedding light on it faintly. I giggled, took her hands in mine and kissed each of her palms then pushed her hands above her head. I entwined my fingers with hers, pinning her arms to the bed, and kissed along her defined jaw line. My lips moved down the side of her neck slowly, my teeth nibbling her soft skin occasionally. Each bite caused her chest to press closer to mine. She ran her foot along my side, from my hip and down my leg to my foot, yet her deep eyes remained closed. I continued my journey over her collarbone, my hands running down her arms, along her neck, to her chest. Cupping her breasts in my hands, my fingertips swept around her nipples lightly, tracing around them absently, causing them to harden within seconds. I glanced up at her, my heart skipping a beat as it often did when I looked at her. It was hard to doubt that heaven existed when I saw her, held her, felt her…tasted her.

The tip of my tongue flicked each of her nipples quickly a few times before my mouth enveloped them—the left one and then the right. She sighed softly, running her hands through my hair, clawing at my shoulders slightly. “You awake yet?” I whispered, biting the bottom of her breast playfully.

“No,” she whispered back, sighing quietly with my bite. I smiled to myself and kissed my way down her stomach, my lips barely touching her skin. I bit occasionally, harder at times than others, but kept it light, ghost-like. It was torturous for both of us, the game of teasing, of mild caressing. I do suppose that it was slightly more excruciating for the one enduring it; yet there was something erotically tantalizing about not knowing where the other person was going next. There was something sexy about hearing the different moans, sighs, and groans that escaped from her when I teased her. The gasps of unexpectedness, when I touched or kissed somewhere completely off-course were…indescribable to say the least.

I kissed her left hipbone and ran the tip of my tongue across to the right, sucking on it softly. Her hips lifted off the bed slightly and I pushed them back down. I could feel her fighting against my weak hold as I moved down her pelvis, closer to my destination, closer to our expectations. My mouth longed to taste her, and yet I had to push through those desires, at least for a brief moment in time. My fingertips danced down the tops of her legs and over her thighs; my nails dragged back up, parting her smooth legs. I looked up briefly and saw her hands drop to her sides, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets in which her body laid upon.

I bit my bottom lip quickly before brushing my lips against her smooth labia, exhaling hot air against her most sacred area. She sighed deeply above me. I sucked on each lip individually, taking the flesh into my mouth, letting it fall out slowly. She squirmed slightly, her feet pushing at my hips eagerly. I heard her whisper “Please,” the sound as soft as the lightest breeze of a summers wind. The plead seemed to travel down her body, reaching my ears at it’s quietest point. “Baby…please,” she whispered again, running her fingers through my hair absently as she pushed her hips up closer to my mouth.

I touched the tip of my tongue against her aroused flesh, pushing it between her lips, meeting her swollen clit. Faintly, my taste-buds savored the erotic essence that I’d come to love over the past couple years. She tasted innocent almost; it’d become my addiction as soon as I had experienced it for the first time. She gasped sharply, exhaling slowly as I pulled my tongue away quickly. I flicked the tip of her clit hastily a few times, causing her to groan from the back of her throat. Her legs opened more, her faintly wet lips parting, allowing my tongue greater entrance. I knew what it took to cause her heart to race, what it took for her to cum. But climax wasn’t my intention this morning, at least not instantly.

I brushed my lips against the small bundle of nerves before sucking the stimulated flesh into my mouth eagerly. She moaned incredibly loud, her hips thrusting forward roughly, forcing her into my mouth more. I obliged her wordless demands, letting her entire clit slide out of my mouth slowly before I sucked it back in. I repeated the process a few times, each round bringing forth a new bout of her erotic whimpers. I changed techniques slightly, tracing around her wet clit with my tongue slowly. My mouth watered with each sampling of her, and I fervently lapped at her vagina. The longer I taunted her, the louder she became, and the more her body thrashed. She clawed at my shoulders as I traced around her entrance with the tip of my tongue. As I slid my first two fingers inside of her slowly, her muscles contracted around them, pulling them in deeper. My meticulous, unhurried journey down her body had excited her, moistened her. The dampness between her legs allowed my fingers to glide in and out of her tight pussy with ease. Her fingers ran through my hair, pushing it away from my face slightly, causing me to taste her more fervidly, my tongue lapping at her clit intensely. My fingers slipped in and out of her faster, pushing deeper inside of her, my fingertips passing across her g-spot rapidly.

She moaned louder, her hips bucking slightly with my rhythm. As she neared orgasm, her nails dug into my shoulders passionately; her clit pulsated in my mouth gently. She gripped my fingers tightly and I slowed down for a moment, pulling myself all the way out before re-entering her, causing her to groan aggressively. My mouth continued to toy with her clit. I licked it, traced around it carefully, and sucked on it roughly; whatever it took to make her cum, to feel her release herself around my fingers. I wanted, I needed, to taste her completely, to feel her explode in my mouth. I wanted to drink in her essence.

I heard her whisper my name seconds before she came. She pulled her body away from me naturally and flipped over onto her stomach. It was something she did when she came. Her nails clawed at the pillow. Her moans echoed in my ear and made my clit throb with excitement. I pulled myself away from her for a moment and kissed the small of her back as it arched slightly. As she slowly wound down, I pushed my fingers back inside of her slowly, causing her to inhales sharply and push herself back against me slightly.

She collapsed back onto the bed, the way she was before I awoke her, and buried her face in the pillow. I straddled my legs around her hips and lowered myself against her. Taking her hands in mine, I locked our fingers together loosely. I closed my eyes and laid still, allowing my heart to sync with hers. It was one of the uncountable reassurances that reminded me how absolutely perfect we were for each other…