Eating my experiences (22)

TOME 23

I spent several hours feeling sorry for myself as I unraveled beside Alex before I looked for myself at the bottom of a wine bottle, propped up against the wall, filling myself to the brim with the nauseating fluid. Lilly found me puffy eyes and all with a compassionate hug, melting the small level of defense built against my emotions. I melded with her small body, reveling the song she softly sang to me before she pulled away with sadness in her eyes to study my face.

Compassion filled her every movement, every word, which I did not listen to before she began to lead me up the stairs, to be alone with her. I found a growing love for her, a growing hunger for her each moment, so I followed hungrily. She brought me to a dusty bed before removing her hanging dress for me to lay on. She was soft beyond measure, and I searched her skin for a single flaw while her lips came to mine, her breath flowing into me as her tongue explored my lip between her teeth.

Letting out a subtle moan, she revels in the joy of bringing me into a dream of forgetfulness before tying her hair back with a tattered ribbon. I enjoy the plush feeling of her stomach, satisfyingly squishy and cool. My eyes sparkle up at her as I study her over-full breasts, spilling over the cups of her bra. She is all I have ever wanted, all I have craved over the years of yearning for a woman to wrap her legs around me in the way she is now. Her thighs are strong and large, filling me with joy as she straddles me, hand on my chest as she kisses my joyously.

"Hehe, you taste like wine" she says her eyes slivers, made small by her smile. She tastes like sunshine, a blush fills me cheeks as I feel the first hint of self consciousness within her embrace. With each touch she delivers, I fall into a deeply enjoyable hole that is her warmth. I sigh as her hand reaches my spine, exploring my back, finding that which I have hidden, each worry pulled out of me one at a time as she breathes life into me. Her hands find my fine hair as she plays with my tongue akin to my heart.

She sits up as she loosens her breasts of her bra, biting her lip nervous, and glorious. Her nipples are light against her skin and pierced. As she leans back to me, her hand travels down my pants, letting lose a gasping surprised moan, she was all I needed in that moment, food and water were nothing when compared to me need for her as she quickly brings me to a climax of gentle strokes and and collapsing breathe.

We lay in bed, her on top of me, hand covered in the sticky goo that was me, our hearts beating as we kissed. I held her head, her long red hair cascading around my head as I allowed her to consume my mind, allowing myself to go blank as she moans slightly, with a soft gyrating of her pelvis across my small tummy. I take the que and slide her loose underwear to the side as I explore within her, a wonderland of reactions fly through the air as she takes notice. Her spine flexes leaving her bowed back head cocked toward the sky as she lets loose a gratifying moan, fringing on a scream, liquid dripping between my fingers as her smile grows.

There was a joy in this moment I could not help but treasure as she came explosively, covering my shirt in large droplets of liquid, sweet smelling as she was. She glowed as she thanked me, laying on my chest, satisfied and in bliss as I was. We fell asleep like that, her nude, basking in the sun from the window.

TO BE CONTINUED...