I turn the key in the penthouse door. Silence greets me. Kitchen? Empty. Bedroom? No. Bathroom? There. My beauty. My angel. My demon. Heart thief. Ecstasy bearer. Sweet Melimel dozes in the oversized marble tub. Like a nymph in steaming waters. Hair floating on frothy bubbles. Penthouse views of the city skyline shimmer through floor-to-ceiling glass. Champagne flutes from last night glint on the vanity.
Fresh foam, scalding heat. She just slipped in. I’d stare forever. But desire surges. Clothes hit the heated tiles. I slide in. Straddle her thighs. Water ripples hot. She sighs in sleep. Chest rises. Nipple pierces foam like a crown. Adorable. But I’m the wicked witch today. Sleeping Beauty slumbers deep.
The Privilege
I lean. Kiss her breast. Soft pecks circle the areola. Her eyelids flutter. Ignore. Mouth claims the pink bud. Suck like candy. Nibble. Tongue flicks. Hand cups the full mound. Fingers trace its hollow. Her hand threads my blonde hair. Strokes my cheek. I release reluctantly. She pulls me up. Lips part. Tongues dance. Bodies mesh.
‘You missed me today,’ she murmurs between kisses.
‘Least of it,’ I reply. Quick pecks punctuate. ‘How much?’
Pout. Kiss on cheek. ‘A little.’ Lips at jaw hollow. ‘A lot.’ Captures mouth. ‘Passionately.’ Flips me. Tongue circles left breast. ‘Madly.’ Kiss on pubis. ‘To starvation.’
She grips hips. Positions me on all fours. Grip tub edge. Don’t drown. Tongue invades my forbidden forest. Hunts the fruit. Heavy breasts dip in foam. Bubbles burst exquisite on skin. Agile tongue probes inside. Lips suckle outside. Hands between legs. Up to firm ass cheeks. Hold tender, strong. I arch. Keep pussy above water.
Mouth ascends. Tastes paradise. Now infernal depths. Face buries between cheeks. Full kiss on graceful rear. Hand reclaims pussy. Tongue behind. Fingers front. Ballet of bliss. I writhe. Gasp. Moan. Hands slip. Grab faucet. Hot water cascades. Pleasure drowns me. Can’t stop it. Climax explodes. Pussy. Ass. Balls of fire. I scream. Howl. Old hag below bangs ceiling with broom. I crush Mel’s hand in thighs. She yelps surprise.
Twist. Grab head. Pull for kiss. Awkward angle. But eager. I purr. Tongue everywhere. Mouth, cheeks, forehead, neck. Nails rake arms, breasts, belly, ass. Bite lips, earlobe, nipple, shoulder. Feline. Pussy cat and tigress. Hands roam like a multi-armed goddess. She’s Aphrodite. Venus. Freyja. Lilith. Isis. My queen. Slave. Life. Death.
Three weeks together. Talks. Laughs. Burnt dinners. Excuses under sweat-soaked sheets. Cuddles. Kisses. Scratches. Pillow fights. Teasing rubs. Intimate strokes. Legs up for comedies. Gropes for melodramas. Tumbles for Disney. Wild fucks for porn.
Sex. Ass. Pussies. Tongues. Love. Fusion. Drunk on her. Love with heart. Ass. Feet. Brain stays out. Good riddance. Don’t care hangover. Only her. She bucks under fingers. Screams ecstasy. To moon. Love. Death. Life. Neighbor brooms again. I seal her mouth. Dive under. Apnea bliss. Lesbos sirens. Surface. Entwine. Sleep in fading foam.
Wake alone. Water cold. Drain. Hot shower jets scorch chest, face, hair. Bliss. Towel off. Nude to laundry. Eve’s garb.
Mel cross-legged on leather banquette. TV glows. Nutella jar between bare thighs. Spoon from mouth. Black tee. White panties. Divine. She smiles. I shush. Desk. Camera. Sign: watch film. She spoons more. Snap. Collection grows. Never enough. Smile back. Block TV.
‘What?’
‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.’
Clint blasts. But irrelevant. Kneel. Ease Nutella aside. Spread legs. Tug panties slow.
The Excess
‘Not enough?’
‘World’s two kinds. Beg mercy. Beg more. I beg more.’
Giggle. Helps strip cotton. Toss. Kiss thighs. Pussy. Pubis. Clean skin tangs tongue. Fingers under tee. Belly. Knead breasts. Sighs to moans to cries. Explore known. Unknown. Prolong. She erupts. Shrieks. Collapses. Cuddle amid gunshots.
Knock rages. Hag ascends. ‘Your screams. You handle.’
Mel grumbles. Panties on. Opens. Young voice. ‘Done yelling? Insufferable! Silence or drug your man! How often?’
Not hag. Twenty-eight max. Brunette bob. Brown eyes. Full lips. Athletic. Perky tits. Jeans. Tee. Furious.
‘How many inside?’
‘Two.’ Natural. ‘Me and girlfriend.’
‘Bull. Man screams.’
Sigh. Hand on Mel hip. Slide belly. ‘Just us. Doing exactly that.’ Fingers under panties. ‘No man needed.’
Mel grabs ass. ‘Prefer without.’
Her face: shock. Lost. Flees.
‘We’ll quiet down!’ She halts. Stammers. ‘Uh… whatever.’
Door shuts. Hug Mel. ‘Learn silent orgasms. Practice!’
