Our breathing and moaning had grown until we finally broke our kiss, looked at each other with wide “I want you now” eyes, and I asked her, “can you come to my room?”
“Oh yes,” she answered.
We quickly gathered our things, told our friends it was getting late and we were leaving. It was dark as we left and began the walk to my hotel. Marsha reached to hold my hand and soon we were walking arm-in-arm to my hotel just a couple blocks away.
As we were walking, Marsha asked me, “have you ever done this?”
“No, I haven’t,” I replied, “have you?”
Marsha said, “no, but I want to with you!”
“Me too,” I said as we entered the hotel and headed to my room.
As soon as we entered the room we both instantly grabbed each other and resumed our kissing frenzy. Her amazing mouth travelled to my ear as she consumed it and then wrapped her thick lips around my neck, licking, nibbling, and sucking my entire neck causing me to physically shiver. The electricity of her touch and her rich sensuous vanilla scent that flooded my nostrils combined to inflame my senses.
It was then my turn, I had to, was desperate to taste her skin. I licked the full length of her long jet black neck with my tongue, up and down, tasting her fully, preparing for what was to come, and then I opened my mouth fully to take as much of her dark neck into my mouth as possible and I hungrily licked and sucked at her chocolate skin and neck muscles until she broke away with a squeal.
I then took Marsha’s hand and led my soon to become first female lover to the waiting bed.
Marsha lay on the bed as I straddled her, anxious to feel her body beneath mine. I ran my fingers through her strands, gripping hard and pulling her face to mine, tasting her soft lips, gently probing the inside of her mouth with my tongue. She sucked on it before reciprocating by pulling me close.
I sat up and Marsha took my hands and placed them over her breasts. I had never touched a woman’s breast before, at least not in this manner. I could feel her warm and soft breasts moving under my palms. The now hard nipples almost burned a hole in my hands. I looked at Marsha, my eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights and saw her smoldering eyes gaze back at me.
“Come here,” Marsha whispered and pulled me close until I was leaning over her. “Kiss me.”
As if in slow motion I leaned down until my lips were inches from Marsha’s. I closed my eyes and moved down. “Mmmmm,” I moaned when I felt Marsha’s soft lips under mine. My tongue came out of my mouth.
Marsha moaned as my tongue once again touched her lips. She opened her mouth wide to take it inside, and we were again kissing passionately.
I was aware of my saliva draining from my mouth and into Marsha’s. I felt Marsha swallowing, drinking it down. Then I felt the black woman’s tongue pushing back on my own. I let it in and sucked her tongue hard. Our mouths continued exploring each other’s faces and lips. I couldn’t believe how soft Marsha felt under my lips and fingers and I found my hands wandering over her body. I slowly caressed Marsha’s neck, my fingertips tracing her body down to her breasts.
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