Indoor Sports — Rachael LeFavre

“Do you want to go inside?”

I watched her mouth as she spoke. Her full lips and perfect teeth framed by a head full of dark curls was intoxicating. She moved closer to my face, holding me with her brown eyes, and reaching out to stroke my own hair of russet and gold.

Her breath was warm across my face, sweet with the wine we had been drinking. I could taste the hints of lavender and rosemary as she ran her tongue across my lips and gently probed deeper into my mouth. My head swam as the blood rushed through my body, making my fingertips tingle and that soft place between my legs turn to liquid heat.

Her fingers pressed into my shoulder and she ran her hands down my back. She kissed and nuzzled my neck, running her wet tongue around my earlobes. I could feel the urgency as she breathed in my ear “please…”

I was like a doll, moving to her will and not my own. She took my hand and we moved down the hall to her bedroom. She stood before me, pulling at my clothes and placing soft kisses around my face. My arms were around my head as my sweater came up. She sighed at the sight of my breasts as she went to her knees and began to graze her teeth across my hard nipples. She reached around my back to unclasp my bra, lifting the satin cups to release me. She licked at the underside of my full breast as I sucked in my breath. I had fantasized about her, dreaming of touching her while I touched myself. Now here we were, all 3-D and Technicolor, indulging and awake and alive with lust.

I pulled her up to me, kissing her passionately in return for her attentions. I unbuttoned her shirt, plucking at the buds of her nipples as I found her mouth searching for my own. I reached down as our lips explored each other, pulling open her jeans and running my fingers around the lace of her panties. “Oh yeah…” she breathed as I pushed her pants past her hips and down to pool at her feet. “Lie down…” I said, softly. She moved to the bed, spreading herself and languishing across the checked quilt. I knelt in front of her, kissing my way up her thighs, licking and teasing with my teeth. My hands played across her soft belly, a parade of goosebumps appearing behind my trailing fingertips. He breath quickened as I hovered over the mound of her pelvis, blowing hot against the silk, making her wet with anticipation. I licked at her, first quick to make her jump, and then more deliberate to have her arch into my mouth. I ran my teeth firmly along her cleft of flesh, kissing my way up her body to her wanting lips. I played my breasts against hers, moving so our nipples popped across each other. I raised up to invite her to suck it into her mouth, which she did with relish as she moaned in response to my generous tits. I slid back down, pushing my breasts between her legs and rubbing against her. I began to lick at the top of her panties, loving the sound of the little whimpers and catches of her voice. I lifted her round ass to pull off the last of her clothes and dip my tongue inside for the first time. I lapped at her pouting lips, licking and sucking as if I were dying of thirst. I had tasted my own fingers many times, thinking how oddly sweet it was, almost clean and spicy. Her own juices were like musk and pepper, and I thought I’d never get enough. She cried out, “Oh that is SO HOT…” as she bucked into my face, pulling at my hair and drawing me deeper. I sucked her into my mouth, teasing her clit with my tongue and making her rock with a rhythm all her own.

“Oh my GOD…I am going to CUM all over your face!” She held me in her thighs as I grasped her breasts and butterfly kissed her pussy with all its heat pulsing out to me. I felt glazed, all perfumed with the scents of sex and sweet release. She sat up as I straddled her hips, filling my hands with her hair and running my fingers down her spine. She attacked my face, licking at her own juices, and sharing them with me as she kissed me with violence and passion.

She turned me over, pushing my back into the bed as she ripped the jeans off my legs. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and she gave an evil little chuckle as she fingered the curls of my pubic hair and shaved pussy. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?” Her eyes were full of lust as she toyed with my wetness, standing over me with intent and authority. “I have a present for you, and I can’t wait to watch you play with it.” She turned and opened her closet, removing a gold box from the top shelf. “This is my special toy box, and this is what you need.” Her eyes flashed as she pulled out a double-ended dildo, thick and pink, mocking the biggest cock I’d ever seen. She straddled my hips and placed one end in my mouth. I sucked deeply on the head, as she bent to join me licking the shaft and kissing me with the bulk in my mouth. She wiggled her pussy across my belly, leaving a sticky wetness that she snaked the long cock through to part my labia and tease along the inside of my pussy. Kneeling in front of me, She returned the attention I had given with soft kisses and searching tongue. She sucked on the dildo, making it wet for me while she ran her fingers inside my pink lips and now soaking walls. The head pushed inside of me, making me sigh deeply and moan with anticipation. She began to fuck me with the dildo, and suck at my clit at the same time. My hands flew to her head, as she picked up the pace, keeping time with the motion of the fat cock moving inside of me while she lapped and sucked me over the edge.

I came so hard and so fast that the cords in my neck stood out, my body rigid and taut. My inner muscles sucked hungrily at the fake cock, as she drank the thick cream that coated its shaft. She stood, triumphant with my generous orgasm. She climbed onto the bed, pulling me to her, my legs useless and my head spinning. She sat spread eagled across me, my own legs open and wanting. She was panting as she put the wet end of the cock inside her, the other sliding back inside of me. She pulled me to her, our legs open to each other, holding on as our lips met to mingle our shared juices with our tongues. We fucked face to face, holding each other as we rode the double head, sliding as deep as we could to grind and play.

We lay like spoons, my breasts pressed into her back, dozing comfortably like we’d done this a thousand times. “I could watch you come all night,” she murmured as I stroked her hair. I smiled. All night was after all, every 12 hours…

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Rachael Lefavre grew up on a steady, but covert diet of Erica Jong, Judy Blume (after she read Are You There God? of course) and Harold Robbins, among other pioneers of erotic fiction. After her erotic poetry was published in 2002 by the Canadian Literary magazine NASTY, she tried her hand at longer works of prose and passionate encounters. She lives and writes in the Rocky Mountain west, enjoying the beauty of the natural world, and others.