Sheets of Passion


by Maureen Louise Reardon

Copyright ©2003
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The air of the bathroom wrapped around me as my arms wrapped around her. Dee had just gotten out of the shower; her nakedness drew me like a magnet, the warmth of her body, the addiction being closeness to her. I was gazing into her eyes, falling into a new lust. The softness of kisses gathered us deeper. Fresh and inviting we wanted each other right then. She felt my desire and pulled my hand to her belly, slowly dragging my hand downward saying......

"Ryan, I want you to take me. I have something here for you to kiss. I want to go back to that place only you can take me."

"Here Ryan" she said as she pulled my hand down into her crotch, holding my hand open to her, placing her already wet clit in the palm of my hand. Ryan slightly closed her fingers dragging her hand upward, middle two fingers sliding into her folds, spreading her wetness upward, rubbing against her hard awaiting throbbing clit.

Dee shuddered as Ryan kissed her open mouth stifling a moan, smothering her passion with her mouth. She held her head in her hands pulling Ryan to her, kissing her back deeply, wanting her right then. Her hand slipped into the loose folds of her robe, searching, wanting to feel her wetness, wanting to feel the power responsible for taking her journey.

Dee felt her heat even before she felt her desires. As she caressed her breasts lightly she moaned with her, into her open mouth, tongues slippery, sliding. Holding her close she pulled upward, her fingers sliding in and out. Feeling the urgency of her kiss deepened along with Ryan's probing tongue.

Ryan pulled the blankets off the bed. Dee was left alone, separated from Ryan by a thin sheet. Standing at the foot of the bed Ryan leaned down and placed her hands on the tops of her feet and slid slowly upward, massaging the shapely muscled calves that she liked so very much.

At Ryan's first touch Dee's arms rose slowly over her head, a gesture she knew, a permission a silent request for her passion, a part of her opening to her like a flower being touched by the warmth of a morning sun. Her head rolled slightly to one side and the left corner of her mouth pulled up into the crooked little grin she loved, a grin validating her confidence in her delivery of Ryan's pleasure.

Smooth touch on her lower legs was soothing and exciting as her inched upward to her knees, touching the insides of both through the sheet, fingertips dragging lightly along the surface, energy flowing, passion growing. She loved Ryan's touch. She felt gentleness penetrating the cotton percale, imagination magical as if in direct contact with her soft skin. Dee becoming intensely sensitive, goose bumps rising all over, forcing the tiny hairs on her body to stand up hard, pressing the sheet that held them. The slightest movement of the sheet was like pure electricity.

Ryan's hands continued to move upward against the muscles in her lower thighs. Fingers traced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as he grabbed handfuls of her desire. Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness. Ryan was in her, entranced, her reactions to her touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the choir, the strings, the combined beating of their hearts offering an increasing rhythm of synchronized percussion. Each of Ryan's fingers played a different note on Dee's thighs, moving slowly toward the softness of her center.

Her response was recognized, a silent wanting. Her knees slowly raised upward and outward, arms stretching over her head, back arching. As her feet spread apart Ryan knelt on the foot of the bed, bending closer, slowly caressing the sweetness of her inner thighs, as the sheet persisted in hiding Ryan's true touch from her.

Her breathing was becoming shallow as attention approached her center. Fingertips raced quickly up the insides of her thighs along her flowing she shook as Ryan's rapid action surprised and thrilled her with pleasure. Ryan's fingers curled under again as she dug her fingertips and nails into her skin and drew them downward, slowly, holding the perfect chord as the symphony continued, again crossing her clit, downward, slowly downward into the sweetness of her thighs once more. The breath she sucked in moments earlier came out.

Ryan's hands worked lightly and slowly on her thighs massaging and stroking alternately with a firm strength followed by a light fingertip dance, teasing, pleasing her once more. In one slow deliberate motion Ryan moved both hands up her thighs; thumbs extended downward, fingers above her center.

She moaned again softly as her firmness and gentleness sent the message of Ryan's passion for her throughout her body, radiating from her center, as Ryan's small hands held her in her loving grasp. The sensations of Ryan touching her through the sheet were incredible. She wanted her to rip the sheet away and take her, bury Ryan's face in her wetness. She remembered the throbbing waves of orgasm, remembered their earlier journey, the rhythm, the slow vibrations now returning to her center. Her knees closed upward attempting to guide Ryan's hands to her wetness, wanting her touch, wanting her to feel the rhythm.

Ryan slowly relaxed her grip and traced fingertips back along her thighs toward her knees. Her breath escaped through clenched teeth at her touch. 'God, does she know my body,' she thought silently.

As Ryan's hands moved downward, her legs opened wider, knees spreading outward along the surface of the bed. The sheet settled lightly over her again, her clit visible under the outline of the sheet.

Ryan's hands were on the insides of her thighs as she leaned in to her. Lips parted as her mouth opened, drawing closer to her center. Her sweet scent filled Ryan's senses, as her heat rushed to caress his lips through the sheet. Gathering the sheet and the woman underneath, Ryan took her into her mouth. Heat swelled in Ryan's mouth, filling her with the reward for her passion, sending the sweet taste of her wetness as Ryan slowly closed her lips, sucking her through the sheet.

Ryan exhaled slowly, her mouth engulfing Dee and the sheet together. The presence of the sheet exaggerated the feeling of heat, spreading as quickly as the fire she felt building inside. Her hands reached downward and pulled Ryan's head into her, clutching handfuls of her hair, head driving back into her pillow, toes pointing, straining as the weigh of Ryan's passion devoured Dee.

Arching her back, raising her shoulders off the bed by the force of her head thrusting backward into her pillow. Ryan's head rolled in a motion as she sucked on her softness, to satisfy her hunger.

Ryan continued, tongue dancing against the sheet, against her, through the sheet, swirling around her swollen clit. She twitched every time her tongue made hard contact, passing over her sweet spot, breath catching in unison with the sweet shock of Ryan's touch.

The motion of the sheet sliding against her was like a thousand tiny fingers tracing against her skin, her breasts, and her erect nipples sending waves of pleasure down her belly to where Ryan was.

A raging anticipation through her entire body. Biting at her, chewing her sex, eating her through the sheet was making her crazy with lust. Dragging a mouthful of sheet downward a few inches at a time exposed more of her flesh to the cool air in the room. She became hypnotized by her growing anticipation and the pressing heat of Ryan's mouth. Electrified sensations of the sheet sliding over sensitized skin delivered a sweet agony as her naked body was slowly exposed to Ryan.

The shock of Ryan's warm hands on her bare skin caused her to flinch at the feel of skin against skin. Her hands came down to hers, fingers interlocked, she pushed downward at her, hands pushing, fingers closed tightly over her, pulling her with a push. Her desire was streaking skyward as her hands pushed then pulled her onward. Never had she experienced this kind of erotic thrill. With a moan of want approval, she gave herself to Ryan. As she always will. For no one else could take her on this journey.

As her orgasm was peaking, her head rolled from side to side, delirium washed over her, licking her with white-hot flames of the ecstasy found only in their new place. Her release was Ryan

Simultaneous questions raced silently through Dee's minds. How could loving be more complete? How could passions shared with another person ever be this good again? How could this be happening? Why was it happening to me? Answers were not coming. The absence of answers was noted indifference. It did not matter. Nothing mattered, not their real worlds, not what time it was, not even the name of this city. What mattered was being in the arms of Ryan.