Artistic Exuberance (Date Five - Day after the Gallery)
The raven-haired vampire stared at the three different sets of sheets, "Old Glory" quilt, and the moon-sun throw pillow sitting on the edge of her bed, taunting her, laughing, shouting "Hahahahah you'll never ever decide which to put on the brand new bed for your brand new apartment."
Connie Stone picked up the crowbar left behind by the construction crew - "Strange omen," she thought - and beat each of the wrapped sets of sheets once with it, quieting their imaginary voices. She shouted into the apartment, "Nyah! How 'bout that!"
"Which do I want first, really?" She wracked her brain, trying to think of which one would be more comfortable first. It was the middle of August; her air conditioning kept it more than adequately temperate in the loft. A thought wormed its way into her brain from an area down below that had been overactive all day. "Which would -you- rather be seduced on?" She then dropped the navy blue flannel and white cotton sheets onto the floor and nudged them under the bed, leaving the black satin.
Picking up a pen and pad of paper, she wrote down, "modular closet, under-bed storage drawers, throw pillow to match quilt," then set it aside. Shopping lists were always an interesting chore. You write down the obvious things, but forget the important ones and end up in a tizzy trying to find what you need when it's almost too late.
Good thing she was neither male nor human, or she'd really be up shit's creek without a paddle when sex entered the picture.
And the combination of thoughts that just stampeded through her brain knocked her breathless, and she plopped onto the bed's surface...
"Have I really been trying to seduce her?"
"No, I haven't. I've been treating her the way I think she should be treated, the way she deserves to be treated."
"But what if that leads to, well, something more?"
"Isn't that the point of dates?"
Would she have been so forward about thinking, feeling, or even saying what she had to Nyra over the past five days - and she knew deep inside she'd been saying it because, in her opinion, it was the truth - if "it" weren't a possible eventuality?
Her mind and spirit shouted out, "YES!" as her head nodded and voice croaked to the ceiling, "I sure would have. Everybody deserves to be told how wonderful they are."
Ignoring the familiar tug in her body that seemed to surface whenever she thought of Nyra (which actually was quite often) she flipped over and dug her nails into the heavy plastic wrap bundling the satin sheets.
She unfurled them slightly and separated out the elastic-bound mattress cover. Connie gripped the long side - though in truth, with a queen sized bed, "long" is relative - and flipped it, causing the far end to open further and to settle back down on the bed. She darted around, tucking in the corners, then flipped out the coversheet and tucked it similarly. "Dad gummit, I need pillows." She jotted it down.
"Might as well put on the quilt," she thought, and she unwrapped that and flipped it too. The moon-sun pillow was set at the top.
Connie turned and looked at the remainder of the loft; it still needed a few things. Sofa, TV, stereo system. Computer and desk.
"Stupid me left my other list at work." She sighed, and trudged over to the island. Into her purse she dug, and she checked the time on her cell.
"Clock!" and she skipped back over to the pad of paper, wrote down "alarm clock," and then returned to the island.
She wondered as she looked around the loft for other things she'd need how Nyra had fared for sleeping and the cleanup at the Gallery...
Carefully she shifted, aiming to apply the same suction upon the other proud peak. She knew exactly what her thigh was doing to Connie, buried as it was in the slick heat. Loving the feel, like a molten pool under her, she rubbed deliberately. Shifting her weight more on that knee between Connie's restless legs, she captured the quivering nipple.
Remembering just exactly what had sent her over the edge earlier, she tried to duplicate it. The suction was firm as she flicked her tongue against the trapped peak. Restless fingers found the abandoned peak, still moist with her saliva, and began rolling the small pebbled nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her leg pushed and rubbed against Connie's heat, generating slick friction.
Nyra's right hand was free but had been propping her up, finally it deserted its task and ventured all over the wide swathe of skin. It stroked from the underside of the breast she suckled, down slowly along to the peak of hip. Suddenly wishing there were no sexy blue panties in her way, she pushed her hand underneath it, gripping that lush skin, stroking the curve of Connie's buttocks.
At the movement of the fingers touching her, Nyra let out a low hoarse moan. She unintentionally tightened her whole body, creating a more strong suction on the nipple in her mouth, a firm pinch to the nipple in her hand, her thigh pressed much harder than she intended as her hand held tight to the soft lower curve of posterior. She rocked a few times as desire poured over her.
When Nyra's voluptuous body tightened again upon hers, and her fingers twisted in a stronger pinch, her hot mouth sucked harder, the curve of her leg pushed harder...
The tornado touched down and carried Connie away with it, her awareness spinning, focused on the points where Nyra's flesh searingly contacted hers, where her attentions and ministrations pulled at the limits of control and tranquility. Her breath exploded from her heaving chest as her hand pushed Nyra's face deeper against the firmness of her breast, as her other twitched and took hold of the soft inner thigh, just enough to anchor them together... as Connie's hips twitched closer, trying to draw her partner's body closer, closer still, her hands held her close. Her back arched, pressing Nyra even more forcefully into her chest as the winds of the twister pulled apart her self control.
She subconsciously felt coolness brush against her back as her telekinesis went wild and picked both vampire and lover off the bed, just a few inches, then set them down as the roaring wind of her climax settled back to a soft whispering breeze.
Somewhere in the deep subconsious of her mind she registered how strong the goddess was to have arched up, lifting them both off the bed, but it did not stick around long as they settled onto the satin sheets again. Instead she raised her eyes to watch the aftermath, leaving the breast damp and pink. Her hands settled into a gentle petting, rather than the full assault of earlier.
Nyra smiled down at Connie's closed eyes. She felt full, like her body was no longer the proper size. It reminded her of that Dr. Seuss story, how the Grinch must have felt when his heart grew three sizes.
She gently jiggled her thigh and whispered, "When can I replace this with my tongue."
"Real eloquent, Stone," the smartass corner of her mind said as Nyra tilted her head at her and repeated, both the jiggle and the request.
Three times shocked, three times speechless as her hands played minutely in Nyra's locks. She pulled her seductress up along her chest and hugged her as her lips and tongue explored her round face. Noting, as she did, that her lover kept Connie's right hand trapped between her thighs. Voice throaty, her lips curled in a smile against Nyra's as she playfully questioned, "Hwhy, Miss McGurn, are you tryin' ta seduce me?"
Playfully she nibbled on the full lower lip of her lover before smiling. "Here I thought I had succeeded! I must try harder I guess."
Snuggling close, rubbing her breasts against Connie's, grinding her thigh against the silky heat and pressed closer to the hand trapped in her panties. Nyra spent the next ten minutes kissing and exploring her lover's mouth. Even with desire still pulsing through her, she was quite content to snuggle and kiss for now. It was building anticipation in her, thinking of kissing down the beautiful body beneith her.
She hoped that was permission enough... not that Nyra needed it. After all, they were lying naked on top of each other. "Because that was, in a word... wow."
She decided to continue like she had begun, only instead of exploring with her fingers, to use her lips. She gently kissed the beautiful lips, nose and chin, delighting in Connie's warm skin. The firm cheekbones and jawline were a contrast to soft cheeks and supple forehead. Finding her lover's ears and the smooth skin behind them took up quite a lot of time. She kissed, nibbled and licked as much as possible. Connie's skin was so soft and smooth. Nyra felt herself lost in a silken forest as she kissed her way down the long neck to that sexy collar bone. Her lips wanted to stay in the hallows as her tongue danced over the peaks.
Finally she left that favored spot to run kisses down her lover's right arm, stopping to nuzzle and lave the soft inner elbow skin. The wrist was simillarly soft but firmer underneith so she moved onto the twitching hand. Nibbling and sucking on each finger was a feast. She tried to watch Connie's reaction but found herself loosing all care to that smooth skin. After duplicating the process on the other arm, Nyra turned her attention onto her lovers chest.
She had spent quite some time getting familiar with it prior and wanted to know her whole body more. So she skirtted the heaving breasts and concentrated on the sternum, ribs and smooth belly. Such sleek and inviting curves demanded her attention of both hands and mouth. As she painstaikingly made her way downward, finding magnificent hip bones that pleaded to be kissed and nipped gently. The blue panties were pretty but becoming obviously unneeded. Her shaking fingers found their way under the elastic, tugging downward.
Her lips followed the line of Connie's right leg as she inched the panties downward. Nyra concentrated on the small patches of skin that were continually revealed. Not wanting to rush this first time, she put all her focus on making her lover's skin alive with feeling, bringing her to the peak of arousal. After many long minutes the panties were laying on the pile of clothes beside the bed.
Finding herself intrigued by the gracefull foot she turned her attention there. Stroking the delicate bones, licking the ridges and sucking on each toe. Each touch turned her on more and more, leaving Nyra just as shakey as Connie was, but she was determined to explore the right leg and foot in the same fashion.
Soft kisses, light licks and playful nips journied up that smooth tanned expanse. Delightedly she nuzzled the satiny skin with her nose, becoming lost in her own feelings as they washed over her. Desire tingled hotly across her skin, affection pounded with each beat of her heart and happiness flooded her body. Finally coming to rest between those gorgeous thighs, Nyra looked up at Connie, and grinned brightly.
"Quivering yet? Or shall I try harder?"
She vaguely wondered if vampires could spontaneously combust from sheer arousal as the kisses stopped, and Nyra's voice floated from between her legs.
"Quivering yet? Or shall I try harder?"
Connie licked her lips as she looked down between her breasts at the amazing beauty kneeling, ready. "Quivering. Definately. Definately quivering. Definately."
The heady scent of aroused woman distracted her from laughing. Seriously she looked up into those heavy smokey eyes.
"Be sure to tell me when I do something right." She wasnt exactly nervous but still unsure of her ability to please this goddess beneith her. Having never made love to a woman she found herself falling back on the 'exploration' concept once more.
Quite pleased to find Connie's mound as clean shaven as her own, Nyra set about exploring with her fingertips.
"Tell me when I do something right," Nyra requested. Somehow Connie couldn't imagine the sexy artist between her legs doing anything "wrong." She reached out for the lone pillow - "Really must get actual pillows," she thought - and set it behind her head so she wouldn't strain her neck trying to see Nyra as she played.
She gasped and her back arched minutely as one of those seeking fingertips grazed across the peak of her slightly parted cleft. Her right hand came down to idly play against the crease between her hip and thigh, but Nyra picked it up and gently set it on the bed.
"So I'm not allowed to play just yet, hmm," Connie thought, and she slid her hands beneath the pillow, folding them together, elbows pointed out to the sides of the bed. This had the useful side effect of spreading her breasts just a little bit more on her chest, allowing her a better view of Nyra, lying between her spread legs. Those same legs still tingled from Nyra's fondling just a few moments before.
One of the voices in her head stated quite clearly, "She's worshipping your body the way you'd hoped to worship hers. Just don't forget to return the favor." Connie gasped again, almost cooing, as two fingers were dragged gently down either side of her fleshy curtains.
So here she sat, looking down upon this beautiful flower. Each restless twitch Connie made had her smiling, knowing that she had done that. Her fingertips gently traced each ridge and valley. The delicate folds were damp and caused her fingers to glide over the warm flesh. Nyra delighted in every twitch and gasp her explorations elicted from her lover.
Gently she leaned closer still and began placing soft kisses all over the skin before her. She delicately licked the warm musky dew. Emboldened by the response from Connie and her own enjoyment, Nyra licked and sucked. Her explorations led her to the small nub, which caused a glorious reaction. Meanwhile her fingers had not lain idle but instead continued to touch and stroke her lover.
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"I bet you didn't expect her to be as good with her tongue."
"Are you kidding? You felt it when she kissed me, when she laved me with it."
The fact that her mind was having one of its signature conversations didn't distract Connie from enjoying the sensations crashing against her conscious mind, generated by her arousal, her desire, and in no small part by her lover, too. Nyra's deft fingers were cautious at first, but spurred on by the vampire's gasps and coos of encouragement, they danced together in Connie's center.
And then Nyra's plush lips joined them. Kissing, licking, sucking... As concentrated as Connie's awareness was in that small region of flesh, the superheated nova of her desire, she felt herself expanding, growing - or was that the winds of pleasure? - when the tornado touched down again, and carried her away. The explosion was stronger than the first; her legs closed briefly on the artist's head as the first spasms hit. "Oh! Oh! Yes, Nyra, yes!" She heard herself calling Nyra's name as her back arched again, hips offering repeatedly her center to the artist. Her fisted hands pounded outwards onto the bed, clutching and clawing at the satin sheets.
The twister dispersed, this time without any uncontrolled mental activity. Nyra leaned back, still gently touching as Connie's heart slowed, her breathing became less ragged. Her face shiny with the vampire's essence, she smiled.
Connie reached between her legs and pulled the woman fully onto her. Her lips sought out teasing, playful, but mostly tender kisses against Nyra's. Her own tongue darting out, she cleaned the shinyness from Nyra's face, her hands caressing the rounded body above her. As her lips traveled on the artist's left jaw, something caught her eye - a tiny, sun-shaped tattoo on Nyra's earlobe. "I wonder how I missed that?" "I love your tattoo," she breathed as her tongue flicked out to caress the little piece of art.
The satin coversheet moved up slowly, attended by Connie's mind, and lay atop the entwined women as her hands came to Nyra's face. She gazed with muted desire and appreciative tenderness into those wonderful hazel orbs.
Nyra let Connie pull her up, basking in the glow of affection and passion surrounding them. The amazing kisses and caresses soothed her, while still keeping the sensuality brimming. She felt like a cup being overfilled with sensations, they did not seem to diminish as another came, but instead built higher and higher.
Those husky words wispered in her ear, caused her to shiver and quake. It was just enough to push her pulsing body into a tiny orgasam. She shivered as she lay in Connies embrace. The look on her lovers face was amazingly beautiful. Nyra felt honored that it was directed at her.
Smiling all the while she snuggled deeper into the embrace she could only say one thing.
"Wow."
Her throat was thick with emotion, causing her voice to be a husky whisper. This feeling of contentment was beyond description. When it had appeared, she did not know, but Nyra was determined to enjoy it to its fullest. An odd thought popped into her head from out of nowhere. Somehow she kept a straight, almost serious face while asking her question.
"Who's brilliant idea was it to wait till now to do this?!"
Then Nyra asked straight-facedly, "Who's brilliant idea was it to wait till now to do this?!"
Connie didn't think Nyra was being honestly serious, but she decided to play along. Lowering her chin, she kept her eyes on Nyra's as she looked bashfully through her eyelashes. "It's all mah fault, ma'am. Ah din't wanna push you inta somethin' you might notta wanted, but Ah think you answered mah concerns 'bout that heah tonight."
One of her hands came up and a finger rested against her chin, thoughtfully. "Besides, we've got you all discombobulated for your date order anyway. I hope you don't mind," she wondered aloud, as her hand dropped back to Nyra's skin, still heated, still supple and soft.
Her voice was quiety and slightly husky still but she began to talk of her latest inspiration. "Your eyes are so beautiful. They remind me of storm clouds. You know the kind that hang over a sea, that looks almost exactly like them? I will be working on that tomorrow."
With a happy sigh she snuggled deeper into the bed, half on top of Connie, half on her side. Her right hand traced patters on the beautiful skin in her reach. If she had a brush it probably would have tickled but been a masterpiece. Her eyes drifted closed as she pictured the scene.
"Not disturbingly stormy, just turbulent. Like how I felt a few minutes ago, like the world was churning with anticipation, plump with it."
Her hand slowed in its movements but did not stop entirely. Nyra was so relaxed while feeling so cherished. The soft skin of Connie's shoulder was the perfect pillow, and incidentally put her lips near one perfect peak. Placing a soft kiss on that breast was easy to do, even with her eyes closed as she drifted on a soft sea of quietude.
"Storm clouds... That's rather poetic." A rhythm began to form in her writer's mind, and soon enough matched her heartbeat, lulling her to sleep.
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Connie slept so deeply, so contentedly that any dreams were non-existent, or experienced in such a deep sleep she just couldn't remember them. But a constant tugging, a continuous pulse of warmth inside her woke her up shortly before eight...
And thankfully the automatic blinds had closed, and closed quietly...
But when her eyes opened, they found Nyra's pixie-like round face leaning before her own, a goofy look twisting her features, cracked with a smile... Connie giggled, then motion between her legs caused her to gasp.
Nyra gave her a gentle kiss as Connie's awareness solidified, and realized the motion between her legs was the artist's deft fingers, playing in her re-heated folds (had she ever truly cooled during the night? "Doubtful," she thought) and tweaking her arousal. "Good morning, lover," she mumbled against Nyra's constant softness.
She watched Connie closely for any sign of wakefullness as she played her fingers over the other woman's heat. When the goddess opened her eyes, Nyra planted a soft kiss upon her ripe lips. Grinning at the sleepy smile and husky greeting.
"Good Morning to you too! Though its hard to tell because of these shutters. Guess its needed when you work nights and sleep days."
At the thought of Connie having to work she dropped her head onto the woman's shoulder, stopped her fingers movements and let out a sad squeak. "Im throwing your working nights schedule all off, aren't I? Im so sorry!"
While she was not as daunted today, as she was last night, she was no where near familiar enough. So slow circles, long strokes, short strokes, tentative penetrations were all used to drive her lover to the brink. The slickness only added to the smooth strokes and gentle glides, adding friction.
Lowing her head back down to Connie's shoulder, loving kisses were planted all along the top portion of the breast before her. The contented feeling was still there, but now took a backseat to the urgency of pleasing her lover.
"Such a unique way to meet the day, thank you love." She squeezed her eyes together and brought her middle fingertip to the corner and wiped out some nightboogers. "Hmm," she mused, a smirk curling her lips. "How about you and me head on into that brand new, unused shower, and maybe go out today?"
She gasped as the artist's fingers dipped just inside her again. "Or we could stay here," she almost whispered as her eyes closed again.