Free Psyche Moon by Chrissie Buhr Page A

and the soap lathered in her hands and over my skin. My hands pressed against the shower walls, I closed my eyes at her ministrations. Working her way down, she caressed and cleansed. Other than her hands, she barely touched me, her breasts grazing my skin occasionally and her breath more than her lips raising the hairs on my arms.
    God, what she could make me feel with even the slightest touch. She brought me instantly to arousal as soon as we wanted it. Foreplay was only part of it – what we felt together was everything. It wasn’t just her body and her loving – her mind pushed me towards an unbelievable passion. The whole package was intoxicating, and sometimes during sex I couldn’t tell her thoughts from mine.
    “Sadie, turn around.” I obeyed without hesitation, and she began on my front, starting at my feet and making her way up. Seeing her kneeling at my feet, I felt incredibly vulnerable. She paused at my sex, gently teasing while she cleaned, lingering in the folds she found. Her mouth pressed against it, and it almost ended there – or began there, however you want to think about it.
    Yet she managed to finish the job, provoking the nerves in my nipples on the way. Finally face to face, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer, and neither could I. Touching her for the first time since entering the bathroom, I felt her body respond before I even touched it. She pressed against me while leaving the upper body free for physical endearments.
    Reaching for her lips with my own, I slid my tongue inside, losing myself in her taste. As she responded, I reached around with one hand – the other still fondling a breast – and found her ass as firm and perfect as I remembered. As I grabbed it, pulling her into me, I could feel the muscles flexing beneath.
    I didn’t know how much more I could take before I would explode, and I wanted her to writhe beneath my hands before that happened.
    Inserting my other hand between us, I found what I was looking for and gently massaged her labia. Her folds were warm and moist, and her breath quickened when I entered the tip of a finger, all that I could manage in the position we were in.
    “Sadie. More. Please.” She begged. Leaving her lips reluctantly, I lowered myself until I found her breasts. Her mind told me what she wanted, and I eagerly obliged: a tongue across a nipple followed by a gentle nip. As my teeth grazed her tits, her fingers touched my own, and I might have climaxed right there had I wanted to.
    I wanted more of her than I had, so I knelt in front of her, my eyes level with her red curls. Gripping my wet hair between her fists, she longed to touch me, but the moment was mine.
    Entering her with a single finger from behind at the same time as from the front with my tongue, she gasped, her body tensing in the sudden ecstasy. It urged me further, tasting her, feeling her, wanting her. Gentle motions in and out while my tongue flicked her clit repeatedly, she panted at my efforts. Easing a second finger in only increased the effect, my spare hand holding her against me.
    Her body began to shake as I increased the rhythm of the thrusts. Without warning, I inserted a third finger and increased the intensity of the thrusts at the same time. Her hips tilted towards me in invitation, and I knew she was nearly there. Nothing held her back except her will to make this the best orgasm of her life, and for that I needed one more thing.
    As I grazed her clit with my teeth, I simultaneously felt a contraction beneath my mouth and hand and her orgasm in her mind, intense and euphoric all at once. Intensifying the thrusts as well as the oral torture, she came with me in her, then melted around me.
    Withdrawing, I could feel her ecstasy and hear her breathing begin to slow. “Sadie. Sadie.” She couldn’t seem to say anything else, and that was fine with me. I loved the satisfied way she said my name.
    Standing, I brushed my lips against hers and felt the water begin