Not Talking To Tony

By Janessa

Well, sister, I will just cut to the kiss, ok? How do I get to this point, kneeling astride Tony Ramirez, sin ropa? Involves a shower, manita. But that is another story.....

We are perhaps of compatible stature, Senor Ramirez and I, so that when we kneel together, facing each other, naked, not touching, each can feel the breath of the other. And if I lift myself a little, and put my hands into the back of his hair, he will probably find two of the better parts of my anatomy very near his lips. But I am not aware of this, I am so absorbed in his long, beautiful trencilla. With my arms around his neck, I begin to unbraid it, very slowly, no pulling, just a slow unwinding of each smooth stand. And if his lips sweep against those two parts of me, first the left, then the right, I am not distracted and continue my slow unfurling. And even if he tugs with his teeth , causing me to give a little gasp, I remain deliberate and absorbed, spreading those beautiful tresses across his shoulders, fingering each one, arranging it just so. Is benefit of expensive medical education to know the most sensitive parts of fingers, tongues, lips, etc. And so I run the sides of my index fingers along his shoulders, along the perilous lines of those tattoos, before I bring my most sensitive fingertips to his lips, which already have a very curious tension about them. I find those most vulnerable areas of lips with my fingers, the places just inside the red borders and when I have found them, I secure them with my tongue. And do so again, with a firmer tongue. And then little more rapidly. I can feel his breath change. I can feel his tongue against my teeth. Do I permit it to enter? I do not! I am a careful and dedicated worker of these now extremely tight lips. I can feel the heat of him, can feel the tension in his jaw, feel his hands tighten and search for a hold which will make me relent.

But I will not relent in this. I continue to caress with my tongue these few and precious places. But his tongue is becoming insistent. I feel his hands lift my hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, and give a little bite to the lips now exquisitely pleasured and when all is just so, I permit his tongue and all else to enter me. And our mouths do not separate until I must give that first little cry.

Then there is the second kiss.