I looked up from between her legs and our eyes met and she smiled sexily at me.
“Are you trying to kill me Melanie?” she said, laughing.
I laughed with her, “I promise I wasn’t, but I don’t think it would be a bad way to go either.”
She pulled me up to her and we kissed passionately. It got me hot knowing she could taste her pussy on my mouth as we kissed.
“It’s your turn,” she said.
She laid me back on the bed and then she lay beside me. We kissed for several minutes while her hands kneaded my breasts until my nipples were fully erect. I moaned as she took one, and then the other into her mouth sucking gently.
“I love your breasts Melanie, they’re so beautiful,” she said huskily, as her mouth traveled from one of my nipples to the other.
She continued to suck on my nipples as I felt her hand move down my stomach, her fingernails gently scratching my sensitive skin, driving me crazy with lust. She then took my nipple between her teeth and gently bit down, causing me to cry out. Then she softly caressed it with her mouth, tenderly licking it, as if to sooth the pain from the bite. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire as she teased me mercilessly. She then kissed down my stomach in the same place where she scratched me, licking and caressing my skin. It was masterful the way she mixed light pain with sensual tenderness. It was as if I didn’t know which one I was going to experience next, pain or pleasure, and she always kept me guessing.
She kissed below my navel and then licked lower until she reached the top of my trimmed pubic line. I felt her thumb lightly rub my clit sending shivers throughout my body. Then, I cried out, as she simultaneously took a few of my pubic hairs into her mouth and pulled back slightly, enough to mix a little pain in with the intense pleasure she was giving me.
I watched as she slid between my legs and I opened them wide for her. Her mix of pain and pleasure foreplay was having an intense effect on me.
She gasped, “Oh God, Melanie, you’re so wet,” as she looked up, and smiled at me.
I then felt her lick the inside of my thighs and then along my puffy engorged lips.
When I’m turned on, I get very wet. I’ve never been able to squirt like I know some girls can, but I have made puddles in the bed when I’m extremely aroused.
My wetness spurred Gianna on and I felt her tongue assault my vagina. I gasped as she extended it inside of me licking the walls of my pussy. She had both of her arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me where she wanted me as she licked, sucked and probed with her mouth. My hips started to push lower as I moved my pelvis, grinding on her face in a slow rhythm. Her tongue moved with me and I could feel my orgasm start to build. She felt my body tense and her tongue moved to my clit, lapping at the tiny bud as the waves began to wash over me and I started to shake.
She held onto me tightly, never separating her mouth from my sex as I slowly began to regain control of myself. I looked down and she smiled at me from between my legs as I watched her kiss my inner thighs.
I was just about to speak when I felt her insert her fingers inside of me. My thoughts were instantly lost as her fingers slide into me and then curled upwards, causing me to gasp and cry out. She must have then inserted a third finger, because when she curled all three upwards I felt pressure and incredible pleasure that caused me to lift my ass up off the mattress. It was as if she expected it, because her mouth latched onto to me, her tongue slowly circling my clit and her fingers pressing in and out of me. Again, I moved my pelvis almost instinctively, grinding myself onto her fingers and mouth. It was almost as if I had no control of myself as I started feeling another orgasm upon me and I loudly cried out.
We took turns with each other for several more hours until we were both exhausted and I didn’t think either of us could move. We lay in bed facing each other, our legs tangled together under the sheet as we softly kissed and talked.
“I’m so thirsty, would you like some water?” I asked her.
“That would be perfect.”
I got up out of bed, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a big bottle of water for us to share.
“I hope this is okay, I said, I didn’t bring any glasses.”
“That’s fine.”
I handed her the water and she took a long drink and then handed it to me and I drank after her, feeling much better after I had re-hydrated a bit.
I slid back into bed beside her and she began tangling her legs with mine again and pulled me close as we kissed softly.
I gently moved a strand of her dark, black hair out of her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess and her face was still flushed from the hours of amazing sex, but she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
“You look so serious, what are you thinking?” she asked, quietly.
“I’m thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful woman in my bed.”
She smiled back as she leaned in and kissed me softly. I could see she was getting tired and I knew I could barely hold my eyes open.
“Goodnight, pretty girl.”
“Goodnight Mel,” she said, smiling at me one last time before she turned over, then scooted backwards until my breasts were against her back. Spooning tightly, she fell asleep in my arms.
I woke up the next morning and reached over to the other side of the bed and felt for Gianna, but she wasn’t there. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table, it was 6:30. In my grogginess, I started to worry, thinking she had left, until the smell of coffee and bacon filled my nostrils. I leisurely stretched as I continued to wake up. I felt so loose and relaxed; I guess amazing sex will do that for you.
I walked into the bathroom and used to toilet and then went to my dresser drawer and picked out short, jean shorts, and what my older brothers always used to jokingly refer to as a white, ‘wife beater’ tank top. I thought Gianna would like the way my pink nipples poked through the thin material.
I walked out into the living room and then into the kitchen, everything she was cooking smelled delicious. She heard me come in and smiled at me. I walked up to her and hugged her tightly. We kissed softly and my hands roamed down to her ass. She was wearing one of my night shirts, that came down to the top of her thighs and she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Good morning Mel,” she said, smiling radiantly at me.
“Good morning, you’ve been busy, what time did you get up?”
“About 5:30, I’ve never been able to sleep in late, so I made a pot of coffee and then started to make breakfast. I was just about to go in and wake you.”
“Everything smells wonderful.”
She poured me a big, steaming cup of coffee. I got into the fridge and pulled out a small container of half and half and poured a few tablespoons into the mug. She had just finished scrambling some eggs and I heard the toast pop up.
“I’ll butter the toast, if that’s okay Chef Gianna,” I said, jokingly.
“Thank you, everything else is ready,” she said, and sexily patted my ass.
We took our plates to the dining room table and sat down next to each other. We smiled at each other as we ate, I felt so comfortable with her. She looked so beautiful; her hair was a bit disheveled, but her brown eyes sparkled and she had such great skin. No one should be allowed to look that perfect this early in the morning.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” she asked, in between bites of scrambled egg.
“There is this sexy Italian girl that I had planned on spending the day with.”
I didn’t really have any plans. Because we had just finished with midterms, I didn’t have any homework that I had to complete over the weekend, so for the first time in a long time, the weekend was mine.
She reached over and touched my arm, smiling back at me.
“I have to work tonight from four to ten, but other than that, I’m all yours.”
“We can do anything you’d like Gianna, my treat.”
I looked into her eyes and noticed she was looking around the apartment. I felt bad that I didn’t finish unpacking the boxes in the living room. It must have made a bad first impression and I didn’t want her to think I was some ne’er-do-well that couldn’t keep a clean house.
“I’m sorry for the mess. I just got the last of my things moved over yesterday and I didn’t have time to get everything put away before we met last night.”
She squeezed my hand, “Oh no, I wasn’t thinking that at all. It’s so peaceful here. I’m used to my roommates, running around screaming, and when they have their boyfriends over it’s even worse. It’s so serene, I really love being here with you.”
I gently squeezed her hand, “I really love you being here.”
She thought for a moment.
“What I’d like to do today is absolutely nothing. Well, maybe we can lay out on your balcony and catch some sun, but other than that, I’d just like to spend the day with you.”
“That sounds like the perfect way to spend a Saturday.”
“Can I ask you something?” she said, hesitantly.
“Ask me anything.”
“Did James really get this apartment for you?”
I looked down, feeling embarrassed by her question.
“He did.”
I probably should have stopped talking at that point, but I didn’t want her to think there were things she couldn’t ask me, or that we couldn’t talk about.
“Sometimes he tries to do too much Gianna. I think he knows I have feelings for him, and he’s made it very clear that those feelings will never be returned, so he overcompensates by giving me things that I don’t ask for,” I said, looking down. “But, I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy them.”
She squeezed my hand again. “You deserve everything he’s given you, don’t ever think you don’t deserve the best of everything Melanie,” she said, as she leaned in and kissed me. “I’m going to go grab a shower, I feel like some pretty blonde spent several hours between my legs last night.”
I smiled at her as our lips touched in a soft, passionate kiss. I couldn’t help thinking how comfortable I felt around her as I watched her walk into the bedroom, her sexy bottom sashaying from side to side. Just as she was about to disappear from my view, she paused, turned, and gave me a sexy ‘come hither’ smile.
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