Erotic Fiction: Scissoring
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Noémie and I watched the sun fall beneath the horizon beyond the hill of the park, the fiery ball descending into a sea of blues and pinks and purples. As minutes melted into hours, the people seated on the dewing grass around us rose from their spots and disappeared to their homes. Eventually, not a soul was in sight; it was just me, her, and the gradually loudening sound of crickets chirping all around us.
I sighed, laying down on the blanket we had spread out beneath us, feeling the cool ground through to my back. The temperature change was the perfect antidote to stop me from falling asleep with such quiet and tranquillity. A moment later, Noémie lowered herself down beside me and took my hand in hers.
In the darkening sky above, clouds floated overhead in thin whisps. Each string of clustered water droplets disappearing more and more as the night began to settle over the park.
“Do you want to go home?” I asked, propping myself up with my elbow.
“No, Yoruba, let’s stay a while longer.” Her eyes were closed as she spoke, long eyelashes resting against her high cheekbones. I lowered myself down and turned my gaze back up to the sky.
Everything was silent now, nighttime fully descended on us. The moon shone brightly, a nearly full pale white orb surrounded by stars. It was beautiful, romantic, even. I moved to a sitting position, rolling onto my knees and standing up beside where Noémie rested. I stretched my arms up, letting out a long yawn that sent me up onto my tippy toes. Then, with a last look around the park to ensure we were alone, I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to my ankles.
In a split second, they were kicked to the side, my underwear following suit. Then my t-shirt yanked over my head. My bra unhooked and cast aside. When I leaned back down on the blanket beside Noémie, I took her hand in mine and placed it on my bare leg, running it upward towards my hip.
Her eyes fluttered open, pupils adjusting to the darkness around us. She chuckled. “Oh, hello.”
“Hi.” Her hands moved to the buttons of her black cargo pants, but I lowered myself over her, removing them carefully and pulling them off her body one leg at a time. It wasn’t much work or much time before she, too, was naked. I watched as her nipples hardened from the chilly air, felt the goosebumps rise under my hands from where they grasped her slender thighs.
Noémie inhaled sharply the moment my tongue ran along the length of her, my face nestled between her legs. She let out a low groan, hips moving upwards to meet my mouth in earnest. I brought her to the brink of orgasm, to the point where my lips were coated in her wetness, and all I could hear were her muffled moans, then pulled away. I, myself, was wet. I craved her body, craved the closeness of our skin against one another.
Following her lead, I allowed Noémie to take my ankles in her hands as she guided my legs apart. She slid herself between my legs, locking my body in place the moment our pussies were pressed to each other. My breathing became ragged as she ground against me, her body circling against mine slowly, erotically. The noises escaping her lips brought me deeper into the moment as I fell into a dizzying spell of pleasure.
I was edging towards a climax. The long fingers of the building sensation crawled through me from that heavenly point of contact, through my stomach, and clutched at my wildly beating heart. My name poured from her over and over again like a chanted prayer, her voice barely above a whisper, until I heard her — felt her — tip over the edge. As I gyrated against her, her ankles in my hands, I knew that I was not far behind. Then it came suddenly, washing through and over my body in a long wave.
Noémie reached between us as I did, her fingers moving expertly over our clits, extending our orgasms until we were both left limp and breathless on the ground. Several minutes passed as we waited for our breath to return to normal. Once again, I reverted my attention to the cool late summer breeze rustling through the long grass, the sound of Noémie’s breath whistling in and out of her nose, and the sensations of pure bliss finally settling in my stomach.
