[M] Unravel My Yarn (1/1)

Waking up was something I dreaded for so long, all the work that awaited me, all the noise of busy people that erupted through the windows surrounding me. Today, there is no such noise and there is also no work awaiting me. Right now, waking up involves an arm loosely hugging my waist, black hair tickling my skin, and warm breath fanning the side of my neck. I turn my head and meet the face I've studied so well for the past few years.Every little mole, every little inch with a story of its own, her unique nose, her eyes and lips in a relaxed state, her face covered in furious strands of hair. Our bodies are covered in nothing but white sheets, completely bare underneath, relying on our body heat to stay warm during the spring winds. Sunlight spreads across the room and I welcome it by escaping from the mess of sheets, only to turn to the less enthusiastic woman beside me."Hi," I say with a soft grin planted on my face."Hey," Momo responds with similar grin growing on her face, soon to blossom.I step off the bed with a hand beckoning her to join me. We follow a similar routine whenever we're together, which involves showering together whenever we feel our bodies yearn for more of each other.The shower head sprinkles droplets of cold water onto the tiles and floor, some land on my torso and arms as I watch Momo step into the shower. Showering together involves distractions, like the way she looks with water dripping from her hair and down her body. My eyes cannot help but notice her breasts and the way they sit on her figure, how they move slightly with every step she takes, and her toned arms that tighten whenever she runs her hands through her hair.By the time I've mentally worshipped her entire body, she giggles at me, smiling lowly. Embarrassment trickles down my spine. She offers me suggestive glances, her lack of words isn't surprising as her eyes meet my lips. Heat rushes down my body, strong enough to cause butterflies in my stomach."Wash me?" she asks.I immediately take the soap and rub it in my hands, then press them softly to her chest, lathering it on her shoulders. My hands then land on her breasts, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration, making sure they stay there as long as they can. She puts my hair behind my ear with gentle fingers as I proceed to her hips to relieve the tension she often gathers there. She hums and I can feel her eyes bore into me when I quietly slide my soapy hands down her legs. I sit on my knees, ignoring the discomfort, cleaning her as asked. The eye contact and silence is never brief like the growing ache between my legs.She smiles down at me once I've finished and then I watch her bend down to place her hands onto my waist. She pulls me up and into a kiss, ignoring how we are now standing directly under the water. I let her tongue lick all the corners of my mouth, let her bruise my lips eagerly. I know that she wants so much of me and I want even more of her. My hands meet the back of her neck and hers reach up to cup my face, caressing my jaw.When we pull away, I want to dive straight back in, but I don't. It's too early, we can't let this moment go further even though I would love to let it go the furthest. But I pull myself together and slowly let go of Momo. She does too, giving me the sweetest smile that almost makes me change my mind and attack her lips again, but I hold back.I proceed washing myself in front of her. Her eyes are fixated on the way I lather the soap on myself, especially when I have my hands on my chest. I watch her with a proud grin as I slowly rub and spread soap across my breasts. I can't help myself whenever her body is near mine. I'd do anything for her eyes to sink into me, they're enough for me to want her soft hands all over me.After a while of further teasing and kissing, we get settled in the living room, eating raspberries. I watch as her fingers elegantly move to pick one, hair in a messy half up half down bun with little hairs falling to her cheeks. As she parts her lips, I remember all the other times I watched her part her lips. I have to cringe at myself whenever I have these thoughts that are anything but innocent. There's that sensation I'm harbouring deep within me again.She stares at me longingly, grinning softly as she bites into the ripe and sweet fruit. I closely watch as she licks her lips to wipe off any pink juices that exude from the small berry. Can I contain it any longer? Or will my body implode within itself if I deny her ever so gentle actions? Her fingers are decorated with a raspberry each, something that she has always done and I find so insanely adorable. Putting raspberries on her fingers like little hats. I take her wrist and eat the one on the tip of her ring finger."Good?" she asks me."Great, lots of juice," I answer, making her giggle.I feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time, always experiencing a little near-death moment whenever she giggles. She keeps her finger near my mouth, gently stroking my lips, dragging my bottom lip down, exposing my gums. I quickly bite her finger softly but just enough to watch her cheeks turn pink and her pupils dilate."You're so beautiful," she then says in awe as my hand holds her wrist tighter.I smile to show her how grateful I am for her words, her words that dangle in my mind every time, all the time. We move closer to each other, locking lips again, hungrier than the last time if that is even possible. I push away and she gives me a longing look, tilting her head. My hand is firm on her nape as I lean in to leave kisses along her neck. I hear her giggling, she always feels ticklish when I do this.Between the giggling and playfully pushing me away, I spot her hand stealthily trying to unbutton her top. I help her do that, seeing the breasts I couldn't tear my eyes away from earlier. One hand cupping and caressing her left breast, I use my mouth on her other breast. I glance up to see her bite her lip to refrain from letting out any noise. I move lower, peppering her stomach with little kisses before I reach her sweatpants."May I?" I ask her.She quickly nods. So I slide the pants down and free her body, pushing them down until they're completely off. My eyes land on the sight right in front of me, underwear wet enough for me to see through clearly."Take them off," Momo says, pausing in between words to control the way her body begs, trying to sound confident even though she knows that a single touch from me would suffice.I do as she says, removing her last piece of clothing and slowly putting pressure on her sex with a single finger, watching her weak and pleading attempt to buckle her hips towards me. But I'm quick to give in. Slowly creating friction with two fingers, I watch as she lets a moan escape her lips, followed by praising. I love it when she praises me with those sweet words of hers. I watch her as I continue, head lying comfortably on her thigh, rubbing her clit in a restricted circular motion. I admire the noises that escape her mouth."Open your mouth and," she pants, "lick me."Within seconds I put my tongue flat on her sex, watching her until she motions for me to move. A small look, and I know exactly what she wants from me. I start licking and sucking her clit, her wetness coating my lips as she moves her hips up and down my mouth, grinding against my face. Moaning and cursing my name, her echos stain the walls.Eventually she stops moving, letting me finish her off, allowing me and only me to control when she cums. Her climax approaches as my hand weakly sits on her stomach, feeling the way her muscles clench whenever I hit a good spot. Her hand grabs onto my hair. Once she releases all over my lips, she wastes no time to pull me up and kiss me, telling me that she misses my mouth."My turn?" she then asks.But I know that it's not a question. She would never let me go without returning the feeling. So, I oblige, expecting her to stuff a hand down my pants and stick her lips to my neck. But she doesn't. Instead, she gets up. I watch her walk away with only her unbuttoned top hanging off a shoulder before she removes it completely, letting it fall to the floor along the way. Her ass is nice, I think but don't say it out loud.Not long after, she returns with a bag and watches my nervous figure, smiling at me lovingly. I suddenly run out of patience and remove my pants while she digs into the bag. I was honestly expecting something else, but then she pulls it out, a harness with a strap-on attached to it, and lube in the other hand. I have to admit that she looks so hot but shy at the same time, eyes still on mine, waiting for my reaction like a little puppy."I didn't know we had one of those," I question her playfully."I got it for special occasions." She is now standing between my thighs with her hands glued to my waist."What makes today special?""You," she states and shrugs with a grin plastered on her face. She then grabs the harness again and adjusts it around her hips before stroking the strap with lube. "Tell me what to do, okay? I don't know how this works but I want to make you feel good.""You're talking as if I know."Soon enough, she hovers over me, imprisoning me between her arms, and starts rubbing the toy on my sex slowly, looking at my face for any sign of discomfort. She looks so mesmerizing, so attractive that I barely acknowledge her entering inside. All I can look and think about are her parted, plumb lips as she slowly moves in and out of me. But my breath still hitches. She watches closely as I gasp and hold onto her shoulders with a tight grip."I love you," I manage to blurt out out while she strokes into me so slow it's intoxicating.She lowers herself with a smile and presses her cheek against mine, never allowing herself to lose the stable rhythm. Although I'm already out of breath and energy, I use the last bit of my power to lift my head and kiss the corners of her collarbone all the way to her shoulder. I feel her breathing get just as uneven as mine, but I also feel her getting faster. My hands move from her shoulders to her waist and my fingers dig into it to create little crescent moons. That's also when I let out the first moans and curses under my breath."Feels good?" she asksI can't bring together a response as I concentrate on my nearing climax instead, simply riding out how good I feel.She pinches the plush of my hip, not hard enough to bruise but enough to sting. "Does it?"I whine, "Yes, honey, so good."The sensation sends chills down my spine. Her reassurance, the way she doesn't go too fast just so I can feel it for as long as I can, it's all so unreal. She is so unreal. My entire body feels like it's going to melt and then I'm suddenly releasing, my whole body lifting on its own. She tugs at my strings once and the yarn always comes undone.She keeps the toy deep inside of me at first, watching me sink into the bed and gradually calm down, but then I gently push her away by her hips because it's just too much. I'm scared that I'll release again just at the thought of Momo keeping the strap inside of me. So, she sits up and slowly pulls out. She watches my sex continue clenching around absolutely nothing as she removes the harness.She then hovers over me again and I hold her waist, caressing her sides. My fingers also brush against her abs and I notice how flexed they are. I lift my head to look down and I truly see the sexiest sight ever. Her abs are so visible due to how active she was, thrusting inside of me with such stable and fast movements. I truly fail at catching my breath because every part of her body that I look at takes my breath away.I give her a glance to see if she is going to tease me for ogling her, but that's not what's happening. Instead, she is looking down at my hardened nipples poking through my shirt and the rise and fall of my chest. But when our eyes meet, she leans down to kiss me.She might continue touching me now, or perhaps I could touch her, we could unravel each other's yarn, and things would be wonderful likey they always are.