Kissing Ishta
Spacegypsy1
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The Tau'ri are a passionate people. I have witnessed this on many occasions. None more profound then those years spent on the Odyssey.
However, they do not – as O'Neill would say – have a corner on the market. I am a Jaffa, and I do not lose myself to such foolishness. Usually.
The field we lay in is whispering, tall grass swaying. We do not hide, though we are hidden. I have not visited Ishta in many months. That must be why I feel resplendent, somewhat bemused, and as ColonelMitchell might say...weak as a kitten.
She is like the breeze, fragrant and swift. Like the sun, hot and burning bright. Ishta is a strong warrior. And a beautiful woman, more passionate than any I have ever known.
She lies beneath me. Lips swollen from our kisses. Eyes intense. Kissing Ishta is akin to doing battle. She is not shy about getting what she wants.
There is no subtlety when I take her mouth again. She is fierce and I find myself lost in the strength of her kiss, matching my own need to possess what she offers.
There is a tenderness mixed amongst the war of tongues and lips. She struggles to stay linked to me as I roll to my back, taking her atop me. I assist her, my fingers tangled in the web of long hair, holding her in place.
Her mewing is more like the cry of some feral animal. I do not wish to take this kiss into more intimate action. Nor do I intend to stop. I find contentment and excitement in her mouth. For now.
Breaking free she laughs like a mad woman, tossing her head back. I hold tight, not letting her completely have her way. There is much more kissing to be done.
"Jaffa!" She bellows with insistence.
I only laugh, pulling her back to once again devourer her mouth. To pillage the riches there. To crawl into the depth of her.
The sound of children's laughter in the distance stops us for an instant. We know they will find us soon. I raise a brow in challenge. Slowly she lowers her mouth, biting painfully on my lip, taking my tongue and torturing it with her teeth, teasing me with her skills. Her hands insistent on my body.
She is a witch. Knowing I cannot now go further. She torments me. She has won. And I am happy for it.