Tori and Tris - Twenty Two Point Two - Bonus smut

Tris broke off the all consuming passionate kiss we had been sharing, one which rendered us wet, distracted and breathless. While I sank back onto the pillows, she sat up and crossed her legs, dragging her hair back from her face and trying to get her breath back. She coloured somewhat, flicking me an odd sort of look, "Tori," she began hesitatingly. I ran my hand along her thigh in what I hoped was a supportive, encouraging gesture. "Tori," she tried again, "I want to know how to make love to you the way you do me," she was a deeper shade of pink but resisted the urge to hide her embarrassment, "I frequently try to, but you always turn the focus back to me. Please, can you find a way to let me…" here she sort of tailed off.

I sat up, likewise crossing my legs directly opposite and placed my hands on her knees, "Tris, I am very satisfied with the way we are together, the things we do…" She cut me off saying, "No, Tori - I want to know, particularly, specifically, how to please you. You're not going to put me off, to avoid this." "I am, Tris" I reply somewhat surprised by her high emotion, "You think I am pissing in your pocket?" "Well," she began somewhat censured. I reach out to touch her cheek and shift a little closer, "I am telling you, ok?" "Oh, Sorry, Thank you" she murmured, shaking her head.

I inched closer and moved my fingers to her jaw and traced a line to her chin, tilting her face so that our eyes meet, I speak slowly, "I love the way you look at me. I love your kisses." I scoot forward until our knees are touching. "I love the closeness between us. The long make out sessions where I can never be sure whether it's going to evolve into something more or evaporate momentarily." I take one hand and place it at the base of my head, "I really like your hands in my hair." Tris is watching me, I know she is becoming increasingly aroused, as am I, but I am confident she will miss nothing.

I reach under Tris' knees and lift her legs, inching closer to her. I fold our legs so that one of mine is over and the other is under and drag her into me, my intention cannot be mistaken. "While I really like it when you kiss my neck, just here" and show her the particular spot beneath my chin and to one side, "But that cannot be compared to how I feel when you breathe near my ear," I take her other hand and hold her palm to my breast, I guide it firmly, rubbing it up and down slowly over my whole breast. My mouth is now dry and my voice is gravelly but I continue, "And that cannot be compared with having your tongue in my ear, which I can't stress enough is extremely, dangerously effective."

Tris begins dragging her nails slowly through my hair, in a slow repetitive motion that threatens to draw me into some kind of trance. I close the remaining space between us, our individual wetness, resulting from our earlier kissing and rolling around, becomes a single moist organism. In the moment we connect, nothing more can be said or heard, until we regain our equilibrium. Although neither of us move against the other, our excitement has taken a critical turn. We can each only manage to breathe in and out and observe the subtle yet distinct signs of our heightened arousal, we see our own desire in each other, our dilated pupils, flushed skin, shiny with perspiration.

I begin moving her hand over my breast again but the movement is subtle producing exquisite effects. I resist the urge to kiss her, to move against her because I know it will all be over immediately and I am intent on satisfying Tris' request for knowledge. "There is something else I enjoy very much, Tris. Under the bed - don't move now, there is a box." I move her hand against my breast so that as it moves up my nipple becomes caught in the web between her thumb and the side of her hand. Now, as the initiator of that particular action, I knew it was coming, but my breath catches regardless.

"There is a black latex dildo that I am fond of." I lean forward so slowly to drag my lips across hers without causing any friction between our lower extremities. "More often than not I enjoy being teased, having the power of its effects withheld. Having it dragged across my clit in uneven movements, threatening yet refusing to satisfy me." I kiss her again, a different kind of kiss, this one a sort of chaste, pressing together and holding for a moment.

I was either unable or unwilling to avoid creating the slightest friction between us, causing both the need to drag in several ragged breaths. "But there are other times, post orgasm particularly, when I like to have it driven into me roughly, deeply, without mercy - while your tongue is in my mouth" I press her thumb into the side of her hand crushing my nipple, and moving against my whole breast at the same time. I could come at any moment, I am so turned on, but I try to push on.

I reluctantly take her hand from my neck and position it on my waist, snaking it around my back where, to one side of the small of my back, is a tender spot. I curl her fingers and show her where to drag her nails which has the effect of causing me to buck my hips - the effect between us is electric. I am no longer willing to wait, I smack my mouth against hers and grab her ass with both hands lifting her, pulling her into me roughly.

We are equally ravenous for each other and greedy for relief, we are bucking and throwing, seeking out every possible source of friction, and searching desperately for each other's mouths. I can hear Tris' cries over the top of mine, "Tris, I cannot wait," I choke out and she breathes "Don't" into my ear and I explode. It takes me so suddenly that her name is torn from my throat and I cant even be sure that she has come as well. I seem to have no control over any part of my body, I cant open my eyes, I can't cease the slow, gentle repetitive movements I continue to make against her. I can feel Tris' hand on my neck and the other at my back holding me to her. I don't recall her making the adjustment but I am glad she has, else I suspect I may have floated away into the atmosphere, never to return.

When I finally stop moving, Tris disentangles her body from mine, taking care not to disturb my fragile recovery, she ducks under the bed and tugs forward the box, raking through it she finds what she is looking for. She drags the dildo across her own opening, making entirely sure that it will be well lubricated and moves to her knees before me. I lean back on my hands, pull her left hand round to the small of back to support me and I place my feet along side hers, digging my heels into the bed.

I am as prepared as I care to be for the anticipated assault being lovingly prepared for me. With my hand over hers, I show her how to locate my opening from the top rather than the bottom, avoiding any awkward encounters. Remembering every word of my very specific directions, Tris presses her hand into my back, taking my weight from my hands and bearing me easily across her thighs. She leans in, and as I am momentarily distracted by her tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, Tris slides the dildo straight into me in one long, swift movement.

Well, kill me now. I ride that dildo until I can no longer manage to maintain the rhythm I require, I throw myself back against the mattress pulling her forward, encouraging her to show me no mercy. I feel the tension building, I generously invite, that is to say, I nudge Tris' head down toward my clit and she needs no encouragement. She must have been paying closer attention than I anticipated, in her previous semi conscious raptures, because her technique was exquisite and the effects were sublime.

Without missing a beat with her instrument, her tongue easily found the surface immediately beneath my clit, and applied a soft but certain pressure. It was a feeling I was unfamiliar with, a sort of indirect stimulation that was wonderfully distracting and intoxicating. I began to resist moving my hips so that I could appreciate Tris's tongue just glancing the bottom of my clit, coaxing it out. It obeyed her, a shy, swollen, sensitive, volatile bead of nerves.

She licked me, her tongue wet and soft, round and round with increasing pressure and speed, whipping me into a frenzy. I began moving against her, I propped myself up on my elbows and scraped my nails against her scalp, watching the top of her head as she provided me with such generous, loving pleasure, "Tris, I am ready, baby, fuck me hard." She did and I subsequently ejactulated, fresh hot fluid spilling down her hand, she held her tongue against my clit feeling it release all its pent up tension, shivering and shuddering, like the rest of me, completely spent.

She slides out of me and like I have done for her, she covers me with a sheet and curls up against me, holding me, feeling extremely pleased with herself and very happy for me. When I can finally speak, I say "And that's how it's done." She showered me with affectionate little kisses, both a little high after the electrifying experience. "I'm not convinced," she started to say and unexpectedly ducked under the bed - alarmed, so thoroughly satiated I am entirely unable to consider any further action, I implore her, "Tris, my god, I'm only human." She grins, lights a fag a places it between my lips. Ah, bliss.