The Wonder of it All

I lifted my head from between Amanda’s legs and gasped for air.
She was wet;
my face was covered with her juices,
as her face was covered with mine.
I rolled off to lie on my side and stare at her sex. I fingered myself so she could watch.

Amanda liked to watch.
She pushed me over; onto my back, turned
and straddled my chest.
When she leaned forward to spread my legs wider, I was presented with a spectacular view of her ass.

Her little pink anus,
nestled deep in the crevice of her darker skin,
clenched and unclenched, puckered and relaxed
like a metronome.
Despite my best efforts, I could not reach it with my tongue. She was teasing me,
and she knew it.

Now both hands were between my legs
working furiously,
urgently.
The pressure – building – I neared climax.

When it was time, I moaned, the movement of my fingers continued,
faster
in tighter circles than before.
Involuntarily my knees came together and I twisted at the waist. My toes were curled, my eyes were closed, my lower lip was clamped
between my teeth.

“Oh, you’re bleeding,” she breathed as our lips touched
and she sucked the crimson droplet from where it had
run onto my chin.
“Does it hurt?” she kissed me. Then she kissed me again and smiled.

A beautiful smile. A spray of freckles across her nose.