The girl with ruby lips
Oh to kiss her lips. Sun bears down as she runs through the forest. Her figure creating shadows in the trees, the rustling leaves as scattered as her thoughts. She is a woman seeking freedom with her words. She says, ‘Let’s play,’ and hides behind a giant trunk. I come up behind her and put my hands over her eyes. She yelps, jumps and takes my arms away, swinging around. Face to face, she plants a kiss on my mouth. I close my eyes and take in her scent. Fresh ripe apricot and nutmeg, her body warm.
‘You have goosebumps,’ I tell her, feeling her long arms around me.
‘I’m horny,’ is her answer. I hold her hands as I kiss her ruby lips, opening them with my tongue, hers snaking around until we are mouth on mouth, embracing in a passionate battle.
We lie on hardened surface, the mossy grass our bed. Our legs entangle as we roll around, kissing and biting furiously. I lick her ear and whisper, ‘Sweet little demon.’ She rolls me over and starts writhing on top of me, the words taking on a life of their own. She moans and cries out as her body humps mine, her face flushed, sweat trickling down her forehead. My arms are wrapped around her, the friction intensifying.
‘Ahh’, ‘oh yes god,’ ‘please,’ we stammer, our torsos binding and encapsulating. I lick her neck, her chest, while she bites at my throat, baying. Moving hip to hip, her breath quickens as the eel in my belly shoots six hundred volts. My head twists and I gasp, her body shudders as we howl, shrieking as we both cum, her wet, sticky nectar damp on my skin, my face buried beneath her dark hair.
It starts spitting rain as the day darkens into dusk, the trees intangible. We lie naked like two wood nymphs. A light wind glides over us as our eyes flutter and close.