Edna With Shalini After A Hard Time - Part 1
I shed my clothes across the bathroom floor en route to the shower. While I lathered, it was impossible not to think of the times I’d showered with shalini, occasions when our lust for one another had fueled starkly erotic encounters. I missed her so much. I needed her touch, her desire, her love. My craving for those things was a gnawing hunger, making me restless and edgy. I had no idea how I was supposed to fall asleep when I didn’t know when I’d get a chance to talk to shalini again. Wrapping a towel around me, I left the bathroom— shalini stood just inside my closed bedroom door. The sight of her spurred a reaction so abrupt it was like a physical blow. My breath caught and my heart lurched into an excited rhythm, my entire being responding to the sight of her with a potent rush of yearning. It felt like years since I’d last been with her, instead of a mere hour. My chest expanded on a deep breath, my body responding to the proximity of her. Even though she stood several feet away, I could feel the heady attraction, the magnetic pull of being near the other half of my soul. It’d been that way with us from the very first meeting, both of us inexorably drawn together. We’d mistaken our ferocious mutual captivation for lust until we realized we couldn’t breathe without each other. “It’s killing me,” she said gruffly. “Being without you. Missing you. I feel like my fucking sanity depends on you, Blessy, and you want me to be happy about that?” My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and she growled, sending a shiver through me. “Well … I’m happy about it.” Tilting my head to the angle she wanted, shalini took my mouth with searing possession, tasting me with slow, deep licks. Her passion and hunger exploded across my senses, and I whimpered, my hands tangling in her sweatshirt. Her answering groan vibrated through me, tightening my nipples and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. I melted into her, my hands pushing the cap from her head so that my fingers could sink into the silky black mane of her hair. I fell into the kiss, swept away by the lush carnality of it. A sob escaped me. She rubbed the tip of her nose against me, her hands sliding reverently along my bare arms—hands with proverbial blood on them, which only made me love her touch all the more. “Thank you,” I whispered. Her eyes closed. “God, when you left tonight … I didn’t know if you’d come back … if I’d lost you—” “I need you, too, Blessy.” “I won’t apologize. I’d do it again.” Her grip tightened on me. “Touch me.” The words were an order, but her tone was a plea. “I am.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand around. She thrust her boobs shamelessly into my palm, grinding. My fingers curled around the thick, heavy boobs, my pulse quickening at the realization that she was commando beneath her sweats. “God,” I breathed. “You make me so hot.” Her light brown eyes were fierce on my face; her cheeks flushed and her sculpted lips parted. She never tried to hide the effect I had on her, never pretended that she had any more control over her response to me than I had to her. It made her dominance in the bedroom all the more exciting, knowing that she was similarly as helpless to the attraction between us. My chest tightened. I still couldn’t believe that she was mine, that I got to see her this way, so open and hungry and sexy as hell … Shalini tugged my towel open…. She inhaled sharply when it hit the floor and I stood before her completely naked. “Ah, Blessy.” Her voice throbbed with emotion, making my eyes sting. She yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Then she reached for me, stepping carefully into me, prolonging the moment when our bare skin would touch. She gripped my hips, her fingers flexing restlessly, her breathing quick and harsh. The tips of my breasts touched her first, sending a sudden rush of sensation through my body. I gasped. She crushed me to her with a growl, lifting my feet from the floor and carrying me backward toward the bed. My thys hit the mattress and I landed on my butt, falling to my back with shalini leaning over me. She hitched me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before she settled atop me. Her mouth was on my breast before I knew it, her lips soft and warm, the suction fast and greedy. She plumped the heavy weight in her hand, kneading I’ve missed you,” she groaned. Her skin was hot against my cool flesh, her weight so welcome after the long nights without her. I hooked my legs around her calves and shoved my hands beneath her waistband to grip her taut, soft big ass. I tugged her into me, arching my hips to feel her pussy through the cotton that separated us. Wanting her finger inside me, so that I’d know for certain she was mine again. “Say it,” I coaxed, needing the words she swore were inadequate. She pushed up and looked down at me, gently brushing my hair back from my forehead. She swallowed hard. Rearing, I caught her beautifully etched mouth in a kiss. “I’ll say it first: I love you.” she closed her eyes and quivered. Wrapping her arms around me, shalu squeezed so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. Lifting my head, I took her mouth, our kiss flavored with the salt of my tears. My lips moved desperately over her, as if she’d be gone at any second and I had no time to get my fill of her. “Blessy. Let me …” she cupped my face, licking deep into my mouth. “Let me love you.” “Please,” I whispered, my fingers linking behind her neck to capture her. She lay hot and heavy against the lips of my sex, the weight of her the perfect pressure on my throbbing clit. “Don’t stop.” “Never. I can’t.” Her hand cupped my buttock, lifting me into a deft roll of her hips.