The Stars in the Sky… the Comets Flashing by
by Mike Casper
After an almost ridiculous amount of time, the slow dance of our foreplay was over. I was relieved but not fulfilled. The sensual give and take of consenting adults had reached its conclusion. But I wasn’t ready to move forward. No, not me, not yet. She was looking somewhere else, caught up in the moment, but when her focus came back on me, I licked my lips and mouthed her a playful, silent kiss. Instantly, she and I were alone once more, back in our sphere. I smiled. A kiss. That’s all it took. I leered with the promise of more and saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes. The moment was extending, prolonging our oneness, and she was game.
Her eyes riveted on mine, I started low, moving my tongue, dry and raspy, ever so slowly, up the sweating, taut, curving surface. Shivers of anticipation went up my spine, and maybe hers. She licked her lips and stared, transfixed. She grabbed hold of something firm, swaying slightly. I closed my eyes and continued.
A rivulet of sweat wet my tongue; my buds caught a tang of salt and something else, something different. A gentle, musty scent curled in my nostrils. And a bitter hint of citrus. I breathed in, savoring the fragrance. It was not my first time, but this was the best so far.
I continued up, pungent and citrus mixing together, overwhelming my senses. I lingered at the rim, teasing, probing. My tongue and lips were aflame with desire. I couldn’t resist, I had to move around a little, then more. Suddenly I jumped in and dove deep. And once more. A low moan escaped from her lips. And maybe mine.
I opened my eyes and had a hard time focusing for a moment. I was lightheaded. I heard music and realized we weren’t alone.
She was very close, staring at me, nostrils flared. “Damn. You sure know how to drink a Margarita. Want another?”
I smiled. “Yes, please. Again.”
She smiled wider. We shook hands. “Welcome to Bud’s Bar and Grill. This one’s on me.”