I am Golden. 
Repost: Making Up
March 5th, 2010 by ABG received 4 Comments »I woke to a dark morning. Sunlight did not mark the start of a new day. I heard raindrops hitting my roof. A gloomy day to match my gloomy mood.
Sean and I had argued again last night. It was over something so silly, I couldn’t remember the reason. Whenever we argued, Sean would always take refuge on the lumpy couch in our living room. She knew I hated to sleep alone. It was her way of punishing me because the arguments were usually my fault.
I could hear her moving around the small house we shared. She was in the room next door to me. The room we had set up as our office. I might as well get the apology over with.
I forced myself out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I poked my head into the office. She sat in the large leather chair, hands busy on the computer keyboard. She didn’t even look up.
“Baby…” My voice trailed off. I was unsure how to continue. She shot me a quick look. I could see her brown eyes were filled with irritation. She was still mad at me. “Baby, I’m sorry…” I walked further into the room. I touched her shoulder and felt her body tense underneath my hand. Her fingers paused on the keys. A deep sigh broke the uncomfortable silence. It came from her.
“I’m tired of this. It’s like you’re always looking for a reason to stir things up.” She spun around in the big chair to face me. It was then that I noticed her nipples protruding through the thin material of her undershirt.
I could feel a tingling between my legs. I reached out and placed my hands on her lightly muscled shoulders. She pulled me into a straddling position in her lap. I looked into her eyes and saw pain there.
“I’m tired of hearing I’m sorry. You’ll have to do better than that to make it up to me this time.” My mind was fuzzy. Being so close to her, I could smell her scent. It was a mixture of citrus and mint. It had my head spinning.
I leaned in to kiss her where her scent seemed the strongest, at the base of her throat. My lips met soft skin, my tongue creeped out to lick her pulse. One hand circled around her neck, moving up the back of her nearly bald head. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Underneath me, I felt her pelvis thrust forward. A quick flash of lightening announced the presence of a storm.
As my lips moved against her skin, her sounds of approval sounded like low grunts. Almost animalistic, raw. Her hands gripped my hips, just above my waist.
“Hmmm, I like that,” I whispered softly in her ear. Three seconds later, I felt myself being pushed away. It wasn’t hard for her to read the confusion on my face.
“No, this isn’t about you. This is about you making it up to me. I’m mad at you remember?” Her smiling face contradicted the harsh tone of her words. “Beg for my forgiveness. On your knees.” She pointed to the floor.
I sank my knees into the thickly carpeted floor. She stood to remove her plaid boxers, leaving herself bare from the waist down. She sat on the edge of the chair with her legs apart exposing an already slick treasure of plump lips and a slightly erect clitoris.
I sank my face into the crevice her thighs left for me. I licked all of her moisture, swallowing after each mouthful. I wanted to go slow, to make it last, but she grabbed me by the back of my head thrusting upwards into my mouth. I took all of her thickness into my mouth, sucking before flicking my tongue quickly over her clit. Feeling her grow inside my mouth was my reward.
She leaned into the chair, her shoulders the only part of her body connecting with the lumbar supports. She exposed more of herself to me. I let my tongue slide down lower, putting pressure around her vaginal opening. A long stroke of my tongue back to her clit, I pulled it inside my mouth with my lips. Her clit was thick and hard inside my mouth, while my tongue massaged it.
“Harder,” she demanded. She pulled my hair to hold me in place. With a stiff tongue, I gave her what she asked for while moving my tongue in a horizontal motion.
“Suck. It. Hard.” Her words came out like a growl. I increased the suction, still placing pressure on her ever swelling clit. She thrust upwards hard, releasing a low gutteral groan, her body jerking in pleasure before becoming still.
I looked up at her, resisting the urge to smile. “Am I forgiven?”
I will be on The Homo Bi Exchange on hosted by Decoi Jones on BlogTalkRadio on Sunday, March 7. The show starts at 10pm, but I am told my segment should start around 11:15pm. Decoi will be discussing Lesbian Misogyny, so I encourage all of you to listen to the entire show. Click here for the show.
