Piscina de Calor

“You’re holding your breath again, Mira.”

Su voz atravesó el aire húmedo del estudio de masajes, baja y burlona. Estaba boca abajo sobre la colchoneta, con la frente apoyada en el vinilo frío, y podía sentir el calor de su mirada en mi espalda como un segundo sol. La habitación olía a eucalipto y sudor, y el suave zumbido del ventilador de techo no lograba refrescar el hormigueo de mi piel.

I lifted my head, met her dark eyes in the mirror propped against the wall. Lena, my yoga teacher, was kneeling beside me, her own mat rolled up under her arm. She was wearing a loose tank top that hung off one shoulder, and the thin strap of her sports bra was visible, a flash of pale blue against her tanned skin.

“No lo estoy”, dije, pero mi voz salió más entrecortada de lo que pretendía.

“You are.” She smiled, slow and knowing. “Your chest is tight. Your shoulders are up by your ears. You’re thinking too much.”

I wanted to say that thinking about her was the problem. That every time she adjusted my hip or pressed her palm into the small of my back, my mind went blank and my body went hot. That the only thing I could think about was the way her fingers would feel inside me, the way her mouth would taste on mine.

Instead, I just said, “Maybe you should fix that.”

Her smile widened. “Maybe I should.”

She moved behind me, her knees brushing my ribs as she straddled the mat. Her hands found my shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots at the base of my neck. I groaned, low and involuntary, and she laughed softly.

“See? You’re all tense.”

“That’s your fault.”

“¿En serio?” Sus dedos recorrieron mi columna, tocando cada vértebra. “¿En qué estás pensando, Mira?”

“Tú sabes qué.”

“Quiero oírte decirlo.”

I rolled over, suddenly, catching her off guard. She was straddling me now, her thighs on either side of my hips, and I could feel the warmth of her through the thin cotton of her shorts. Her eyes went wide for a second, then dark.

“Estoy pensando en lo mucho que quiero follarte,” dije, con la voz baja y firme. “Aquí mismo. Sobre esta colchoneta.”

Ella no respondió. Simplemente se inclinó y me besó.

The kiss was hungry, messy. Her tongue slid against mine, and I tasted mint and salt and something else, something warm and female. My hands found her waist, then slid up under her tank top, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach, the curve of her ribs. She shivered against me.

“Lena,” I breathed against her mouth.

“Cállate,” dijo, y me besó de nuevo.

She sat up, pulling her tank top over her head. Her breasts were bare, full, her nipples dark and hard. I reached up and cupped them, thumbs brushing over the tips, and she moaned, arching into my hands.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

“Te quiero en mi boca.”

She didn’t hesitate. She shifted, moving up my body, and I felt the heat of her pussy against my lips. She was already wet, her scent musky and sweet. I parted her folds with my tongue, tasting her, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Dios, sí. Así mismo.”

I licked her slowly, savoring her, then faster, focusing on her clit. She rocked against my face, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head.

“I’m close,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

No lo hice. Chupé su clítoris metiéndomelo en la boca, rozándolo con la lengua, y ella se vino con un grito agudo, su cuerpo estremeciéndose sobre mí. La lamí hasta que me apartó, jadeando fuerte.

“Your turn.”

Ella se deslizó por mi cuerpo, con las manos en mis muslos, separándolos. Me miró un momento, con los ojos oscuros y hambrientos, y luego bajó la cabeza. Su lengua encontró mi clítoris, y me sacudí contra su boca.

“Oh, fuck, Lena.”

Ella rió, baja y malvada, y deslizó dos dedos dentro de mí. Estaba tan mojada que podía sentirlos entrar suavemente, y gemí, dejando caer la cabeza hacia atrás. Me folló con los dedos, con la lengua aún en mi clítoris, y sentí la presión crecer, enroscándose en lo bajo de mi vientre.

“Me voy a correr,” jadeé.

“Hazlo”, dijo, con la voz ahogada contra mi piel.

I did. My orgasm ripped through me, hot and blinding, and I cried out, my hips thrusting against her hand. She didn’t stop, working me through it until I was limp and trembling.

She pulled her fingers out, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean. I watched her, my heart pounding.

“That was—” I started.

“Not done yet,” she said.

She straddled me again, but this time she positioned herself over my face, her pussy slick and glistening. She leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth—wait, no. That’s wrong. I’m a woman.

I pushed her off me, laughing, and she laughed too, a bright, surprised sound.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“No he terminado contigo,” dije, y la puse boca arriba.

I climbed on top of her, my thighs straddling hers. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my own, and I ground against her, our clits sliding together. She gasped, her hands gripping my hips.

“Oh, Dios, eso se siente—sí, justo ahí.”

I moved against her, slow at first, then faster, our bodies slick with sweat. The friction was incredible, the pressure building with every stroke. She was moaning, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing with the movement.

“I’m going to come again,” she said, her voice strained.

“Come with me.”

I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues tangling as we ground against each other. The tension built, higher and higher, until it snapped. We came together, our bodies shuddering, our cries muffled by each other’s mouths.

When it was over, we lay there, tangled and sweaty, the ceiling fan spinning overhead. She laughed, a soft, breathless sound.

“I think that was the best yoga class I’ve ever taught.”

I laughed too, pressing my forehead against hers. “I think I need a shower.”

“There’s one in the back.”

I looked at her. “Want to join me?”

She grinned, already reaching for my hand.

CATEGORÍAS: [Piscina, Yoga, Lesbianas, Estimulación digital, Lamidas de coño]