<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Bedtime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<br/><hr/><br/>What sort of woman caught scent of another woman's arousal and sought out the taste of her skin? Her mind rallied to fulfill Aggy's sexual need, and as her hands slipped from the self-imposed bondage under the blanket they traced the silkiness of legs that had gone lonesome over the edge of the bed. They were beautiful, and Onneca seldom had opportunity to see them. The caresses of her gentle fingers traveled slow down every inch from ankle to knee, and slowed further to adore every sensitive nerve from knee to thigh, lifting cloth and exposing skin as they went.<br/><br/>"Si." Her lips pressed to the skin of a breast just above where Agatha was pinched by the texture of her nightclothes. Her hands were consumed with the rhythm of ascending the woman's legs, and so she took the ruffled neck of Aggy's shift in the firm pinch of her pink mouth. The feel of fine linen, clasped delicately in lips sensitive to the tiniest detail, was familiar to a tailor with only two hands for her work. A kittenish tug brought the ruffle juddering down the curve of Aggy's breast, and with a catch and flick across the swollen nipple she had freed one single globe. The bunching of cloth was in front of her eyes, tickling her nose, and she could not see, though her panting mouth was so very sensitive to touch. The softness of an exposed breast slipped from her kisses and yielded against the slow, firm trace of her tongue.<br/><br/>Heat needed to be released. She could hear it building in Aggy's chest and the pitch of her exhales, like a kettle going to boil. Her kisses were obscenely wet on the skin of Agatha's neck and chest, each a slippery clasp with the inner edge of her lips and a vibrating flick-flick-flick with the tip of the tongue that left moisture beaded on her rosy skin. When she felt the texture of an areola she knew to retreat a fraction of an inch, and avoid the yearning nipple. In quick succession she worked around, counting out the numbers of the clock. Three o'clock, and the quick trill of a Spanish rolling<em>rr </em>was so practiced, so effortless, and she knew just how to apply it to a tender spot of skin. It was unlike anything, and it built in the nerves behind the skin, it built in butterflies in the tummy. Four o'clock, and in response to the feeling of Agatha's flesh pushing, wanting to occupy her trilling mouth, she gave the tiniest of nips with her teeth. Five o'clock, and her lapping tongue dallied on the softest of bumps from the corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>At six o'clock the angle of her mouth changed, and so did her trill, working subtly against gravity for a firmer flick. Seven o'clock, and the fingers that had warmed Aggy's thighs splayed across the material of her panties. Eight o'clock, and the softest of cheek brushes against the electrified nipple as Onneca multitasked with delicately unwrapping her present. Nimble fingers peeled the undergarments from the skin rather than thrusting down inside. Nine o'clock, and her trilling tongue had made a full crescent so quickly that the first tingle had yet to fade. Ten o'clock, and one loving hand strayed to feel the nervousness of Aggy's tummy rippling to the surface while she made the linen underthings whisper down the tops of the tinker's thighs. Eleven o'clock, and though she must strain to complete the circle, though her fingers lingered a little slow in Agatha's panties, she delivered another with the side of her tongue, broader, a muffled "Mmh" escaping from the unclaimed tip.<br/><br/>At twelve o'clock, her slippery tongue lost traction on the softness of Aggy's breast and swerved like the wild tail of a poet's signature. It was a prelude to the final clasp of her adoring lips to the neglected nipple, a final deliverance to buy her time as she snuck those panties down tensing and untensing thighs as stealthily as a cat burglar. When Aggy was bereft of them, and they lay disregarded in the darkness, Onneca began to move on the bed. Her fingers tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear, and the first kiss of her continuing journey pecked intimate just above Aggy's navel. She was not going to stop there.<br/><br/><acronym title="You're the most beautiful girl in the world">"Eres la chica más bonita del mundo,"</acronym>she exhaled as her lips crawled across the skin,<acronym title="I could never forget you">"Nunca te olvidaré."</acronym>