Lips
More than meets the eye.
More than meets the eye.
Lit by one candle in the room, and Joni Mitchell wafting in from the living room, they lay naked on their sides, looking at each other.
“What are the three physical things you look for in a woman?” she asked.
Not missing a beat: “Lips, tits, and ass.”
Her lips parted slightly as she smiled: “Lips, huh?”
“Yes …the ones on your face.”
She smiled bigger, and playfully hit him: “Why?”
“Hm, lips. I dunno. I never thought about it.”
“Well, why do you think?”
He rolled onto his back, closed his eyes, and thought about it. She shifted to slide her head onto his shoulder and placed her left hand on his chest, and ran it through his chest hair.
After a minute or so: “I guess I love the shape of a woman’s lips. I like round, full lips. They’re sexy.” She felt him shrug. “Not fake Calogen injected lips. I like a woman to work with what she has. And I’m not too fond of lips that pout. Unless you’re a child, children can pout, not adults.”
“Agreed.”
“Lips are one of our tools for expression. They can tell you all you need to know about your partner’s mood and their feelings for you. They’re the vehicle to express, that can, express emotions. When you smile, your lips part, and each side goes up. When you’re sad, your lips go down. When you’re angry, your lips narrow and you suck them in. When you’re hungry, you lick your lips. When you laugh, your lips open and let out that expression.”
She moved her hand down towards his stomach: “What else?”
“Well, when you’re with someone, lips can be the conduit to take the temperature of what they feel for you. Feelings can be transmitted through the lips. A firm lipped short kiss may mean they have a lot on their mind or they’re not entirely present, not into you at that moment, or worse, not anymore. A soft tender, lipped kiss may be inviting you to pull them closer. Then there’s that moment when your kissing grows more passionate and your mouths part simultaneously to let your tongues duel — which can provide the demarcation point as to what happens next. You also can’t fake a kiss. I mean, you can, but if you’re connected enough, it’s transparent.”
Without looking up at him, she said: “Like when you see me after we haven’t seen each other for a while, and you’re all weird when you kiss me?”
“Yes. I’m re-calibrating, you pointed that out to me. You somehow knew that’s all it was. Because … that’s all it was.”
Her hand slid slower down, and she grazed him as he stiffened: “Very true.”
“And then lips can carry kisses messages that mean different things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, there’s the seemingly perfunctory kiss of the couple that’s been together forever, but in their lips, in that kiss, are memories and feelings we know nothing about. You kiss the head of a child as a sign of affection or to soothe. Then you have the kisses on the cheek that can be for friends and family, and even for your partner as a sign of affection.”
She shifted her head up to kiss him on the cheek: “So it’s kissing that you love.”
“Well, you can’t kiss without lips. I would argue that lips are the gateway to a woman’s heart and her soul. And then, of course, there’s that moment when you’re going to cum, and you say ‘Kiss Me!’”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’d love to have a picture of your lips, just your lips, as you have an orgasm, so you can see what I see. It’s so magnificent.”
She stopped her hand for a moment to think: “Yea, that could be interesting.” After she had processed that, she began moving her hand again: “Carry on, I’m about to cum and asking you to kiss me.”
“Your lips, in this case, both set, are wide open, and both pair want me. I can feel and taste the passion and desire that’s contained in both sets. As our lips smash against each other, then, it’s as though we want to crawl into each other’s body.”
She ran her finger up from his cock to his mouth and used her index finger to outline his lips: “What else?”
He opened his eyes and said: “Well, your lips get a little puffy after a mouth hug. That’s fuckin’ hot.”
She rolled on top of him, and he felt her wetness on him. She slid her hips up and down on him as he grew impossibly harder.
Kissing his neck, she whispered: “Do you want a mouth hug?”
“I dunno, kiss me, and let me have a peek at your soul to see where you’re at.”
Their eyes met, and they looked at each other for a couple of seconds before she leaned down. Their lips met gently at first, but each kiss grew stronger as their lips grew wetter, and their mouths opened as their tongues did battle.
She broke free, stared at him, smiled, and used her lips to kiss her way down his chest.
“So yea, lips. They’re amazing. They’re everything.”
“Mm-hmm.”