You Want to Rim Me?

I didn't realise how horny Rosie was when she came around to mine after her exercise class that evening. I'm not good at hints.

"Can I hop into your shower," she asked me. She flashed me a meaningful smile as she said it, one I totally failed to read.

"Sure. Go right ahead," I said simply. The fool I was, I totally failed to follow Rosie into the bathroom and get into the shower stall with her.

It wasn't that I didn't want Rosie every time I set my eyes on her. She was stunning. Rosie was short but curvy, her deep red, almost-auburn hair was long and luxurious. She had high cheekbones, big blue eyes, a radiant smile. Rosie was gorgeous, and we'd only been together for five months, we were very much still in the honeymoon, can't keep our hands off each other, fucking like bunnies, stage. But I was in the middle of cooking, and that was diverting my attention. I went back to the kitchen rather than fucking my girl under running water.

I'd finished up by the time Rosie emerged, fresh and glowing, wearing a loose summer dress that revealed plenty of cleavage, that was short, that showed off Rosie's legs.

"Gods, you look beautiful. I love that dress."

She flashed me that smile again, the one I still wasn't reading correctly. "You love it, do you?" Rosie said as she strode towards where I was sitting on the sofa, as she stood right over me. "Then how about this?" She hesitated for a second, but then she raised her skirt up to reveal her thick thighs, and then her cute little pussy.

Rosie wasn't wearing any knickers.

I gawped at her.

And suddenly I made sense of that smile.

She had a patch of tended hair that was as dark red as that on her head. Beneath, Rosie's outer lips were smooth and delightfully chubby. Her body was pale as skin can be, but Rosie's cunt was wonderfully pink. She was inches from me. I stared, before I looked up into Rosie's face. She was grinning and flushed, and even I got the hint then.

I snapped into action. "You really do have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," I said as I glanced back at it. I'd told her that plenty of times before, and it was no lie.

Rosie shook her head at me, as if she'd never heard anything so silly, as she always did, but I saw the look of delight in her eyes. It seemed to embarrass her a little when I said this, Rosie reacted like it was faintly ridiculous, each time, but she clearly adored me enthusing over how beautiful her cute little cunt was.

"God, look at you. I absolutely need to get my mouth on this gorgeous pussy," I said with enthusiasm, as I reached up and grabbed Rosie, as I pulled her down onto the sofa with me.

She shrieked, over dramatically, at how forcefully I drew her to me, at the fun of it. I held Rosie against my front as I found her lips with mine, as I kissed my girl with her hair in my face. My sofa was broad, there was enough room for me to roll Rosie over, for me to get in charge.

I kissed her with all the sudden, surging desire I felt for her, all the love. I held Rosie in my arms, but my touch grew less innocent rapidly. I ran my hands over Rosie's wonderful body through her dress, and Rosie was way more worked-up than I'd realised. She was kissing me ardently as she wriggled against me. Rosie was breathing quickly, she was sighing, already.

Her pussy was adorable, but her figure was a marvel, every bit of Rosie was captivating -- I needed to touch her all over, everywhere I could reach. I glided fingertips up and down her neck, across her bare shoulders. I cupped her face, I slid into her silken hair, I pawed at her full chest. Rosie sighed with more insistence as I skated across her thighs beneath her skirt, as I clutched at them. I ran around to the back of her, to grope at her naked ass under her dress, at those heavenly cheeks of hers, and I was utterly lost to her then.

Rosie wasn't a fan of her body. She complained that her breasts were too soft, that her nipples were too big, but she was dread wrong on both accounts. Rose said that her legs were short and chubby, but I thought she was crazy, I adored the curvaceous, alluringly feminine shape of her. Rosie protested that her bottom was too big, too fat, and on that account, she was insane. Rosie's bum was a work of art. It was sublime. The sight of it slayed me, the feel of it was even better.

I managed to unfasten the back of her dress. Rosie pulled her arms out of the shoulder straps for me. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts spilled out as I tugged the patterned cotton down at the front of her, and I was on her, kissing every inch of her chest, sucking on those big, beautiful, stiffened nipples of hers.

I had one hand on her ass, and I was rough with her in my enthusiasm. I gripped Rosie tightly, I kneaded her buttocks, but Rosie adored that, I had her moaning for me already. But it was her cunt she'd showed off to me, it was her cunt that I needed now.

"Show me that sensational pussy of yours," I said to Rosie as I raised up on straightened arms. "Fuck, I need to see it."

She laughed at me, but Rosie took back hold of her skirt. "You want to see this?" She raised it up her legs, almost all the way, teasing me, drawing the moment out, clearly revelling in it.

"Yeah. Show me. I need to see it."

"I'm shy," Rosie lied. She might have been in some situations, but not in bed. Not when her blood was up.

"I don't care. Show it to me."

"Well, if you insist," she said demurely. Rosie raised her dress up to show her pussy off to me. She opened her thighs wider.

"God, it's gorgeous," I said with enthusiasm. "I'll never get tired of seeing your ravishing cunt." I took the skirt out of Rosie's hands, I lifted it higher, I held it up. I shifted over to kneel between her legs. I pressed them further apart with my own, as I gazed down on her plump, pink lips, already glistening with her wetness.

As always, Rosie looked both self-conscious and thrilled as she gazed up at me, watching me watching her. Like she wanted to cover herself, but like she absolutely adored this too, being so exposed, witnessing my desire for her.

"I need to taste you," I said with exaggerated lust, although it wasn't all that inflated. I adored the sight of Rosie's pussy, but I loved having my mouth on her even more. I loved licking her cunt so much it bordered on a kink, it bordered on an obsession.

I kept Rosie's dress up with one hand, I reached for her with the other. She shivered and moaned as I ran my fingertips lightly over her pussy. My hard cock twitched as I felt how silken and slick and warm she was. I skimmed up and down her, making Rosie sigh and squirm, then I slid my middle finger into the wet, snug, heat of her.

Rosie kept her eyes on mine as I gently finger-fucked her, as she moaned for me. I slipped out of her body, I raised that finger to my mouth, I groaned as I sucked on it. "You taste so fucking good. I can't resist you."

Again, she laughed, but again, Rosie looked so turned-on. She was staring at me with wide eyes, a red face, with a Cheshire Cat grin.

I fell on her. I lay between Rosie's open legs on my front, I pressed my lips to her pussy eagerly. Rosie moaned and gasped as I kissed her outer lips, as I sucked on them. I groaned just as loud as Rosie as I did it.

I kissed and kissed between Rosie's legs. I ran my flattened tongue over all of her, covering Rosie's cunt with it. I pressed into her to spread her open around my face, I lapped between. Wetness ran out of her and onto me as I licked her with long, lingering strokes.

Lapping at Rosie's pussy was heaven, the taste of her, of a woman aroused, the feel of her against me, warm and slippery, it was glorious. But best of all were the sounds she made, was the way she responded, was the way Rosie pressed herself onto me for more of it.

I slid that middle finger back into her. Rosie was so soaking, I eased my index one into her cunt as well. I screwed Rosie slowly with them, matching the pace of my tongue gliding over her above those two digits.

Each time I passed over the firmed bump of her clit, Rosie trembled and moaned higher, she moaned to urge me on, so I focussed on her there. I settled into fluttering my tongue across her with a gentle touch. I pumped my fingers in her quicker.

I reached up with my other hand to glory in Rosie's body. I gripped her thighs, I pressed under her to seize her buttocks. I held Rosie's breasts, squeezing her, toying with her nipples. I left her dress half on her, as there was a horny thrill to pleasuring a partly dressed woman. To having my head up her skirt as I lapped at her cunt.

Rosie was so heated that evening, her pleasure climbed with gratifying speed. Rosie pressed her clit into my tongue to get me to lick her with more pressure. She bucked into my face to demand a faster rhythm. Rosie trembled and mewled as I gave her what she needed. Rosie shuddered and gasped as I curled my fingers within her to tickle across her g-spot.

She was so riled-up, Rosie's orgasm came on quickly. She was at the verge of it already, moaning and rolling and rearing, but Rosie needed something a little extra to get herself there. She needed that one special thing to push her over, to make her come.

The first time I'd gone down on Rosie, at the end of our fourth date, she'd been keen, she'd made plenty of noise. It had seemed like she'd really been enjoying herself, but as long as I'd licked her for, I hadn't been able to get her off. It had happened again, the second time, and the third. I'd been more than a little deflated. I'd always thought I'd been good at it. I'd always been proud of my pussy licking skills. And Rosie had sensed it in me. So she'd told me her secret, or that secret, anyway.

It hadn't been easy for her. Rosie had been deeply embarrassed about the whole thing, as she'd haltingly tried to explain it to me, this guy she liked but had only just me. In the end, I'd had to look away from her as she'd laid herself bare. Rosie had been a little ashamed, plenty worried that I'd not be into it, that I'd be disgusted, that I'd think she was weird. I guessed a guy, or perhaps more than one, had reacted in that way in her past.

But I'd been immediately turned-on as she'd eventually said it, as she'd confessed to me the thing she needed to climax. I'd enthused, I'd told Rosie how sexy it was, how much I adored it too, trying my best to reassure her. And then, that fourth time, when I'd gone down on Rosie armed with that new knowledge, there'd been fireworks.

As I lapped at Rosie then, that evening on my sofa, I took my hand off her tits. I drew it back down Rosie's body. I placed it under my other one. I shivered with excitement as I touched my index finger to Rosie's asshole.

Her moaning immediately rose an octave as I wriggled across her pucker. Rosie was slick down there, from my saliva and her wetness running down between her buttocks. I glided over and around that hidden part of her smoothly and fluidly.

Rosie panted as quivered as I stroked her there, as I gradually increased the insistence of my touch, as I switched from teasing to massaging her asshole. Rosie was tightly clenched, but as I soothed and pleasured her, she softened beneath my touch. I pressed, and it happened with ease. I slid into Rosie's ass up to the second knuckle.

She humped into me with urgency then. With just half a single finger up her bum, Rosie was sent feverish. I eased up her further, I curled inside her, tickling within Rosie, and her moans became breathy gasps. I circled my digit in her anus, hitting all those nerve endings in the entrance to her, massaging her sphincter from within, coaxing Rosie further open.

I slipped a second digit into her when she was ready; Rosie took me with a happy groan. She took me deep up her bottom as I slid into her all the way.

I hadn't been lying to Rosie about what this did to me. Fingering her ass was even hornier than licking her pussy. On the one hand, it was lewd and wicked to be in a woman down there, it was forbidden, it was taboo. It made me feel deliciously wicked. On the other, it was incredibly intimate. Rosie letting me penetrate her bottom was touching. It was tender. And I adored how it took skill and patience to get it right. You couldn't just jam your fingers up a woman's bum, you had to go slow, to make it feel good, to slowly relax and please her.

Rosie mashed herself into my hands and face, as I lapped at her clit, as I drew my fingertips over her g-spot, as I pumped those two others in her anus. She let herself go, she made wild noise.

I felt it clearly as it happened, how her legs tensed up, how Rosie was tightening, as her yelps of gratification came louder and closer, as they merged, as Rosie arched her back and yelled as she came for me. She juddered into my face, as she thrashed, as she yelped, as Rosie shook. She rolled half onto her side, but I went with her, I kept my tongue on her clit. Her pussy and her ass spasmed around my fingers as I moved them within her.

Rosie pulled herself away from my mouth as she calmed, when it all got too much for her. I slipped out of her body, I rose up on my knees as Rosie's orgasm bled away. My dick was absolutely rigid, I couldn't wait to bury myself in her cunt. I was going to hold my girl down and fuck her brains out.

She sighed and trembled beneath me, a huge smile on her face, as Rosie watched me pulling my top off. I was about to unbuckle my belt, but I could resist getting hold of her first, she looked so hot like that, half in her dress still, her red hair dishevelled, flushed and panting and grinning.

I lowered myself to Rosie, I kissed her with my face still slick from her pussy. I ran a hand over her body, Rosie giggled as I hit a ticklish spot by accident. I loved the sound of it, so I kept tickling her.

Rosie thrashed and fought as I climbed onto her, as I used both hands on her body, as she roared with uncontrollable laughter. She tried to push me away from her, but I was too strong. Rosie rolled over onto her side, then onto her back, as she did her best to squirm away from me.

Her bottom came into full view, her dress was up at the back, and Rosie's rear was utterly irresistible. I was very much an ass man, and it was my favourite part of her body. Rosie's rear was broad and full and curved in a way that spoke directly to some deep, primal part of me. Her derrière was so intoxicatingly feminine, big and rounded and captivating.

I turned my attention to fondling her ass. I grasped and kneaded her, I showered her cheeks with kisses, sucking on her, licking, gently biting. Rosie was still shrieking with laughter and thrashing about, and as fought with each other, it happened, the thing that triggered everything that was to follow, entirely by accident, by happy chance.

As she arched, as her butt came up, I happened to press downwards with my mouth. We hit the perfect angle. My face went right into her buttocks rather than onto her left cheek. My pursed lips, held ready to kiss her, met Rosie's asshole.

We froze.

I took my mouth off of Rosie's pucker. I sat up.

She waited a few seconds, before she rolled part way over to look back and up at me. Her blue eyes had gone even wider. "Did you just... kiss... my bum? Like, properly kiss my bum?" she whispered.

Fuck. I'd been dying to screw her, I was so hard for Rosie, and I'd just ruined it. I'd clearly just killed the mood dead. "Yep. Sorry," I whispered back.

And then something unexpected happened. Rosie smiled at me. "Don't apologise."

"What?"

"You didn't do anything wrong."

What?! "I didn't?"

That shy but excited look was back on her face. "I actually... kind of...." Her words trailed off.

I wasn't letting this drop. Not a chance. I smiled back her. "Kind of what?"

A deep blush blossomed across Rosie's gorgeous face. She whispered even quieter. "I kind of always... wanted to... try... that."

"You have?" I said in surprise. And then, "me too," I said with feeling, before Rosie had a chance to misunderstand me and get defensive and clam up.

Her smile widened. Rosie stared up at me with a new intensity. "You have?"

As much as Rosie adored butt stuff, hell, she couldn't orgasm without it, we hadn't progressed beyond any more than two, or sometimes three, fingers in her ass. I would have loved to fuck her derrière, but I was sure my dick was way too big for her. I wasn't interested in hurting Rosie, it was pleasuring her that turned me on. But I had often thought about licking her down there. Truthfully, I longed to, but I'd assumed Rosie wouldn't want it. That it would be a step too far for her.

But maybe not? And right now, with her lying before me, was this my chance? This felt like one of those moments we could have shied away from so easily, but I knew I couldn't let that happen. "Yeah. It's something I fantasise about," I said. "I really turns me on, the idea of it." I didn't mention I often sought rimming out in porn or that I was delighted when I stumbled across it in erotica.

"Me too," Rosie replied shyly. "Have you ever done it?"

"No. Never. I've always been too scared to ask to try. How about you?"

"No. I was always too scared, as well," Rosie said louder, her confidence and excitement rising. "Do you, I don't know, want to...?"

"Try it?" I finished for her. "Yes. I'd fucking love to. Would you?"

She nodded. She beamed at me, her face crimson from blushing so hard. "Seems like as good a time as any," Rosie said. "I have just had a shower. And you kind of already just did it."

I laughed at her, in surprise and delight. "OK, then. You're sure about this? I'm going to rim you. You want that?"

"Yes. God, it sounds so dirty and bad, doesn't it?" Rosie said. "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

"Me neither."

"And you're sure you really want to?" Rosie asked, sounding suddenly concerned. "I'm not pressuring you into this?"

I laughed again. "No. I want to. Trust me, you're absolutely not pressuring me."

"OK then. Good."

There was a moment of silence and stillness, and then I moved. I grasped my chance.

It didn't feel quite real as I slid back down to settle myself on my front between her legs, Rosie's enthralling bottom below my face rather than her cunt now. Holy shit. I was actually about to lick her ass. I was about to rim the woman I was crazily in love with.

I placed a hand on each of her full cheeks. I spread Rosie open gently. I gazed down upon the heady sight of the back of her pussy, and right there, above it, was Rosie's revealed asshole.

Fuck, this was sexy. This was so freaking hot. Her pucker was something that was usually hidden, it was secret, that I only ever caught fast glimpses of, but now here I was, gazing down at it so openly. The most private part of Rosie was on full show to me.

I didn't know if talking would ruin the mood, but I couldn't help myself. I was nervous. "You know, I've never told you how cute your butthole is."

Rosie guffawed. "Shut up."

"No, I'm serious. I don't know why I've never said it, but it is. You've got such a pretty little asshole." She really did, I wasn't putting it on. It was tiny and neat and as pink as her pussy. It was a little clenched cleft with faint, radiating wrinkles.

"That's weird," Rosie said. "But it helps. I think."

I lowered my mouth to her. I pushed my face between her buttocks as I held Rosie apart, her beautiful pucker was all I could see now, but I hesitated. I went still. My lips were an inch from Rosie's second hole, but I was frozen.

She could feel my breath on her, I knew it. I could tell by the way Rosie shivered and sighed.

Yet I still wasn't moving. I couldn't.

"Are you... OK?" she asked me.

We were being so open this evening, I went with full honesty. "I'm a little scared."

She laughed, but with plenty of her own embarrassment in it. "Me too," she squeaked. "I'm so fucking tense."