Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Slowly, I trail kisses up her leg and toward the inside of her thigh. And then I pause.
Simone breathes out softly, her fingers carding through my hair. “I promise you can touch me.”
I glance up at her. I love the way she looks, all tousled and blurry with arousal. I want to put my fingers inside her, to feel her body clench around my hand. But I think about the icing again. I lift two of my fingers and suck on them as our eyes meet, cleaning them with my mouth.
She moans, watching me. When my wet fingers emerge, she grabs my hand and leans in, sucking on those same fingers. Her hot, hungry mouth makes me achy, my pussy throbbing with need. I want to touch myself to the sight of disheveled Simone, her legs spread in invitation.
I tug her forward, moving her toward the edge of the counter and angling her body so her pussy is presented properly. “I’m going to taste you now.”
“God, I wish you would.” Her hand slides down to her thigh, creeping towards her sex.
Feeling greedy, I push that hand aside and bury my face between her thighs. She cries out, her legs jerking, but I lock my arm around one leg, holding it over my shoulder as I nuzzle in and taste her. She’s musky and tangy and perfect, just the way I’d anticipated, and it only increases my arousal. I tongue her slickness, learning her body and kissing all over. I know the things I like when I’m touched between my thighs, and I try them out on Simone, determining what makes her squirm. I tease around her clit with my tongue, rubbing at the sides. I stroke lower, easing the tip of my tongue into her hot core. I nip at her labia and suck on the small bud of her clit. All the while, I press my thighs tightly together because touching her is making me wildly aroused.
A woman knows how to touch another woman to give her pleasure, and Simone responds to all of my caresses. I suck on her clit, my tongue flicking against the hood as I rub two fingers through her folds and down to the entrance of her body. She’s hot and wet here, and I use my fingertips to draw circles at her opening, teasing her where she’s the most sensitive. Her hips jerk against my mouth, and her breath sobs in her throat. “Inside me,” she pants. “Please, put your fingers inside me.”
I lift my head briefly, tapping my tongue against her clit. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes!”
“Or do you want me to…drag…this…out?” With each pause, I tap my tongue against her clit again.
Her eyes flutter shut, her head tilted back. “Make me come.”
Those needy, frantic words make my pussy pulse with arousal. With two fingers buried inside her, I press my mouth down against her clit once more. My other hand steals into my pants and between my thighs. My panties are soaked and I’m slick as hell from touching her.
I finger myself, my body making wet sounds as I pleasure Simone. Her hands are in my hair again, her hips flexing in time with my plunging fingers, and I make sure to crook one finger inside her, to touch that perfect spot on her inner wall that will make her see God. Her movements become erratic, her breath quickening as she approaches her climax, and I never stop my steady rhythm. Lick. Finger. Tease. Stroke. She demands that I go faster, to give her more, but I continue to give her exactly the same, never pausing, never stopping, because I know that’s what’s going to drive her over the edge. The rest is just distractions.
When she comes, it’s with her hand tangled in my hair, her thighs quivering and tight, a strangled noise escaping her throat. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, and I work her all the way through her orgasm, fingering and licking and sucking all the way through. She comes for so long and so hard that by the time she finishes, I’m coming, too. My panties soak with my release, and I moan her name against her labia, my face still buried in my new favorite spot.
I rest against her inner thigh until I can catch my breath, her long fingers playing with my hair. “That was incredible,” she breathes. “It’s been forever since I’ve come.”
I’m glad I could do this for her. I’m glad I did this for me, too, of course. Her statement is loaded, though. Has she not come because of the abuse she had in the past? Or is there more to it? I wait for her to go into detail, but she doesn’t. Too soon, then. Or maybe she’ll never be ready, and that’s okay, too. I kiss the inside of her thigh, ease my hand out from my pants, and get to my feet. I feel good. Loose, relaxed, and like I could take on the world.