She’s slightly flushed and, when she runs her tongue between her lips, I realize that she’s enjoying this as much as we are—if not more.
“C’mere,” Aidan whispers, reaching for her and grabbing her hand. He pulls her close, and she closes the distance between us immediately, walking as if she’s in a trance. She looks into my eyes then, and I realize that my heart is racing now, pumping boiling blood toward my pussy and making it even wetter than before.
Mistress Strokes raises her hand and, turning it around, caresses my cheek softly, moving her thumb over my lips. I let her do it, my eyes never leaving hers, and then she leans into me.
I close my eyes as I feel her lips on mine, and I hold my breath as she lingers there. “I had to,” she whispers after taking her mouth out of mine, her wide eyes telling me that she’s as wet as I am right now.
“I know,” I reply and, before I think it through, I lean into her and kiss her again, my body still pressed against Aidan’s. Oh God, is this really happening? I look from Mistress Strokes to Aidan, but he just looks at me and smiles.
“If you’re going to write about the sex, then you must know the sex, Abby,” Mistress Strokes says to me. I look at Aidan with one last fearful glance. The glance where I’m not sure if I want to share him.#p#分页标题#e#
“It’s alright,” he grins, pressing his fingers harder against my pussy.
“It is,” Mistress Strokes agrees, sliding her hand under my skirt and replacing Aidan’s. “He’s handsome, but the one I’m focused on is you.”
I watch her as Mistress Strokes puts her hand on my sex. “I don’t want to share your man,” she whispers. “I want to make you cum.”
I gasp again, feeling her small fingers over the fabric of my thong, and I know that now there’ll be no stopping this. “If the two of you are going to be on the cover, you deserve this,” she continues, and her words rumble inside my head like a thunderstorm.
I know exactly what she means by ‘this’.
14
Abby
Her lips are on mine again, and my brain almost melts inside my skull. I’m actually kissing a woman—now here’s a first. And, to be honest, it’s better than I imagined it would be. Not as good as Aidan’s kisses, that’s for sure, but Mistress Strokes knows what she’s doing too. I don’t know anything about her, but she must have an interesting past; you don’t get to be a good kisser without an interesting past.
She pushes her tongue inside my mouth and I just surrender to it, making my tongue dance around hers in a frenzy. I feel one of Aidan’s hands going down the side of my body, and he takes it to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing one cheek.
Instinct fueling me, I place one hand on Mistress Stroke’s waist and go for her ass, feeling the smooth curve of her cheeks under my fingers. Grabbing her, I pull her into me, my skin prickling as I feel her breasts pressing against mine.
Hesitantly, I pull back from her kiss and look from her to Aidan, my heart beating so fast it might break a few ribs.
“Just let go,” Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, her plump lips brushing over my skin, and I close my eyes in response. Just let go. I can do that; I can let go. The old Abby wouldn’t be able to, but we’re talking about the new Abby. And the new Abby can do a lot more things than the old one could, including letting go.
“I can do that,” I whisper back at Mistress Strokes, voicing my thoughts while narrowing my eyes and really looking at her for the first time since I entered her studio. Although her bright blue hair is her most striking feature, her big eyes are a close second: they’re brimming with a childlike curiosity of the world around her, although deep down there’s a hint of sorrow. Whoever she is, and wherever she came from, there are only two words to describe her: a beautiful puzzle.
“Let’s have some fun, then,” Aidan says, his fingers running over my back and looking for the clasp on my bra. With a quick flick, he unhooks it, and then pushes the straps down my shoulders. The cups droop over my breasts, and I hold my breath as Aidan and Mistress Strokes pull the bra off at the same time.
My legs are weak right now, and I have no idea how I’m even standing. I’m nervous and anxious and, at the same time, more excited than I’ve ever been. It seems that every time I have sex with Aidan there’s a new barrier to break, but I thought that he no longer had anything new to show me. I was wrong—oh, so wrong.
I close my eyes as Mistress Strokes reaches for my right breast; cupping it, she squeezes it softly, and Aidan does the same on my left one.