Best Women's Erotica(57)
“I’ll stay,” Celia promised, shifting forward on the bed. Her chuckle was low and sultry. “Like I’d miss this show, mi linda? You should see how you’re squirming.”
Lin wet her lips, tasting hints of Celia’s flavor. It emboldened her, like the wine had. “I want it.” It was hard to make the breathy words pass her lips, but once they were hanging in the air—once she heard her own voice say them out loud and make them real—it was easier. “I want everything.”
Lin clenched up inside, squeezing her silken passage around his fingers in an intimate hug of encouragement. The next moan wasn’t hers. Gentle pressure nudged her thighs apart, strong fingers spread her smooth petals, and a sudden whisper of breath slid coolly over the damp, heated flesh between her thighs. She raised her knees up and apart—all the invitation he needed.
His lips were strong and purposeful, and so was his tongue. He lapped a broad, warm stroke over her clit and continued with the point of his tongue up to the boundary of lace, then started back at his fingers, still thrusting smoothly inside her and licked upward again. The digits curled, scissoring and stroking over the spongy pad of her G-spot, and her reflexive arch slid her clit right up against his waiting mouth. She could feel the stubble on his cheeks and chin, faint prickling that mingled surprisingly well with the sharp tingling already building in her. Now the fingers were thrusting more powerfully, and he suckled with increasing fervor, devouring her. The sounds of her own wetness reached her ears, but she ignored the warm burn that rose to her cheeks. He pulled her clit into his mouth, bathed it with circles and flutters and direct presses of his tongue, refusing to be parted from it even as she squirmed beneath him. A hand closed on her breast, finding her nipple and pulling it outward with a firm pinch—Celia’s trick, her touch. She could feel Celia’s breath hot and ragged across her cheek, but she didn’t feel the additional movements that would hint that her lover was pleasuring herself. No, she was just watching. Savoring.
His fingers curled up against that spot again and Lin bucked, a feral cry escaping her lips. Stars burst in the abstract darkness, but she barely noticed them for the stars bursting behind her clit and deep in her core. Those pulses of inner muscle were involuntary now, seizing up inside her and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her cunt. Slowly, he eased her down, slowing gradually before he stopped. Wet lips disengaged and kissed the peak of her mons, then her thigh. Fingers slid out, leaving her empty and spread, craving more.
He shifted between her legs, stroking up her thighs, up her sides, cupping her breasts and squeezing Celia’s hand to her. He was strong, but he knew his own strength. And the whole time he’d been making love to her with his tongue, she realized, she’d forgotten to give a thought to who he might be.
There was a sound of plastic flexing, then of rustling, and his weight shifted from knee to knee. And then warmth returned to her cunt before she could think about it further. A thick presence painted her slickness up and down her parted labia, then angled just right and started to press inside her. Warmth. God, he was warm. Even through the thin layer of latex separating his cock from her, she could feel the heat of his body. Still awash in sensation from her climax, she was certain she could feel every ridge and vein.
Celia’s strap-on didn’t see as much action as the blindfold had. It came out of the toy drawer on occasion, but it wasn’t their favorite. Lin didn’t like using it because she couldn’t feel Celia reacting inside if she was using a toy rather than her own body, and besides, she thought she looked more comical than sexy with a big purple dick dangling around and bumping off her thighs. She didn’t mind receiving it, but there again, it was frustrating to know that Celia couldn’t feel how wet she was or the way she’d squeeze her muscles down encouragingly inside. Still, Lin had assumed that the experience of having a lover between her thighs, slowly filling her with the thickness of a phallus, was a fairly standard one—whether the phallus happened to be attached biologically to the lover or not.
She’d been so wrong. The toys had never felt this warm, this pliant, this…alive. It was the same and yet completely different. As he rocked forward with a heated groan and sheathed his cock inside her, spreading her snug passage around him and pressing the firm, solid weight of his hips down against her pubic bone, she tensed again. She couldn’t tell whether the pulsing waves inside her were aftershocks or a new climax crashing on the heels of the first.
He flexed his body in a smooth, hot grind then rested in her for a few moments, reveling in her molten heat just as she reveled in the way his cock conformed to the subtle curve of her body. She moved her hips, feeling it glide thick and hard against her upper wall. The press of his groin against her clit was unyielding and warm, perfect to grind up against.