Best Women's Erotica(58)
Her movement spurred his. Shifting up to his knees and cupping his hands firmly under her ass, he started to thrust, dragging the length of his erection back and forth, filling and stroking her. The gown pulled on the stockings and the stockings pulled on the gown, shifting waves of taut silk creating a constant awareness of her breasts, as if smooth fingers fluttered just over her nipples. Every grind and undulation of her body renewed their hard, needy ache.
Celia’s presence left her side, but only for a moment. Lin felt the mattress bow on one side of her head, held very still so that the knee swinging across wouldn’t clock her in the face, and she took a deep breath of her lover’s aroused scent. She heard additional sounds of wetness: kissing. She smiled and craned her neck upward and found one of Celia’s plump folds. Capturing it in her lips, she used a pull of suction to urge the slippery petals down to her.
Celia lowered the rest of the way. Lin pressed her lips firmly around the swollen little pearl and bathed it with her tongue, then delivered an intimate tongue-filled kiss right to her lover’s core. Now gasps, quiet moans and slick wet sounds filled the room completely. She could only hear and imagine the meeting of mouths above her, but she felt every stroke of the man’s thick cock driving into her and heard her own arousal in the humid slap of each thrust. He was heating up now, faltering in his rising rhythm, and she almost thought she could feel him swelling even harder inside her.
Celia rocked firmly on her face until all Lin could do was keep her tongue extended or her lips pursed while her lover guided her clit, taking what she needed. Her squirms dislodged the blindfold, and Lin opened her eyes without thinking. Glistening candlelit folds moved above her, familiar ample curves beyond them. Her fingers tightened on Celia’s thighs, and she closed her eyes again. The man pushed Lin’s thighs back toward her body, fucking her at a steeper, tighter angle. A new wash of tingling pleasure blossomed through her. She could feel it pooling in her, building. She clenched down on the cock and was rewarded with a strangled, needy cry and feverish, pistoning plunges. He was as close as she was.
Kisses grew fierce and frantic above her. Her tongue stabbed upward, squirming into Celia’s narrow entrance. Celia’s folds slid back and forth across her slick lips with the quick jerking dance that announced her climax. Lin dug her fingers in harder and a husky feminine groan was her reward.
The man grunted and drove deep, grinding her on the root of his cock and brushing her pulsing cervix with his tip. Ecstasy bubbled up inside her. When she gave herself over to it, it burst like a shaken champagne bottle with unexpected force. Waves of heat pulsed through her, and the spasms deep in her sex now weren’t voluntary ones. Hard, rhythmic, her climax thumped just out of sync with her pounding heartbeat. Then she heard his explosive groan and felt the answering pulse twitching through her, and she knew his pleasure had peaked as well. The condom between them was filling with his seed, a little more for every involuntary jerk of his hips. She relaxed in his grasp, turning her head to rest her lips against Celia’s thigh.
When she found control of her limbs again, she reached up and nudged the blindfold back into place with a sated smile.
Rounds of fevered fucking had been interspersed with quiet snuggling and slow, languid kisses that had, inevitably, led back to more. He didn’t leave until Lin had sampled everything she wanted to try—everything but the berries, completely forgotten on the nightstand. Celia brought the bowl to Lin in the tub, feeding her a piece of fruit and joining her in the sea of warmth and bubbles. Lin knew the dreamy smile was still stuck on her face.
“What’d you think?”
Lin pulled Celia back against her and slid her arms around her lover’s beautiful curves. “Thank you so much for that. It was something I never thought I’d feel. It was…mm. So intense.”
Celia shifted a little and turned to her, studying her eyes. There’d been something in her voice, and she knew Celia had caught it. “But?”
Lin smiled. She touched a strawberry to Celia’s nose. “But he wasn’t you.”
LAPS
Sommer Marsden
I can see him there as I round the curve—Gus—like a wraith, like a malicious spirit. I swear I can see his white-white smile in the purple twilight air. I’m probably hallucinating. I snap a fingertip length off the twig, and I drop it on the ground. One more lap down.
“You can walk this one,” he says, so softly I think maybe I imagined it. But I nearly weep with gratitude. I walk—a fast pace for anyone—but fuck, it’s walking not running, and that’s all that matters.