by Kenna North
I shifted my legs, bending my knees so I was as open as possible. I imagined the sight from her angle was vaguely pornographic, which only made me wetter. When she didn’t do anything more, I rocked my hips upward, grinding toward her in invitation.
At the same time, I moaned against her flesh, “Fuck me, Nora,” before nuzzling my faces as deep as I could into her pussy and slurping at her.
She finally moaned in response, no longer the self-controlled woman. I ran my hands up and down her sides as I ate her and continued to make needy noises, vibrating her flesh. I felt her breath fan over my cooling flesh and then, finally, she was back down there again, also slurping at me, eating me with abandon.
“That’s right,” I said, turning my head enough so my words were spoken against her thigh. “I want to feel you come as you fuck me.” I was surprised by the filthy words coming from my own mouth, but I loved it. “I want you to hold on tight and ride me. Make me yours, show me I belong to you and only you. Eat my pussy and I’ll make sure you see fireworks.”
She groaned and then I resumed my work, filling her hole with my tongue, shaking my head back and forth gently to make sure she felt me everywhere. Her hands tightened on the backs of my thighs, drawing my legs even higher, opening me up all the way for her piercing tongue.
My hips began banging up against her face as the wet noises of sex filled the room, accompanied by our chorus of whimpers. She was like an animal that couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to, and I felt the same as I humped her face while holding her down against mine.
I felt another orgasm building, but tried to hold back. I wanted her to come for me first, but Nora seemed to have other ideas.
She was in full control again, her body taut above mine as if she was fighting to maintain her focus through raw willpower alone. I knew she was close, but damn that woman wasn’t going to come until I did. It pushed me over the edge, knowing she wanted to feel my orgasm, my pussy pulsing around her tongue as she drove it into me, to feel my pleasure overwhelm me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body shuddered and I pushed my hips up against Nora’s face as I feasted upon that beautifully musky, soaking wet flesh of hers. Her orgasm followed immediately, her tongue still lashing at me as she clung and shivered, rocking on my face for all she was worth. Fireworks blinded me again as I went over the edge from the intensity of our mutual orgasms.
My body twitched as I returned to my senses. At some point, Nora had turned around and lips were on mine, giving me a taste of myself. I was as sweet as she’d said and I licked my lips
“You’re mine, Abby,” Nora whispered, as she pulled away a little so she could look into my eyes. “I think you always have been, but now I can say it and mean it.”
Chapter 10
Abby was so beautiful as I helped her stand, her legs wobbling underneath her. Her hair was a mess, tumbling over her shoulders in a way that told anyone who saw her that she was freshly fucked. I’d never seen a woman look more desirable. I held her hand as I led her upstairs to my room and headed for the shower.
Now that I had her, I could never let her go. I’d wanted this woman for so long; now that we’d gone this far, I wanted to have her with me always. I wondered if she shared the sentiment as I turned the four showerheads on full blast. Steam rolled out of the tiled area, while I added body wash to the bath scrubby and began washing the woman of my dreams.
I soaped up Abby’s full breasts as she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. She moaned as I lifted them so the spray could rinse them, lowering my mouth to taste her perfect, tight little nipples again.
My hands moved the scrubby to her belly and hips, dipping lower to wash away the results of our sex from her pussy. My fingers lingered, sliding up and down her well-lubricated slit. Kneeling down, I moved to wash her thighs. She spread her legs so I could have better access as I cleaned her. I couldn’t help but taste her again, water splashing on my face as I licked along her lips and clit.
Abby whimpered and tried to close her legs, but I put my hands between them and supported her ass as I ate her out. I knew she was sensitive, her pussy lips still puffy and pink from use. Her body shook as I watched her face, beautiful in the throes of passion as I made her come in the shower. She was already so relaxed that she rode my face without any inhibitions, body rocking up and down as she rubbed herself on my mouth and tongue. As soon as she came, her knees buckled and she sagged against me, straddling my face.
I stood, kissing my way up her belly and tits, still supporting her in my arms. I found her mouth and kissed her deeply.
“My turn,” she muttered, her eyes glazed over with passion as she took the soapy scrubby from my hand and put more body wash on it.
She started with my breasts, her hands slipping over the soapy mounds and drawing my nipples fully erect as she did, and she left little kisses anywhere the water washed away the suds. She turned me around, scrubbing my back and shoulders, moving down to my waist. After she washed the backs of my legs, I turned and faced her, curious to see how she would react when she realized I was the one whose pussy was now in her face. Without any hesitation, she dipped two fingers inside of me, while soaping me up.
I reached back and braced myself against the wall as I watched her thrust those two fingers in and out of me. When she brushed her thumb over my clit and then replaced it with her mouth, I was a lost cause. I simply leaned back and let her have her way with me until I quivered with orgasm, drenching her fingers and tongue.
After I’d recovered and the water rinsed away the last of the bubbles, I reached behind her to turn off the shower. I hated for it to end, but as much as I wanted to pull her to me and eat her out again, I would save that for another time.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a big, fluffy towel and began to dry her, wiping away the water and remaining soap. I dabbed at my own body before dropping the towel and taking her hand.
“I think it’s time to go to bed,” I said, reaching down and pulling her into my embrace. Abby smiled and leaned her head against my chest with a sigh.
We passed through the doorway into the bedroom. When I gently urged her to lie down on the bed, she stretched languidly, her hands above her head. Even though there was something wholly innocent about her, her lack of inhibition made me grin. This woman was made for me, there was no denying that. I looked down at her body, admiring her soft curves. My eyes traced the contours of her breasts, belly, hips, and thighs. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this beauty laid out before me and my body didn’t seem to realize it was already exhausted from having sex. I felt a fresh rush of wetness, telling me I was ready to go again.
Abby giggled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for more.”
“Yeah,” I said, “and I think the feeling is mutual, to say the least. I want it every day for the rest of our lives.”
“That sounds good to me,” Abby said with a smile.
“Where did you learn to fuck like that?” It wasn’t the most graceful way to ask the question, but I couldn’t help it.
She smirked at me. “A woman has to have her secrets, right?”
“I suppose, but I’m pretty sure the last time I saw you, you were innocent and only about fifteen or so.”
“Did you expect me to stay that way my entire life?” Abby gave another wriggle as she stretched.
I climbed onto the bed between her legs, her body laid out underneath me like an offering, and shook my head. “Of course not and I’m glad you didn’t.”
Her arms snaked around my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss. She might have been willing to submit, but she also knew how to tell me what she wanted. I leaned down, my muscles tight with need as she ran her hands across my shoulders and arms, and kissed her lightly. She smelled like sex and soap, a combination that made me want to thrust my tongue inside her sweetness and just stay like that forever.
I licked along her lips, all the invitation she needed to open her mouth for me
. She pushed upwards to meet me as I teased her tongue with mine. My pelvis settled against her belly and she ground her hips up against mine in response. I slanted my mouth down over hers, feeling her slickness against mine as our lengths lined up perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.
“Have you ever tried this?” I murmured against her lips.
“I’m the scissoring queen. So don’t stop now.” The way Abby smiled at me was equal parts innocent and seductive. Oh yes, I was in trouble.
Tucking my knees under her hips, I forced her legs to open wide, then pulled away and looked down her body again. Abby’s pussy was on display for me, held open by my legs against her thighs. I moved to fit us together more tightly by sitting back on the bed, sliding one leg under one of hers, and then placing my other leg over her.
“Okay, show me,” I challenged her, bracing my hands behind me on the bed and grinning at her.
Abby lifted herself up on her elbows, lovely breasts bobbing with the motion. Then, still giving me that mischievous little smirk, she began to undulate her hips. Each circling of them rubbed her pussy against mine, our clits pressing together and sending a zing of excitement through me. She arched her back and let out a long, low moan that told me she was enjoying it as much as me.
It only took a few heartbeats to learn her rhythm and join her in that erotic dance, cunt to cunt, smearing our wetness on each other. Before long, we were both writing, tits circling as we pushed our intimate folds together. The way Abby hunched up and whimpered, I knew she was about come. The beautiful thing was having a front-row seat to watch.
I’d wanted this for so long and now I was living a dream. I couldn’t stand the thought of Abby not being with me, not even for a day, or even an hour. Her body was moving in unison with mine, pressing against one another, each of us caught up in the other.
As much as I wanted to suck her clit and dip my tongue inside her sweet hole again, this was just as wonderful. We bucked against each other, each seeking to use the other for pleasure. I reached out and grasped one of her breasts. The motion brought me even more upright and put more pressure on my clit. I let out a wail of ecstasy, surprised at the sound.
Abby did likewise, pushing herself up with her hands against the bed and working herself against me. Even as I lost myself to desire, I watched her face. The way her eyes narrowed and focused on where our pussies met, grinding together, made me feel like a voyeur. This was, without a doubt, the most intimate moment possible. I nearly came then and there.
Her breathing quickened and her face grew red as we pressed our cunts together. And then she came, pushing her hips against me, keening and sobbing as she rubbed herself all over me. I continued to swirl myself against her, and followed almost immediately, welcoming the pussy juices that coated me. We slipped against one another, both nothing more than sensation connected to our well-lubricated slits. I pushed forward and reached for her shoulders, holding her tight as we bucked against each other.
When at last we stopped, we leaned forward, heads resting on each other’s shoulders as we caught our breath. I wanted to hold onto this moment, for it to last as long as possible, this dream come true. To savor every second with Abby. I memorized her face and body as we remained one.
“I love you, Nora,” Abby panted, her hands closing over my wrists as if to anchor herself. “I always have.”
“I’ve always loved you too,” I told her. “And I know I will forever.”
Chapter 11
I woke up snuggled against Nora, my hand resting on her taut abdomen and my leg thrown over hers. I smiled as I breathed in her scent, so strong, clean, and earthy, all at the same time. This is where I wanted to be every morning from now on when I woke up.
Memories of last night flooded back and I felt myself grow wet as I thought about it. I traced circles with my nails on Nora’s shoulders, slowly moving lower, pushing the covers out of my way as I did. Soon I could see her soft folds, covered with the barest sprinkling of dark hair. She kept it natural, but neatly trimmed, and I loved that about her. I my fingers along her sensitive flesh. She stirred under my touch and Nora moaned in her sleep.
I stroked her lightly, barely touching her as I moved up and down her velvety smooth skin. There was a hint of wetness there, so I dipped my finger in her and then swirled it around her clit. But I wanted to do something more to wake her up, so I sat up and moved down between Nora’s legs.
With both hands, I framed her wet slit. I could see her glistening just a bit in the sunlight. I pushed my tongue into her hole, sliding effortlessly into her heat. When I entered her, I heard her gasp. If she felt anything like me, she was still pleasantly sore from last night, from all our acrobatics. But it felt so good to wake her up like this. I had never been fucked as thoroughly as Nora had fucked me, and I wanted more. I wanted to wake her up with me eating her pussy.
I wrapped both hands around Nora’s thighs and dove into her heat, watching as she finally squirmed, then pushed herself up to look down at me.
“Enjoying the view?” I jumped as Nora spoke. “I know I am. Don’t stop on my account.”
She reached behind her to fluff up her pillow a little and then crossed her hands behind her head, intertwining her fingers. This raised her head enough that she could see straight down her stomach to where my mouth was pressed against her pussy. I watched her face and saw her eyes locked on mine. I was her own private little show and it made me even wetter to know she was watching, and thoroughly enjoying, the show I was putting on.
I leaned forward, pushed up on my knees, and used my hands on her thighs to keep her open for me as I began to fuck her with my tongue. Each time I into her, I could feel her shuddering around me. It wouldn’t be long before she came, so I lapped at her, tongue sliding in and out of her, eager to taste her juices.
When she began to moan and wriggle her hips, I thrust two fingers inside her. Almost immediately, I heard the wet sounds of our sex and loved it. I fastened my lips on her clit and strummed it with my tongue while I pushed my fingers in and out of her.
Even at that early hour, I could smell our sex and sweat, accompanied by the intimate sound of my fingers filling her. Nora’s beautiful pussy glistened with her juices and my saliva, and I dragged my gaze from the sight to look at her once more.
Her face looked like a hungry tiger’s, watching her intended prey. She licked her lips as her gaze darted from my tongue fondling her clit to meet my gaze.
“I ought to be doing that to you,” she murmured, “so get up here and let me taste you.”
All it took were those few words to turn my body into nothing but sensation – coiled tight, ratcheting up by the moment, as her release drew near. When I moved to straddle her head, my fingers still embedded deep in her core, I groaned at the change. Her tongue made contact with my flesh and I sat back, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling.
This was so different from last night. I was in control, but still being used by her. I was still all hers, even though I decided the speed of our pleasure. I couldn’t stop, so I leaned down and continued licking, speeding up.
Almost as soon as she started sucking on my clit, I came, drenching her face with my orgasm. There was no stopping the rocking of my hips against her and I felt her hang on tight, arms wrapped around my waist to hold me in place.
I scrunched my eyes shut as I kept eating her mindlessly, not sure where I ended and she began. All I knew was my own lips suddenly felt a rush of wetness and her body trembled violently beneath mine. Ecstasy struck like lightning and we stayed like that, bodies shuddering as we squeezed one another. I fought to keep balance on top of her as my hips gyrated beyond my control.
But nothing could steady me and I collapsed atop Nora, spent as the orgasm receded. I rolled to the side and panted for air. Nora pulled me atop her again, though, urging me to turn around so I could sit on her face and our gazes could meet.
“Hold onto the headboard,” she told me before her tongue filled me.
“Oh my god...” I curled my fingers around the metal rail of the headboard and couldn’t tear my gaze away as she continued to chow down on me. The orgasm never really stopped; it just kept going, waves of pleasure rolling over me as she had her way with me. I was supposed to be in control right now, but she took over and kept me coming while I rode her face.
“That’s it, Abby,” Nora’s voice broke through the fog in my head. “Keep rocking your hips and fucking my face. I’m touching myself and I’m going to come again, too, but I want to taste even more of you.”
My body was moving without me realizing it, wanting more when my mind couldn’t respond.
Soon I felt her stiffen underneath me and moan into my folds, burying her tongue deep inside me. I reached down and tangled my fingers in her hair as I finished riding her to another orgasm, never more grateful in my life that I was a women who could do it again and again. I didn’t think I’d ever catch my breath, the way she used one hand to hold me on top of her while my body undulated over her.
But I finally did manage to breathe. When I returned to my senses, she had me cradled in her arms while she stroked my hair and kissed my face. She was so gentle, one arm holding me as the other soothed me.
“I got you,” she whispered. “You’re right here with me. I always want you here, every morning and night. Right where you belong, waking up next to me.”
We lay that way for I don’t know how long. Maybe minutes, maybe hours. Eventually, Nora shifted beside me and I could feel her slipping out of bed. I moaned as the sensation of her leaving me created sensations of lust and a longing to not be empty again.
“We should shower before breakfast,” Nora suggested, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Or everyone will know what we’ve been up to.”
I nodded.