Though it pained me, I stopped the kiss for a moment. “Do you like my diddeys?” I asked.
“I… They’re lovely, my lady.”
They swelled even as she said it, Amelia, I swear to you.
I smiled into her cerulean eyes. “Pinch my nipples, Hattie. Please.”
“But the kissing, my lady? I…” Her blush heightened again, and a tiny smile curved her lips upward.
My cunny throbbed! She was enjoying the kissing as much as I.
“Never fear,” said I. “We shall continue the kissing. But my nipples long for your fingertips, my dear. It will feel good to me, I promise you. My titties are aching for your touch.”
With a tentative hand, she touched my turgid nipple.
“Oh, yes, sweet Hattie.” I closed my eyes. “Twist that firm little bud. Harder. Harder!”
She closed her fingertips around my aching nipple. A jolt thundered through me.
Dearest Amelia, I nearly climaxed then and there! Oh, her fingertips were heaven.
“The other, Hattie. The other,” I begged.
And her free hand cupped my second breast, her thumb easing over the tight nipple.
“Do you like it, my lady?”
“Yes, yes, I love it. Twist them, Hattie. Pinch them.” I held my breasts out to her in offering as her fingers continued to work their magic.
I slid my own fingers into my drawers and glided them over my wet cunt. My clitoris—such a funny new word that you taught me, Amelia dear—was rock hard and swollen, and with only a slight brushing of my hand, I launched into climax.
My whole body trembled, Amelia, much like it did when you sent me to climax oh so many times. I grabbed Hattie and pushed my tongue back between those luscious lips. I drank from her essence as I came down from the highest peak. And Amelia, she kissed me back with such a frenzy! Her vanilla tongue twirled with mine for endless moments, until she gasped and broke away.
“My lady! We should be ashamed.”
“Of what, my dear? Of enjoying ourselves? ’Tis folly to be ashamed of such a thing.” I hesitated a bit. “You did enjoy yourself, didn’t you?”
Again that lovely blush veil
ed her face and neck as she fidgeted. “Y-Yes, my lady.”
I walked forward, pushing her backward until her legs hit my bed. “I should like to see you unclothed, Hattie. Here”—I turned her around—“let me undress you.”
“I-I can’t.”
I turned her back around and looked straight into those blue orbs. “You can’t? Why on earth not? I am your mistress. You can and should do whatever I ask of you.”
“But my lady, it’s not… I just can’t.”
I smiled and took her lovely face in my hands. “You can’t because you shouldn’t? Or you can’t because you don’t want to?”
“I-I shouldn’t, of course.”
“So you do want to, then?”
“My lady—”
“You may think of this kind of play as forbidden fruit, yet that makes it so much sweeter, doesn’t it?” I turned her back around and fiddled with the knot on the back of her head until her blond locks tumbled free. “Such lovely hair you have, sweet Hattie.”