She sat up too, and grabbed me. She muffled my scream with her hand, and then her kiss. Her lips were soft, plush, like a luxury interior of the fanciest car I’ve ever seen.
It was so warm. I kissed her fervently, aggressively, because I wanted that warmth. Her tongue traced the inside of my mouth while my lips begged her for more.
She pulled back my hair. It hurt, but like every other feeling I had, that only blended into and intensified the pleasure.
She ran her nail down from my throat to my clit, then started rubbing.
The way she rubbed was magic. It was like she knew exactly where I was screaming to be touched.
She ordered me, “Lick my breasts while I rub your clit. Do it now. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
I followed her orders. I didn’t know what I could do other than do what she said and keep her rubbing me. I thought if I didn’t keep having her hands on me, I would explode.
My lips found her breasts easily. They could nearly fit in my whole big mouth, but I focused my tongue on her nipples.
I’d played with Rob’s nipples before, but they didn’t feel like these. His were rough and got hard when they wanted. Hers were pliable, melting and engorging at my touch.
They felt so good on my tongue I nearly forgot she was playing with me, until she dove her finger inside me.
She found my g-spot almost immediately. Her finger was perfectly shaped to reach it at the position we were in.
She smashed it, hard, while rubbing her breasts against my face. I greedily sucked, bit, and licked everything she put in front of me.
When she withdrew her finger, I hadn’t come yet. I was ready to scream and beg for more, but she held up a demanding finger.
“Lay down,” she said, and she stuck her finger into my mouth.
I tasted myself and moaned. It tasted great on the tip of her finger.
She bent down and started licking me.
At first it was gentle. So gentle, it felt cruel. She was teasing me.
I pressed myself against her and she scratched my thigh with vicious nails. I screamed, and she said, “Yes, scream for me. I love it, let go, give me everything.”
Then her tongue got more aggressive. The feeling was so intense I tried to squirm away from her, but I wanted it and always slid right back.
I pressed myself as hard against her perfectly shaped face as I could. She ate me, and the sight of the top of her perfectly blonde head drove me crazy.
It wasn’t long until she knew she had me nearly coming. She slid back on top of me and our legs locked.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I said, “I’ve never scissored before.”
“Shut up and do what feels good,” she told me.
I suppose, in a way, it was some of the best advice I’ve ever received.
We grinded our bodies against each other until I couldn’t tell whose legs were whose. All I knew was every second, our pleasure heightened, until we were both screaming, gripping each other’s breasts and biting each other’s necks in a frantic race to orgasm.
She came first, which surprised me, but she wasted no time recuperating. She had me on all fours in front of her, my ass facing her, so she could finger me into coming.
She kissed and bit my back while she fingered my g-spot, and when I came it was an explosion. I started to sob from the pleasure. My body shook like an earthquake.
I laid on the floor, ass up, spent. She smacked my ass and said, “Might as well enjoy ourselves. The flooding is rising. The storm is only getting worse. I doubt anyone will come rescue us.”
She stood. She commanded, “Clean up and join me in the kitchen. I have more ideas.”
She exited the dressing room. I barely knew what to do, but I realized all I wanted was more. More of what she’d just done to me.
I got up and excited the room as well, only to come face to face with Joseph’s horrible grin, waiting right outside.