nbsp; Eden didn’t want her to stop. She couldn’t live with anything if Jos stopped, so she pulled her closer. She kissed her hard. She licked at the seam of her lips until they parted on a whimper, then she thrust her tongue into Jos’ mouth, stroking hers, stoking her fire, daring her to be able to push her away when it was clear that Jos wanted her as much as she did.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jos commanded, breaking the kiss. She scraped her teeth along Eden’s lower lip and the bloom of copper in her mouth was tangy and sharp on her tongue.
“Wh-what?” she panted. She wasn’t drunk anymore, but her overstimulated brain was working slower than it normally did.
“If you want to do this, if you want this, me, right now, then you’ll get on your hands and knees.”
“O-okay.” Eden was moving even before she finished saying the word.
She scrambled up onto her knees, then she planted her hands on the mattress near the pillows. She curled her fingers into fists, grasping the sheets and the blankets. She was so open, so exposed and bared, and Jos was looking at her. A ripple of humiliation washed over her, but as soon as Jos’ touch was there, one finger trailing down her spine, it was banished, the shame turning into something else that burned so much hotter and brighter.
Jos trailed her finger down Eden’s spine, stopping at her bottom. She cupped the twin globes boldly and Eden gasped. Jos spread Eden’s legs with her hand, knocking them apart, truly opening her up. She could feel the rush of the bedroom’s cool air against her overheated skin. She was wet. She was so wet that it was mortifying.
“Look at you,” Jos purred. “So wet that you’re dripping down your thighs already.” She dipped her hand between Eden’s legs, not touching her there, but gathering the wetness that was indeed trickling down the insides of her legs. Shockingly, she smeared it over Eden’s ass after, over both her cheeks, painting her with her own desire.
“If you’re going to spank me, just do it,” Eden ground out.
“Is that what you want? My handprint across your beautiful, round ass?” Jos’ voice was bored, but Eden could hear the fraying that she didn’t want to reveal. She was painfully turned on and it made another rush of wetness coat Eden’s thighs.
“I don’t know. Do what you want to do.”
“Spanking is so trite. If you want to be punished, I’m afraid I’m not going to give that to you. I’m going to deny you what you want.”
“Wh-why?”
“Because that’s a different form of punishment. Anticipation. Waiting.”
“Oh God, Jos, please.”
“Begging now? Well, which is it? Do you want my hand across your ass, or do you want my mouth on your pretty pink pussy?”
“Oh fuck. Oh God.”
“No. No God. It’s just me. It’s just me and you, and if you want to stop, then you had better get up and leave now.”
“I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop. Please. Give me your mouth.” As soon as Eden said it, she thought that just because she had, Jos wouldn’t do it. That she was playing games with her, twisting her words around, being cruel with her to prove that she was in control, but Jos was an enigma. She didn’t twist anything up for Eden, didn’t turn anything around.
No, she gave her what she wanted.
Her hands knocked Eden’s legs even further apart, until her thighs shook with being spread so open, then her mouth was there. Hot, so hot. She didn’t go easy. She wasn’t sweet. She didn’t start out slow and warm Eden up. She attacked her with a fury, driving her tongue into her opening, through her folds, eating her messily.
Eden was desperate. She was desperate for every new sensation unfurling in her. She was wild with it, out of control. And all with this woman, the very first woman she had ever craved. She was desperate for her touch. For her fingers and her tongue and her lips. She’d never thought she’d be here, never thought she’d want to be here, but she was, and it was everything she thought she wanted and everything she thought she’d never wanted, and so much fucking more.
She was wrecked with it. She felt destroyed. Her legs were shaking. Her thighs were vibrating. And there was Jos. Jos knew what she was doing. She licked Eden over and over again. Brutally. With hot, hard passes. She licked her from her entrance almost up to her ass, and Eden struggled against her. She struggled because it was so taboo and so wrong and so, so good, and so right. She was losing her mind. Her brain was jumping ship and her body was taking over. She was all want and need.
Jos grasped Eden’s legs, holding her open, keeping her from falling over, bracing her. Eden’s hands grasped at the sheets, clawed at the pillows. She writhed against Jos, her hips a swirling, arching, aching mass.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Jos said from behind her. “You have the most perfect pussy. So wet. So soft. So delicious. So pink and open and wild for me. You like what I’m giving you, Eden?”
“Yes,” Eden sobbed. Her hips thrashed wildly. “Yes.”
She was aching between her legs. Throbbing. She’d never felt anything worse. Never felt anything better. Jos knew just how to torture Eden. She flicked over her clit, gave her no real pressure, nothing to grind against when she bucked her hips back, demanding, trying to take. She wasn’t the one in control.
Jos’ hand moved up, caressing Eden’s slick folds. She ground against her fingers, but Jos was too skilled. She stayed away from Eden’s clit, and she let out a growl of frustration, a sound so feral that it astounded her. Jos did part her, spreading her open. It was too intimate. It was too much. It was never going to be enough.
“Please,” Eden begged. “Please, Jos, make me come.”
“Are you sure? You might be sorry you asked me to do that.”