through her unchecked.
Arabella unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. They were
more than a handful when June cupped one, the dark pink nipples beaded
tightly. She moaned when June ran her thumb over one. Her hands hooked
under her panties, and she swayed and shifted, removing them with that
flexibility and grace she’d been talking about.
June groaned in appreciation when she stepped back and just looked at
Arabella. At her long legs, at her flat stomach and the curl of her hips. At
her heavy breasts and the mane of blonde hair that flowed nearly to her
waist.
“You’re beautiful,” June whispered in awe. She dropped her hands to
Arabella’s hips and guided her back to the bed.
She had a white duvet with cherry blossoms strewn across it. When she
fell back against it, June just stood there, studying her again, drinking in the
sight of Arabella’s pale skin and golden hair against the flagrant red
blossoms.
She drank her fill, then she climbed onto the bed. She kissed her way
down Arabella’s stomach, over the soft ridges of her gently defined abs,
using her breath to tickle and tease along with her lips and fingertips as she
explored Arabella’s lush curves and satin skin. Arabella shivered and
whimpered, and the noises and movements were so erotic that June felt like
she was going to boil from the inside out.
“I want to see you pleasure yourself,” June said thickly. “Will you show
me?”
She knew she probably wouldn’t have been bold enough if Arabella had
asked, but Arabella seemed to like taking commands. She shifted her legs,
setting her heels on the covers, opening her knees, opening herself. Her
eyes glistened hotly in the lamplight as she watched June watching her. She
was totally smooth, and so wet that when her finger smoothed over her
folds, she gasped at the sensation and her hips angled up, thrusting into her