touch.
She smoothed her index finger around her clit, closing her eyes and
throwing her head back against the pillows at the sensation. June’s own
hand drifted down between her legs, circling her clit slowly, teasing herself
as she watched Arabella do the same.
Arabella circled her clit again, smearing her wetness over herself,
rocking into her hand. She didn’t try to stop herself from making exquisite
sounds of pleasure. They fell from her mouth like a rich dark chocolate that
June wanted to devour. She loved the sight of Arabella, her pale thighs
parted, her hand working herself, almost more than she could bear.
Even though June had planned on watching Arabella take herself to
climax, she couldn’t wait another second to taste her, or she was going to…
God, she didn’t know what was going to happen, but she’d never felt such a
strong need to do anything before.
“Will you let me taste you?” June rasped. “Please?”
Arabella stopped, and her eyes shot open. She scrambled onto her hands
and knees so fast that June nearly giggled. She would have been content to
taste Arabella as she was, but she remembered what she’d said in the
kitchen. Again, June didn’t think that she herself could have been so bold,
but when Arabella grasped the top of the headboard, curling her hands into
the upholstery, and waited, June’s mouth went bone dry.
God, Arabella was perfectly made. She was a goddess, her skin so
smooth and creamy that it looked like it had been painted by a master. Her
curves made June’s mouth water all over again. A stream of saliva jetted
over her tongue when she got bold enough or reach for Arabella, smoothing
her hand over the curl of her hip, tracing the curve of her bottom. Arabella
made a noise that was all pleasure as June parted her legs gently. She
positioned herself behind her, getting down on the bed until her face was at
the right angle. She waited for just a second, letting her breath tease the
sensitive inside of Arabella’s thighs until she whimpered.