Arabella slipped two fingers into June’s tight pussy while teasing her
with her tongue. She’d been correct when she thought June was close to
climaxing. She came hard, her tight channel clenching around Arabella’s
fingers. Her hips rolled into Arabella’s hand and face as she rode out her
climax. She didn’t make a sound, except for her harsh breathing, while her
hips pumped and her stomach and thighs trembled and clenched tightly
against Arabella’s shoulders and face.
After, when she was still trembling, Arabella withdrew her fingers and
brought them to June’s face. She had her head thrown back and her eyes
closed tightly, but her lips parted, and she suckled Arabella’s fingers deeply
inside her mouth, licking her own juices off. It was so hot watching her take
those fingers a second time that Arabella could have imploded on the spot.
June’s eyes finally opened. She pulled back, then shifted off the counter,
tugging her skirt down as her feet touched the floor again. She seemed
totally unsteady and had to grip the countertop to support herself.
“Well, that was…Holy God, that was amazing. I have something in mind
for you.”
“Oh?” Arabella wasn’t sure she’d last through two seconds of whatever
June had planned. Her clit pulsed and her core ached so fiercely that she
thought a single touch would be enough to set her off.
“Do you have a bed? I mean, of course you have a bed.” June laughed, a
deep, happy, sated laugh. “I thought you might want to go there, take off all
your clothes, and show me how you like to be touched.”
Oh, my God. She was half afraid that she’d get naked and all it would
take was a scorching look from June and she’d come undone. Maybe that
was okay. Maybe she could make herself come again while June watched.
Instead of salvaging her dignity, she didn’t need to be worried about it. If
she lasted a second, she lasted a second. She’d make sure June knew it was
a compliment.
“And then,” June added darkly, in a deeper, huskier tone than Arabella