tongue. The deep, tangy musk of Romi’s arousal nearly sent Kiera straight
over the edge. She wondered if it was possible to orgasm without even
touching herself. She would have said no before. Now she wasn’t sure.
Anything might be possible now.
Kiera swirled her tongue over Romi’s center, right over the lace. She
tasted her like that, straying from her clit until Romi’s legs were shaking
beside her face. Only then did Kiera sweep Romi’s panties aside and allow
herself the pleasure of Romi’s beautiful, smooth skin. She was so soft and
perfect that it made Kiera’s head swim. Of course Romi was perfect there.
She was perfect everywhere. She clearly invested in waxes or used the best
razor known to humanity.
“Oh my god,” Romi moaned wildly. “I-I… Yes. More…” She punctuated
each throaty word by digging her nails into Kiera’s scalp and dragging her
face even closer.
Kiera loved the slight burn of pain that Romi’s nails caused. She’d tasted
her now, but it did nothing to sate her craving. If anything, it only made her
want her more. She wanted to undress her and feast her eyes on her Romi’s
beautiful figure. She wanted to taste her everywhere. She wanted it all. She
wanted to be inside of her. Her fingers. Her tongue. She wanted Romi
grinding against her until they both came together in a haze of white hot
passion.
They couldn’t. Not here. Not even if Kiera wanted Romi so desperately
that it caused a physical ache in just about every cell and nerve ending she
had. She felt alive, but it was a painful kind of awakening. Her skin was a
mess of goosebumps and red hot cinders.
She used her tongue to claim Romi. To do everything to her that she
couldn’t do because they were at work. She thrust her tongue into Romi’s
opening and made her scream. She flicked it against her clit before sucking
the hard bud into her mouth. She drove her into a wild, moaning, straining
frenzy before she let her shatter.