and drew it to my breast. My senses exploded as she cupped me there and then rolled my nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger. Everything inside me careened wildly out of control. When her hand left my breast and skimmed down my belly and between my legs, I instantly spread for her.
What wanton muse had possessed me? Still gazing into my eyes, she slid her fingers through my already creamy folds. Her shoulder dipped slightly as she reached farther, searching, searching— oh, yes , finding.
My world tilted. I clung to her shoulders and moaned as she found that wonderful spot inside my channel. I’d never experienced a touch so gentle and yet so effective. Her head descended, and at once, my nipple was in her hot mouth. Her tongue flicked the distended bud, and I wound my fingers into her hair, holding her head captive there while her expert fingers plunged into my eager cunny.
The words she’d uttered the night she’d killed the wounded Yankee resounded in my head. “ Will you do the same for me ?”
Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes . I was her slave. I would willingly do anything she bade me to do.
The door rattled on its hinges as I rocked my hips in time with her hand. “Yes,” she hissed, and suddenly bliss was upon me.
Shocked that it had happened to quickly, I whimpered and rode her hand as spasms coursed through me with violent abandon.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her mouth now at my ear. “Let it come, Belle. Let it come on my fingers.”
My sheath squeezed her fingers. She didn’t let up. I couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was too much. The throes continued and continued until they finally eddied away.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I gave in to the pleasure she rendered from my sex. Her hips wedged between my legs, and she pinned me hard against the door. She pushed her lust-coated fingers into my mouth. “Taste it, Belle.”
I should have been repulsed. Instead, I grasped her hand and suckled and tasted and drank the sweet nectar she’d milked from my cunny. I was hers, and she knew it.
When I’d licked her fingers clean, she backed away and shucked her clothing. I watched, fervid to touch her. She undressed like a man, kicking off her boots by wedging on the heel with the toes of the other foot. Reaching behind her head, she yanked her shirt off, neck first. I had her breasts in my hands before she could get her breeches undone.
My impatience to touch her vied with confusion. My mind screamed that this was wicked, immoral. My body had a voice and a will of its own. Her nipples grew taut in my hands. I tweaked and tugged them, fascinated by the differences and similarities in our bodies.
Alice’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. I loved that I did this to her, that I gave her this pleasure. The feel of her firm breasts reignited my own desire.
Taking my hands, she dragged me toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sank and pushed herself back, spreading her legs while I crawled onto the bed between them. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the dusting of hair where her swollen clitoris peeped from between two peachy folds. She spread her legs wider, and her flesh opened like the petals of a rose to expose all her glistening secrets.
Beneath all her bravado, boots, and boyish looks, she was all woman—so delicately feminine—that I stared amazed.
“Put your finger inside me, Belle,” she rasped.
Hesitantly, I reached for her but then stopped. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes you do,” she said as her hand clasped mine. She guided it to her center and bucked when I cupped her mound. Her entire body trembled, and she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
I swallowed thickly. Heat radiated from her body. Slick wetness coated my fingers. I’d done this to her. I ached to explore her. My fingers curled into the creamy crevices.
Gripping fistfuls of the covers, she bowed off the bed. “Don’t tease me. Please, Belle.
What wanton muse had possessed me? Still gazing into my eyes, she slid her fingers through my already creamy folds. Her shoulder dipped slightly as she reached farther, searching, searching— oh, yes , finding.
My world tilted. I clung to her shoulders and moaned as she found that wonderful spot inside my channel. I’d never experienced a touch so gentle and yet so effective. Her head descended, and at once, my nipple was in her hot mouth. Her tongue flicked the distended bud, and I wound my fingers into her hair, holding her head captive there while her expert fingers plunged into my eager cunny.
The words she’d uttered the night she’d killed the wounded Yankee resounded in my head. “ Will you do the same for me ?”
Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes . I was her slave. I would willingly do anything she bade me to do.
The door rattled on its hinges as I rocked my hips in time with her hand. “Yes,” she hissed, and suddenly bliss was upon me.
Shocked that it had happened to quickly, I whimpered and rode her hand as spasms coursed through me with violent abandon.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her mouth now at my ear. “Let it come, Belle. Let it come on my fingers.”
My sheath squeezed her fingers. She didn’t let up. I couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was too much. The throes continued and continued until they finally eddied away.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I gave in to the pleasure she rendered from my sex. Her hips wedged between my legs, and she pinned me hard against the door. She pushed her lust-coated fingers into my mouth. “Taste it, Belle.”
I should have been repulsed. Instead, I grasped her hand and suckled and tasted and drank the sweet nectar she’d milked from my cunny. I was hers, and she knew it.
When I’d licked her fingers clean, she backed away and shucked her clothing. I watched, fervid to touch her. She undressed like a man, kicking off her boots by wedging on the heel with the toes of the other foot. Reaching behind her head, she yanked her shirt off, neck first. I had her breasts in my hands before she could get her breeches undone.
My impatience to touch her vied with confusion. My mind screamed that this was wicked, immoral. My body had a voice and a will of its own. Her nipples grew taut in my hands. I tweaked and tugged them, fascinated by the differences and similarities in our bodies.
Alice’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. I loved that I did this to her, that I gave her this pleasure. The feel of her firm breasts reignited my own desire.
Taking my hands, she dragged me toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sank and pushed herself back, spreading her legs while I crawled onto the bed between them. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the dusting of hair where her swollen clitoris peeped from between two peachy folds. She spread her legs wider, and her flesh opened like the petals of a rose to expose all her glistening secrets.
Beneath all her bravado, boots, and boyish looks, she was all woman—so delicately feminine—that I stared amazed.
“Put your finger inside me, Belle,” she rasped.
Hesitantly, I reached for her but then stopped. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes you do,” she said as her hand clasped mine. She guided it to her center and bucked when I cupped her mound. Her entire body trembled, and she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
I swallowed thickly. Heat radiated from her body. Slick wetness coated my fingers. I’d done this to her. I ached to explore her. My fingers curled into the creamy crevices.
Gripping fistfuls of the covers, she bowed off the bed. “Don’t tease me. Please, Belle.
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