Please.”
My pulse pounded. I felt as if I were outside myself, watching as I knelt between a woman’s legs to pleasure her. Doubt surged. And then she grabbed my wrist with both her hands and pulled my palm hard against her. My eyes widened as my middle finger slipped inside her moist heat.
It was as if I’d plunged my finger into ripe, warm fruit.
Alice writhed. Moments ago, when I’d been in the throes of my own orgasm, I’d had no other thought than to please her. Now, fear gripped me. Could I do to her what she’d done to me?
Her sheath—hot and wet and soft—licked at my finger. Summoning every last vestige of courage I possessed, I pushed my finger in farther.
“Yes!” Alice cried. Her fingers moved to her clitoris, and she began to rub it around and around. The knee of her good leg lifted, and she rocked her hips, forcing my finger in and out of her.
Her free hand encircled my arm, and she pulled me forward so that my hair brushed her belly as I rose to my knees. From this angle, I could piston her. Some savage passion came over me as I began to thrust in and out of her channel.
My mind raced, stopping on one thought: had any man ever done this to her? Something ugly and possessive reared inside me at the idea of it. I wanted to ask her. I wanted to make her admit allegiances that I shouldn’t. I wanted something more from her, and I couldn’t even identify what that something was.
Her breasts jiggled with her raw movements, and flicking my hair back over my shoulder, I leaned down so I could latch on to her nipple. I sucked and stroked it with my tongue. Whimpers and groans escaped her lips as she burrowed her fingers into my hair and held my head there. The muscles in her thighs and calves tensed as her legs closed on my body. I couldn’t have gotten free of her if I’d wanted to, and the thought of her forcing me, dominating me, making me do unspeakable things to her reignited my desire.
Her channel tightened and spasmed around my finger in successive, hard contractions. Her soft cries told me she’d found release. I continued my pace until her arms and legs relaxed, and then, my finger still embedded within her, I collapsed on top of her body.
I don’t recall moving or breathing for what seemed like an hour. Her fingers smoothed over my hair and my shoulder as if she caressed me with a feather instead of her hand.
For the first time in two years, the outside world melted away. Rattle and Snap, my family, my goats, my worries—everything—disappeared until there was only pure physical liberation. I felt safe in a way that I never had before.
Despite our differences, on some level, Alice was the same. She understood me. She accepted me. She knew me as I knew her in that unspoken way only two females can.
That night, I slept naked for the first time in my life—in the arms of another woman.
* * *
Alice listened to the big grandfather clock downstairs chime three. She touched her lips to the top of Belle’s head, and Belle shifted and snuggled closer.
Silky legs entwined with Alice’s. A graceful hand cupped her breast possessively. Alice should be in heaven. Instead, she was in hell.
She’d told herself she wouldn’t push Belle. Shit, she’d told herself she wouldn’t have anything else to do with Belle. But when Belle had come into the bedroom earlier and had begged to be touched, Alice had been unable to resist.
Instantly, her thoughts flooded with carnal images of Belle’s face as ecstasy crashed over her, of the sounds of Belle’s soft moans and the warm, wet feel of her cunny. Alice tensed at the memory of how Belle’s sheath had contracted around her fingers.
She recalled the alluring mixture of curiosity and apprehension gleaming in Belle’s eyes when she’d touched her for the first time. Alice had never ached for a woman’s touch more. And her mouth! When Belle had taken her nipple into her mouth, Alice had thought she’d die from pleasure.
Still, rejection
My pulse pounded. I felt as if I were outside myself, watching as I knelt between a woman’s legs to pleasure her. Doubt surged. And then she grabbed my wrist with both her hands and pulled my palm hard against her. My eyes widened as my middle finger slipped inside her moist heat.
It was as if I’d plunged my finger into ripe, warm fruit.
Alice writhed. Moments ago, when I’d been in the throes of my own orgasm, I’d had no other thought than to please her. Now, fear gripped me. Could I do to her what she’d done to me?
Her sheath—hot and wet and soft—licked at my finger. Summoning every last vestige of courage I possessed, I pushed my finger in farther.
“Yes!” Alice cried. Her fingers moved to her clitoris, and she began to rub it around and around. The knee of her good leg lifted, and she rocked her hips, forcing my finger in and out of her.
Her free hand encircled my arm, and she pulled me forward so that my hair brushed her belly as I rose to my knees. From this angle, I could piston her. Some savage passion came over me as I began to thrust in and out of her channel.
My mind raced, stopping on one thought: had any man ever done this to her? Something ugly and possessive reared inside me at the idea of it. I wanted to ask her. I wanted to make her admit allegiances that I shouldn’t. I wanted something more from her, and I couldn’t even identify what that something was.
Her breasts jiggled with her raw movements, and flicking my hair back over my shoulder, I leaned down so I could latch on to her nipple. I sucked and stroked it with my tongue. Whimpers and groans escaped her lips as she burrowed her fingers into my hair and held my head there. The muscles in her thighs and calves tensed as her legs closed on my body. I couldn’t have gotten free of her if I’d wanted to, and the thought of her forcing me, dominating me, making me do unspeakable things to her reignited my desire.
Her channel tightened and spasmed around my finger in successive, hard contractions. Her soft cries told me she’d found release. I continued my pace until her arms and legs relaxed, and then, my finger still embedded within her, I collapsed on top of her body.
I don’t recall moving or breathing for what seemed like an hour. Her fingers smoothed over my hair and my shoulder as if she caressed me with a feather instead of her hand.
For the first time in two years, the outside world melted away. Rattle and Snap, my family, my goats, my worries—everything—disappeared until there was only pure physical liberation. I felt safe in a way that I never had before.
Despite our differences, on some level, Alice was the same. She understood me. She accepted me. She knew me as I knew her in that unspoken way only two females can.
That night, I slept naked for the first time in my life—in the arms of another woman.
* * *
Alice listened to the big grandfather clock downstairs chime three. She touched her lips to the top of Belle’s head, and Belle shifted and snuggled closer.
Silky legs entwined with Alice’s. A graceful hand cupped her breast possessively. Alice should be in heaven. Instead, she was in hell.
She’d told herself she wouldn’t push Belle. Shit, she’d told herself she wouldn’t have anything else to do with Belle. But when Belle had come into the bedroom earlier and had begged to be touched, Alice had been unable to resist.
Instantly, her thoughts flooded with carnal images of Belle’s face as ecstasy crashed over her, of the sounds of Belle’s soft moans and the warm, wet feel of her cunny. Alice tensed at the memory of how Belle’s sheath had contracted around her fingers.
She recalled the alluring mixture of curiosity and apprehension gleaming in Belle’s eyes when she’d touched her for the first time. Alice had never ached for a woman’s touch more. And her mouth! When Belle had taken her nipple into her mouth, Alice had thought she’d die from pleasure.
Still, rejection
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