together, her breath blowing hot across my cheek as I
brought her face close to mine. I kissed her lightly at first,
nibbling her lower lip as I skimmed my mouth against hers. I inched
my fingers higher on her leg, and traced the small scar on her
upper thigh as I flicked my tongue against her slightly parted
mouth.
More .
She tried to say it, but it came out muffled
against my probing tongue. The hungry noise she made instead was
enough to encourage me. When I dipped my fingers between her legs,
I discovered she’d removed the lacy thong she’d been wearing
earlier. Delighted with the bounty of her bare pussy lips against
my finger, I took my time tracing, fold by fold, fighting my
craving to dive deeper.
“Naughty girl.” Hot breath ghosted over my
cheeks as she nodded. “Did you play with yourself in the bathroom?”
She shook her head. Time bent around us, everything far away and
dreamy. We made our own little world where the heat of her cunt was
burning the tips of my fingers and everything felt so good, nothing
else mattered. “Tell me,” I ordered as I lifted my free hand to her
collarbone before trailing down to her breast to play and explore.
Her nipple puckered under the silk, the stiff point beckoning to
me. “Go on, beautiful. Tell me the wicked things you saw that made
you so hot.”
Adelita shivered, a signal that lowering the
timbre of my voice, adding that touch of command, had been the
right choice. “They didn’t pay attention to me when I walked in.
Didn’t hesitate for a second. Right out there in the open. They
were just…”
The arousal pooling between my legs grew
heavy as I touched her clit and found it hard. She jerked, a tremor
arching her back so those perfect breasts were pressing against
mine. God, she has the best fucking tits. “What were they
doing, baby?”
I gave her a few seconds to gather breath.
Just as I ready to ask—no, demand —her tongue flicked out to
wet her lips. “There was a redhead with her back against the wall.
She had a leg wrapped around a blonde, just a little shorter than
her, and…I could see the blonde’s arm moving.”
The image of the two women formed in my
lust-hazed brain. Adelita had never expressed an interest in
playing voyeur, but something told me her first taste of the kink
wasn’t going to be her last. “Did you see anything?”
She shook her head, inhaling sharply when I
parted her pussy lips. Her blue eyes glazed over again, the illicit
thrill of being openly touched as she described the scene she’d
witnessed pulling her further into the moment.
“Did you stop and stare?” When she didn’t
answer, I dipped one finger into her opening, just to the first
knuckle. Her eyes fluttered closed, breaking the intense connection
we’d been sharing. No. I wasn’t going to let her pull away
from me. “Look at me, Adelita.” When she complied after a few long
tense moments, I pushed my finger to the second knuckle. “Did you
watch them fuck?”
“Not at first.” Her throat worked as she
inhaled. “I felt like I was intruding, so I ducked into a stall. I
could still hear them, though. They were whispering to each other,
but I could hear every word they said. So, I…I listened.”
Her obvious embarrassment at doing something
so out of the ordinary was adorable. My straight-laced, OCD,
nary-a-strand-of-hair-out-of-place lover had gotten all hot and
bothered by a couple of strangers just trying to sate their needs.
I wanted to tell her how much I loved her right now, but I also
didn’t want to break the intensity of the moment. “What were they
saying to each other?”
She shrugged. A defiant gesture that made me
withdraw my finger. Her soft whimper, and the way she clamped her
fingers around my wrist, nearly made me shout in triumph. “Tell me
what they were saying and I’ll touch you again.”
Her grip on my wrist eased. “The blonde spoke
the most. She was explaining in detail what she was doing. Silly
because the redhead
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