hot.”
Trembling hard, Corazon would have given away her best Hasselblad camera for the chance to pull the blankets off Blaise. She wanted to see what Blaise was doing, to get down between those slender legs and watch those fingers work. And then help her. Oh yeah, I’d help her . The image of herself between Blaise’s thighs, licking in between busy fingers, was almost enough to send Corazon over the edge. No, not yet. No, no, no.
“You make me wet too. I’m positively drenched.” Blaise’s eyes grew wide and she pushed her fingers between Corazon’s legs, harder, pressing just below the clitoris. At the same time, her other hand moved and she shivered and bit her lower lip.
She’s as turned on as I am. Corazon turned her head, pressing her lips against Blaise’s ear. “You want to touch that clit of yours so bad, don’t you?” Corazon mouthed almost inaudibly, her eyes fastened on the jagged movements under the blanket. “Go ahead. I want to come…I need to, so badly.”
“Not yet. Not just yet.” Blaise leaned against her, her hand never resting. Almost entering her, she pressed hard against Corazon. “You’re going to do something for me now. It might drive us over the edge too soon, but I want you to do as I say.”
Corazon only nodded, knowing for certain that if she spoke, it would come out as a cry of lust.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
Her eyes closing at the suggestive, throaty voice, Corazon reached up, fumbling with the tiny buttons.
“Push your bra up.”
Corazon reached inside her shirt, not needing any more encouragement. She pushed her lace bra up and found her nipples rock hard and aching. Applying just the right pressure, she tweaked them mercilessly, opening her mouth in a soundless cry as equal parts of pleasure and pain stabbed through her breasts.
Blaise caught her silent cry with her lips, freeing her right arm for a moment to raise the blanket enough to hide them from anyone who might pass in the aisle. As they kissed, tongues tasting and teasing, Corazon felt inquisitive fingertips slip into her wet center and Blaise’s thumb briefly flick over her clitoris. Her hips jerked involuntarily as she sought more of the agonizing pleasure. Glancing down at Blaise, she saw her chew her lower lip and the other hand work furiously under the blanket.
“God. So hungry. So hot,” Blaise murmured and leaned closer, her mouth against Corazon’s lips. “So…ready.”
“Yes.” It was a low growl, hushed but urgent. Corazon tugged at her own nipples and rolled them relentlessly into firmly pebbled peaks. Flicking them madly with her nails, she was squirming in her seat. I need more. Much more. Rasping the now-aching nipples with her nails, she came closer to what she needed, but not close enough. Oh God, Blaise, I’m dying here. Take me.
Blaise firmly clasped the hood over Corazon’s swollen clit, forcing the head out with gentle pressure, and ran her index finger repeatedly across the engorged ridge.
“Are you doing this…to yourself?” Corazon managed, the pure bliss striking hard, urging her on. “Are you inside?”
“Deep inside.” Blaise’s voice was low, but the emphasis on deep was enough for Corazon to shudder repeatedly. The small hairs on her arms rose and she shivered as Blaise added a third finger and went impossibly deeper.
Corazon’s hot oil drenched Blaise’s hand. So close. It’s fire. Damn it, it’s pain! Her hips began the inevitable undulation, and she turned her head into Blaise’s neck, pressing hard against fragrant, moist skin. It won’t take much now. I won’t hold. “Blaise…”
“Yes, baby. I know. I know.” The repetitive words accompanied the steady movement of Blaise’s hands. “You want more, don’t you?”
Oh God, yes . “Do you? Can you take more?” Corazon tossed out the challenge in a throaty whisper.
“I’m glad you asked.” The fingers pulled out, then returned after an agonizing delay, four of them filling her
Trembling hard, Corazon would have given away her best Hasselblad camera for the chance to pull the blankets off Blaise. She wanted to see what Blaise was doing, to get down between those slender legs and watch those fingers work. And then help her. Oh yeah, I’d help her . The image of herself between Blaise’s thighs, licking in between busy fingers, was almost enough to send Corazon over the edge. No, not yet. No, no, no.
“You make me wet too. I’m positively drenched.” Blaise’s eyes grew wide and she pushed her fingers between Corazon’s legs, harder, pressing just below the clitoris. At the same time, her other hand moved and she shivered and bit her lower lip.
She’s as turned on as I am. Corazon turned her head, pressing her lips against Blaise’s ear. “You want to touch that clit of yours so bad, don’t you?” Corazon mouthed almost inaudibly, her eyes fastened on the jagged movements under the blanket. “Go ahead. I want to come…I need to, so badly.”
“Not yet. Not just yet.” Blaise leaned against her, her hand never resting. Almost entering her, she pressed hard against Corazon. “You’re going to do something for me now. It might drive us over the edge too soon, but I want you to do as I say.”
Corazon only nodded, knowing for certain that if she spoke, it would come out as a cry of lust.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
Her eyes closing at the suggestive, throaty voice, Corazon reached up, fumbling with the tiny buttons.
“Push your bra up.”
Corazon reached inside her shirt, not needing any more encouragement. She pushed her lace bra up and found her nipples rock hard and aching. Applying just the right pressure, she tweaked them mercilessly, opening her mouth in a soundless cry as equal parts of pleasure and pain stabbed through her breasts.
Blaise caught her silent cry with her lips, freeing her right arm for a moment to raise the blanket enough to hide them from anyone who might pass in the aisle. As they kissed, tongues tasting and teasing, Corazon felt inquisitive fingertips slip into her wet center and Blaise’s thumb briefly flick over her clitoris. Her hips jerked involuntarily as she sought more of the agonizing pleasure. Glancing down at Blaise, she saw her chew her lower lip and the other hand work furiously under the blanket.
“God. So hungry. So hot,” Blaise murmured and leaned closer, her mouth against Corazon’s lips. “So…ready.”
“Yes.” It was a low growl, hushed but urgent. Corazon tugged at her own nipples and rolled them relentlessly into firmly pebbled peaks. Flicking them madly with her nails, she was squirming in her seat. I need more. Much more. Rasping the now-aching nipples with her nails, she came closer to what she needed, but not close enough. Oh God, Blaise, I’m dying here. Take me.
Blaise firmly clasped the hood over Corazon’s swollen clit, forcing the head out with gentle pressure, and ran her index finger repeatedly across the engorged ridge.
“Are you doing this…to yourself?” Corazon managed, the pure bliss striking hard, urging her on. “Are you inside?”
“Deep inside.” Blaise’s voice was low, but the emphasis on deep was enough for Corazon to shudder repeatedly. The small hairs on her arms rose and she shivered as Blaise added a third finger and went impossibly deeper.
Corazon’s hot oil drenched Blaise’s hand. So close. It’s fire. Damn it, it’s pain! Her hips began the inevitable undulation, and she turned her head into Blaise’s neck, pressing hard against fragrant, moist skin. It won’t take much now. I won’t hold. “Blaise…”
“Yes, baby. I know. I know.” The repetitive words accompanied the steady movement of Blaise’s hands. “You want more, don’t you?”
Oh God, yes . “Do you? Can you take more?” Corazon tossed out the challenge in a throaty whisper.
“I’m glad you asked.” The fingers pulled out, then returned after an agonizing delay, four of them filling her
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