to the brim. Corazon’s sex stretched to accommodate the insistent hand, and she leaned back farther into the seat, needing to see Blaise’s face. “You’re taking me.” Corazon heard the wonder in her own voice.
“Hell, yes.” A sublime look of lust and joy spread over Blaise’s features as she surreptitiously rocked against her own hand. “It’s…too much. I’m going to come.”
“Me too.” Corazon’s head was spinning. Suddenly she was teetering at the edge of the precipice, not sure how she’d ended up there. It was damn near impossible to speak through the red haze that surrounded her. “I’m so close. I can’t take it any longer.” She wasn’t sure the other woman had heard her. Blaise kept up the maddening caress until Corazon was ready to scream. Suddenly the hand almost withdrew, only to alter direction immediately, plunging four fingers deep inside. Blaise pressed the base of her palm against Corazon’s clit again, rubbing it mercilessly as the fingers curled up within her, connecting with those special nerve endings she rarely could find herself. It can’t be happening. She can’t be pushing me over the edge so fast. I normally have to wait so long, forever, almost. What’s going on? What…
“You feel so good. So hot…so ready.” Blaise went rigid against her own hand. “It’s as if you’re the one taking me. You’re…fucking me, aren’t you? In your mind?”
“Oh, yes.” And she was. In her mind, Corazon spread Blaise’s legs with her shoulders, thrust eager fingers inside, and latched onto her inflamed clit with her tongue. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“I think I do.” Blaise tipped her head to the left and bit down on Corazon’s neck. Feeling the teeth dig into her skin, Corazon lost what little shred of self-control she had left. The orgasm hit with shattering force, turbulence in her pelvis that struck arrows of tormented bliss up her abdomen and down her thighs. She closed her eyes and rode the orgasm toward oblivion, vaguely aware of Blaise’s jerking hips next to her. The sharp teeth turned into soft lips and a tongue, soothing the bite. “I’m going to come, Corazon…”
“Yes, that’s it. Give it to me.” Corazon moved one hand from her breasts and pushed it stealthily toward Blaise, under the blanket. She found a bunched-up skirt; naked, damp thighs; and a furiously working hand.
When Corazon’s fingers reached Blaise’s hand, Blaise pulled her own fingers out, whispering hotly, “Do it! Go inside!”
Corazon slid home without effort, the copious wetness making it easy. Curling her fingers, she pushed in and out at a steady pace.
“You’re going to kill me. Faster.” Her voice a mere whimper, Blaise still tried to dictate Corazon’s actions.
“Not quite so fast.” Her thumb found Blaise’s clitoris, impossibly large and wet. When she began to circle it, occasionally flattening it in the midst of all the wetness, Corazon knew Blaise wouldn’t last much longer. She placed a series of tiny kisses on her damp forehead. “I’ve got you. Come!”
The feel of Blaise’s fingers still immersed inside her sent new shivers through Corazon. “You’re going to make me come again,” she whispered against Blaise’s delicate ear.
“Oh, Corazon.” Blaise pressed her legs together, trapping Corazon’s hand. “Now!”
Contractions, bordering on convulsions, clasped Corazon’s fingers. Small flutters grew to wing-beats, escalated to a single, hard wave of pleasure. Strange, distant drums, vaguely recognizable as her own heartbeat, echoed inside her head as her body tossed in orgasm. After the storm, they slowly separated. Corazon made sure the three blankets covered them neatly and hugged the somnolent woman in her arms. “You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.”
Resting on Corazon’s shoulder, Blaise looked up, her eyes not quite focused. “Did it help?”
“What?” Overwhelming fatigue settled on Corazon like yet
“Hell, yes.” A sublime look of lust and joy spread over Blaise’s features as she surreptitiously rocked against her own hand. “It’s…too much. I’m going to come.”
“Me too.” Corazon’s head was spinning. Suddenly she was teetering at the edge of the precipice, not sure how she’d ended up there. It was damn near impossible to speak through the red haze that surrounded her. “I’m so close. I can’t take it any longer.” She wasn’t sure the other woman had heard her. Blaise kept up the maddening caress until Corazon was ready to scream. Suddenly the hand almost withdrew, only to alter direction immediately, plunging four fingers deep inside. Blaise pressed the base of her palm against Corazon’s clit again, rubbing it mercilessly as the fingers curled up within her, connecting with those special nerve endings she rarely could find herself. It can’t be happening. She can’t be pushing me over the edge so fast. I normally have to wait so long, forever, almost. What’s going on? What…
“You feel so good. So hot…so ready.” Blaise went rigid against her own hand. “It’s as if you’re the one taking me. You’re…fucking me, aren’t you? In your mind?”
“Oh, yes.” And she was. In her mind, Corazon spread Blaise’s legs with her shoulders, thrust eager fingers inside, and latched onto her inflamed clit with her tongue. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“I think I do.” Blaise tipped her head to the left and bit down on Corazon’s neck. Feeling the teeth dig into her skin, Corazon lost what little shred of self-control she had left. The orgasm hit with shattering force, turbulence in her pelvis that struck arrows of tormented bliss up her abdomen and down her thighs. She closed her eyes and rode the orgasm toward oblivion, vaguely aware of Blaise’s jerking hips next to her. The sharp teeth turned into soft lips and a tongue, soothing the bite. “I’m going to come, Corazon…”
“Yes, that’s it. Give it to me.” Corazon moved one hand from her breasts and pushed it stealthily toward Blaise, under the blanket. She found a bunched-up skirt; naked, damp thighs; and a furiously working hand.
When Corazon’s fingers reached Blaise’s hand, Blaise pulled her own fingers out, whispering hotly, “Do it! Go inside!”
Corazon slid home without effort, the copious wetness making it easy. Curling her fingers, she pushed in and out at a steady pace.
“You’re going to kill me. Faster.” Her voice a mere whimper, Blaise still tried to dictate Corazon’s actions.
“Not quite so fast.” Her thumb found Blaise’s clitoris, impossibly large and wet. When she began to circle it, occasionally flattening it in the midst of all the wetness, Corazon knew Blaise wouldn’t last much longer. She placed a series of tiny kisses on her damp forehead. “I’ve got you. Come!”
The feel of Blaise’s fingers still immersed inside her sent new shivers through Corazon. “You’re going to make me come again,” she whispered against Blaise’s delicate ear.
“Oh, Corazon.” Blaise pressed her legs together, trapping Corazon’s hand. “Now!”
Contractions, bordering on convulsions, clasped Corazon’s fingers. Small flutters grew to wing-beats, escalated to a single, hard wave of pleasure. Strange, distant drums, vaguely recognizable as her own heartbeat, echoed inside her head as her body tossed in orgasm. After the storm, they slowly separated. Corazon made sure the three blankets covered them neatly and hugged the somnolent woman in her arms. “You’re beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.”
Resting on Corazon’s shoulder, Blaise looked up, her eyes not quite focused. “Did it help?”
“What?” Overwhelming fatigue settled on Corazon like yet
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