Page 111 of The Curse of the Goddess

“Oh, my little Seashell.” One long finger slipped through wet folds. “You want this, don’t you?”

Her answer was a broken cry as Maris spread her legs wider. Valda took her time to toy with her clit, rubbing soft and teasing circles around it as her lips traced the curve of Maris’s ear. The younger woman rocked her hips in a silent plea.

Valda inhaled sharply, lifting fingers coated with Maris’s wetness to her mouth for a taste. Maris gasped in surprise, grabbing her hand.

“Valda.”

Maris sounded like she was on the very edge of her own orgasm. That wouldn’t do. Valda wanted to take her time, tease her, and spread her apart before taking her, but at the same time she just wanted to feel Maris wrapped around her. Grip possessive, Valda grabbed Maris’s waist and bent her over the bed, pressing her face to the soft bed sheets.

“Don’t you dare move,” Valda warned, releasing Maris’s thick mane before sliding her hand down her back and ass. As she got on her knees, Valda spread Maris’s thighs apart before dipping her tongue into her drenched pussy. She circled the sensitive nub before she drew it into her mouth, sucking it softly at first.

Maris’s gasp was music to Valda’s ears, and she wanted to hear more, she wanted to fill the room with her moans and cries.

“Tell me you want it, Maris,” Valda whispered, stopping her ministrations to wait for an answer. Instead, she heard Maris’s lustful whimpers. “I can always use my tongue, fill my mouth with your cunt. I can fuck you with my tongue until you come.”

Valda waited for an answer, what she received were grunts and nonsense mumbling coming from Maris. A hand reached to clutch Valda’s hair and pulled her in. But that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to hear Maris say that she wanted the cock.

“Now, now. Use your words.”

A low and frustrated moan escaped Maris, making Valda smirk with pride. Knowing Maris couldn’t form a coherent sentence filled her chest with gratification.

“P-please.”

“Please what, Seashell?” Valda asked, her hand finding Maris’s wet cunt again. Standing, Valda moved behind Maris, the head of the cock pressing against her pussy. And then it was her turn to gasp. She bit her lower lip at how good Maris’s warmth felt.

Maris gripped the hand over her ass. “Please, fuck me with your cock.”

Valda’s breath hitched before releasing a long moan. Her blunt nails dug into the soft skin of Maris’s ass and hip as she positioned herself at Maris’ opening.

Shuddering in a breath, Valda spread Maris’s folds, pressing the head to her clit.“Fuck, Seashell…”

“Valda, please.” Maris reached to touch the cock, positioning it back in her opening.

At first, Valda went slow, coating the tip with Maris’s slickness and shuddering in delight at her lover’s silkiness. The sweet torture wasn’t only for herself, but for Maris as well. The younger woman whimpered, raising her ass to take her in. She couldn’t help but lean and give open-mouth kisses to the salty skin of the young woman’s back. Valda thrusted forward, just enough for the head to slip in.

Maris was perfect, hot and wet and silky and…

Gods. Valda leaned back, pressing her hips until she bottomed out against Maris’s ass.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Maris stiffened under Valda, her labored breathing coming up short as she tried to talk. “You can feel me?”

Valda chuckled, her fingers dragging through the underside of Maris’s hair. She clutched the blue mane and turned her lover’s head to the side. “I can feel everything.” Releasing Maris, Valda’s grip returned to her waist, as she pulled her hips back, until the head was at her opening and pumped right in.

Maris squeezed her for dear life. She could only guess how the burning stretch would feel for her. Sweet and delicious. Panting, Valda pumped into Maris, leaning over her.

“Valda,” she cried, arching her back and giving Valda better leverage.

“Yes,” Valda murmured, her lips caressing Maris’s back, the pressure unfolding on her lower stomach as she slid in and out. “You are perfect. You are so perfect for me.” She pulled back and thrust in harder. “This is where I belong, is it not? Making you scream? Deep inside of you?”

Maris’s long hair brushed against Valda’s callused knuckles as her grip tightened. “Yes. Please,” Maris whimpered, moving her hips to meet Valda’s slow thrusts, begging her to move faster.

“Gods, yes.” Valda shuddered, her pace quickening, the sound of their hips slapping together filling the large chamber. Releasing her hips, Valda caressed Maris’s arched back, finding the spots that made the younger woman shiver until they moved to her neck. Tall frame looming over her, she pulled Maris’s face to hers, tilting her chin as high as she could. “Give me your mouth, Seashell. I want to swallow your screams when you come.”

Valda muffled the loud noises with her mouth. She kissed her deeply, her tongue dragging against Maris’s as she continued thrusting with an unforgiving rhythm.

Maris was at her mercy, and the fact that she relinquished such control spoke volumes. A silent gasp escaped Maris, which Valda drowned with the stroke of her tongue.

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