Page 13 of Sugar Plum Dreams

She had been kissed before—by men who moved too fast, who took without asking—but this was different. This was unlike anything she'd ever known. The way Cin kissed her made her feel cherished, like she was the only person in the world. The softness of Cin's lips against hers, the way their mouths fit together so naturally—it was as if Kristen had never truly been kissed until this moment.

Electricity spread through her chest, filling every empty space. Cin pulled back just slightly, their foreheads nearly touching. Kristen opened her eyes, dazed and breathless. It felt like a secret had passed between them, something only they could understand.

Cin's hands slid down to the buttons of Kristen's blouse, her gaze holding Kristen's. "May I?"

Kristen swallowed hard, arousal stirring low in her belly at Cin's request. She gave a small nod. "Yes."

With slow, deliberate movements, Cin began unbuttoning Kristen's blouse. "Just breathe, darling. I've got you."

A delicious shiver ran down Kristen's spine at the endearment. Cin eased the blouse off Kristen's shoulders, dropping soft kisses along her collarbone.

"You. Are. Exquisite." Each word was punctuated, like it was its own sentence.

Cin trailed a finger along the edge of Kristen's bra. Kristen squirmed, needing more but unsure how to ask. She didn't have to. Cin unhooked the bra with nimble fingers, baring her breasts.

Kristen flushed under the intensity of Cin's gaze. No one had ever looked at her with such reverence. Cin cupped one breast, thumb gliding over the nipple.

A gasp tore out of Kristen's throat. Her back arched into the touch. The warmth in her belly ignited into an inferno, and she surged forward. Cin claimed her lips again in a searing kiss. Her breasts were caught in Cin's palms as she kneaded them just right. No pinching her nipples. Cin paid attention to every part of her mounds.

Kristen let out a cry of protest when Cin let go of her breasts. The cry died on her lips as Cin eased her onto the cushions. Cin's hands pushed her knees open as she settled herself between them. Kristen trembled in anticipation, every nerve ending attuned to Cin's movements.

With agonizing slowness, Cin hooked her fingers under the waistband of Kristen's panties and dragged them down her legs. Kristen lifted her hips to help. Then kicked the scrap of lace aside.

Now fully bare under Cin's heated gaze, Kristen had never felt so exposed yet cherished. Cin looked at her as though she were a goddess deserving of worship. Kristen flushed at her own thoughts but couldn't deny the truth in them.

She arched into Cin's touch with a quiet moan. Cin's hands slid around to cup Kristen's back, holding her steady as she lavished attention on her neck and shoulders.

Kristen tangled her hands in Cin's hair, silently urging her on. Cin seemed content to take her time, learning every curve and hollow of Kristen's body.

Not that Kristen was complaining. She was greedy. She craved more. She was desperate to lose herself in Cin's skillful touch.

As if sensing Kristen's need, Cin slid lower, trailing kisses down to the swell of Kristen's breasts. She paused there, her warm breath teasing Kristen's nipple.

Kristen whimpered, "Yes."

Cin took Kristen's nipple in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the sensitive bud. Kristen jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips. She was already wound tight, and Cin's ministrations threatened to undo her completely.

Cin gentled her movements, gliding her hands down Kristen's sides in a soothing caress. Kristen relaxed into the sensation, losing herself in the push and pull of Cin's mouth and the warmth blossoming inside her. Cin released Kristen's nipple with a soft pop, shifting lower. She nuzzled Kristen's stomach, peppering light kisses over her skin.

Kristen didn't remember how her dress left her. As she lay bare before Cin, heat flooded her cheeks under the intensity of Cin's gaze. But there was no judgment in Cin's eyes, only reverence and desire. Kristen relaxed into the cushions, comforted by the tenderness in Cin's expression.

She leaned down to press a kiss on Kristen's inner thigh, sending a jolt of heat straight to Kristen's core. "You've got some balls, darling."

It took Kristen a moment to realize that Cin was referring to her Benwa balls, which lay nestled deep in her core.

"We're going to leave those in while we play."

Kristen whimpered, squirming under Cin's teasing touch. When Cin's mouth found her center, velvet soft and impossibly warm, Kristen swore she heard the balls inside her hum a vibrating tune.

Pleasure ignited under Cin's skillful tongue, building and spreading like wildfire. Kristen cried out, her fingers twisting in Cin's hair to hold her close.

Cin's hands slid under Kristen's hips, angling her to deepen the intimate kiss. She lavished Kristen with attention, her tongue stroking and teasing until Kristen was trembling on the edge of bliss.

And then she went over. It wasn't a crash. Because there was no hard landing.

Her muscles clenched around the balls. Her clit pulsed under Cin's tongue. The sensations kept going and going, receding some but not entirely as Kristen came with a sob. Cin held her close, easing Kristen through the aftershocks rippling through her.

The pleasure was so good that it hurt.

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