Page 86 of Warmer, Colder

“Not possible.”

February 14th, 2015 – Valentine’s Day – 104 Days Dead

Pulling the blindfold off Becca’s eyes, I unveil my surprise.

“What’s going on?” she asks with a smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“How do even know what day it is? It’s so hard to keep track of time.” Plastic crinkles beneath her feet as she explores the various games and toys I’ve pulled out from the closet.

“Your mom still keeps one of those paper calendars on the fridge. I like to check it when I get the chance.” I wrap my arms around her shoulders. “So, what do you want to play with first?”

An excited gasp leaves her as she looks down. “Twister. But I think I’m going to need to stretch out a bit first.” She laughs.

“I’m happy to assist.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary. But you should know, I’m very competitive, so you should bring your A-game.”

“I’ll do my best, but you know how you distract me.” Flicking the spinner, I determine her first move. “Right hand on blue.”

Becca reaches down, splaying her hand on one of the bright blue circles. I’m rewarded with her ass in the air. I’m going to need to see a bit more of that. I flick the spinner again. And since she’s facing the other way, I scoot it where I want it. “Left hand yellow.” She does as I say, tipping forward just a bit more. Flicking the spinner again, I smirk at the stretch this one will require. “Left foot on green.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be playing this together?”

“Rules are boring. We’re playing my way.” The spinner lands on yellow, but that’s not going to give me the view I’m craving, so I nudge it to where I want it. “Right foot blue.” There we go. Now she’s spread just right.

“Told you I should have stretched,” she laughs. “Are you going to spin again or—” She peeks at me between her legs, shaking her head. “Oh, I should have known.” Her hand starts to lift off the mat.

“Don’t even think about it, Crybaby.” I take a step closer. “This is the perfect angle for me to eat this pussy.” The plastic crinkles beneath me as I kneel behind her. With a gentle touch, I stroke my fingers up her calves. “Would you like that? Is that a good enough reason to break the rules for you?” It would have been easier to take her shorts off before we started, but I’m not a quitter. With a bit of effort, I manage to peel them off.

“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

Kissing along the back of her leg, I trace the curve of her ass, halting my efforts just short of her inner thigh. “I’m more than capable of rising to the challenge.” I lean forward between her legs and place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Since we have you dangling upside down, this is going to be hard and fast. But if it gets to be too much, just say the word.”

“Violets.”

“Yeah, Baby, violets.”

“Okay,” she says with a sigh as I creep higher and higher toward her center. To tease her just a bit longer, I start by licking a stripe up the middle of her panties, tasting her through the damp fabric. “Mmm,” I run my nose over the same path, taking in the luxury of her slightly sweet musky scent. “How lucky am I that I can survive off just this for the rest of my days.” My finger sneaks under the elastic against her leg and draws it slowly across her pussy, exposing her to me mid-clench. “Do you need me, Baby?” I kiss her cunt softly, feeling her clench on air again, returning my kiss. “Are you desperate for me to lick you? Are you ready for me to make you feel good?”

“Please, Stasi. Touch me.” Her legs mimic the tremble in her voice as she waits on the precipice. Putting her out of her misery,I suck at her clit at the same time as my finger drags through her lips. She’s so wet already, but I tease her a bit before sliding a finger inside her. I promised this would be hard and fast and I meant it. My mouth moves purposefully, sucking, flicking, licking as my second finger enters her and pumps vigorously before I stroke the walls of her pussy. The mat rustles beneath us as her toes curl into the plastic. When I do the come-hither motion, I have to anchor one arm around her legs to keep her from tipping over as she rocks back into my face. “Come on baby, help me get you there. You’re so close, I want to drown in this sweet pussy.” She rocks again, creating a gentle, steady rhythm that drives up her pleasure without losing her balance. I tighten my hold on her if only to fully feel how her thighs quiver as I continue relentlessly drawing yelps and whimpers from her.

“Oh shit, ah,” Becca cries. “Stasi—” she begs. “Stasi, I’m going to, I’m going to…” And then she breaks, so beautifully on my attentive fingers. With a palm to her back, I help ease her forward so she’s on her hands and knees, giving me access to slurp up every last drop of her. Even the plastic clinging annoyingly to my forearms can’t distract me from the satisfaction of how good she looks on her hands and knees with her pussy peeking through her thighs, the art of her on display just for me. I barely control the urge to crawl after her as she grabs the turquoise and yellow children’s toy.

“Where the hell did you find this?”

“With all the other stuff your mom keeps in here. It’s like a shrine to your childhood.”

Becca laughs fondly. “If you think that’s a lot, you should have seen all the stuff we convinced her to get rid of.”

“Do you remember when you told me that this was the most annoying toy you’d ever heard and chucked it out the window?”

“You know, sometimes I think you’re making this stuff up.” She rolls her eyes as she inspects the long toy pushing andpulling the ends. “I think the batteries are dead.” Becca shrugs in mock disappointment at the lack of commands booming from its speaker in the center.

“That’s not how we’re going to play with it anyways.”

Becca looks from me to the toy, then back again. “What do you—” Her eyebrows shoot up and she shakes her head. “No way you’re putting that inside me.”

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