Page 19 of In Bed with the Ice Queen

Oh, fuck. I’ve got it bad for her. Worse than I thought.

Helena’s cheeks blushed deeper, and Sloane couldn’t help but admire her more. “You’re so gorgeous,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish there was more light. Can I put this lamp on so I can see you?”

Helena’s eyes flickered nervously. “I… um… I suppose yes that would be ok.”

Sloane reached over and flicked the lamp on casting a soft golden glow over Helena’s breasts.

She ran her hand slowly from Helena’s face, down over her breasts, pausing over her nipple and feeling it harden in her hand.

This was going to be a lot of fun. Sloane was sure of it.

Sloane smiled and reached for the hem of her own tank top, pulling it over her head. She then slipped out of her pants. In contrast to Helena, she felt very comfortable in her own nakedbody, she always had. She wasn’t as curvy as Helena, but Sloane was happy with her own body.

Helena’s breathing quickened, her eyes widening. “You look amazing.”

They locked eyes, both feeling the heat of the moment. The kisses they shared were tentative at first, soft and sweet, their lips brushing against one another. Sloane wanted to give Helena time to adjust to what was happening. She didn’t want to come on so strong, but as she felt the press of Helena’s big breasts against her own, she didn’t know how long she could hold out for.

“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Sloane whispered in Helena’s ear.

Helena gasped and Sloane kissed her neck, running her tongue over Helena’s earlobe and then sucking it into her mouth.

“I want to feel you come in my mouth,” Sloane whispered again, feeling Helena’s whole body begin to melt next to her.

She rolled until she was on top of Helena, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed so tightly together. She pushed her right thigh between Helena’s legs pressing it tightly against Helena’s pussy through the satin pyjamas.

Helena instinctively began to grind herself against Sloane’s thigh.

Mmmmm, this is going perfectly,Sloane thought to herself.

Sloane strayed into deeper kisses of Helena’s neck, before moving down to take a delicious looking big puffy pink nipple into her mouth, sucking it in deeply, massaging it with her tongue. Meanwhile her fingers found their way to Helena’s waist, feeling the softness beneath her touch.

She toyed with the waistband of Helena’s pants and felt Helena tense up beneath her.

“Helena, it’s okay,” Sloane breathed, reading the expressions on her face. “You don’t have to hold back.”

Helena exhaled slowly, as if weighing her options. “I just—I've never thought I’d be this open...” she trailed off, biting her lip.

“Neither did I,” Sloane confessed, her heart fluttering. “But it feels right. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Helena said, her voice strong now. “It really does.”

“Is this ok?” Sloane asked, pressing her hand against Helena’s pussy through the satin, not wanting to push Helena too far, as desperate as she was to taste her.

Helena felt damp through the satin.

“Yes,” Helena said, her eyes screwed shut. “It… it feels good.”

As she leaned down again, Sloane felt a rush of anticipation. Her lips traced again along Helena’s magnificent breasts, suckling each nipple in turn and enjoying feeling them harden in her mouth. Sloane closed her eyes, savoring every gentle touch and kiss.

Sloane’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of Helena’s pants once again, and this time she gasped softly.

“Is this ok?” Sloane asked again.

Helena nodded, looking at Sloane again with that familiar lust in her eyes.

“Ok if I take off your pants?” Sloane asked quietly and Helena nodded once more raising her hips to allow Sloane to remove them.

Helena was now bare before her and between her legs was a riot of red pubic hair.

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