Page 16 of Menotte avec toi

“N-no different than waffles with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, especially if they have chocolate chips in them.”

“Uh…”

Mistress was speechless. There was no holding back my giggles, even when she pinched my bottom.

“Valid point,” she said, chuckling a little.

“Does that mean I win?” I asked, flicking my tongue out to tease my upper lip.

“And what do you hope to gain from a victory?”

“Anything you want to give me?”

“Right answer,” she said and started tickling me again.

Okay, this time I’d earned it but oh my goddess, holy shit, it was like she’d memorized every ticklish spot. There was no escaping her fingers. Not a bit of squirming did any good. I laughed until I was too exhausted to move and lay limp and sprawled on the comforter. Her hand splayed against my hip, pinning me to the bed, not that I could muster up the energyto do more than moan when she pinned my other hand to the pillow and wrapped her lips around my nipple. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and her breath made it even harder. Intense couldn’t begin to describe the sensation as I shuddered.

Achingly slow, she used her lips and tongue to tease and torment me, adding just a hint of teeth every now and then, always unexpected and keeping me right on edge. Her fingers tugged my other nipple, sometimes twisting, but each time I tried to raise my hips, her fingers tightened on my hip, forcing me to endure the pleasure.

Gasping, I tried again to squirm, feeling slick and wet, desperate for her to touch me so I could climax. Her teeth pinched my nipple, and I squealed, growing wetter as they tightened, then let go. Her tongue chased away the sting. It was almost too soft, the contrast its own sweet pain as she tormented me. She pinched, she licked, she twisted, and she sucked while I shivered and whined. When she finally took pity on me and stroked between my legs, I bucked and rode her fingers until the sweet, sweet friction swept me over the edge. She drew it out until I was quaking, then stole the last of my breath with a kiss.

There was no way I was moving again. Ever. They’d just have to bury me here. Preferably with the supersoft mattress I was sprawled across. Mistress’ fingers stroked my hair back and I melted more as her fingertip brushed my cheek. Everything was soft. Perfectly soft.

Beautifully.

Wonderfully.

Soft.

Chapter Seven

Harper

My Kitten was properly sated, nearly purring as she began to doze off. I swear, I could watch her sleep for hours. Creepy? Maybe to some, but it was more an appreciation for the beautiful woman who held my gaze. Like a summer storm, Sonnet came into my life and turned it upside down—in the best of ways.

From her silly giggles to the softness of her skin, and goddess, how she moans, her back gracefully arching as she comes. Images I’ll draw from for days on end when we’re apart, but everything about Sonnet called to me. I wonder if I took a picture of her in the throes of passion if she’d paint it for me. Hmm, food for thought. To capture an all-encompassing image of her natural beauty would be amazing. Flesh so smooth, supple breasts, and pinkened nipples—freshly plucked by yours truly. The curve of her spine, the dip of her tailbone as it opened into the mounds of her perfectderriere.

It would be challenging to stop in the middle of making love to take it, but it’d be worth it. In the end I’d always ensure my Kitten was well taken care of, as I had tonight, so the pause would only be momentary. Nothing more than foreplay, denial in a game of chase the ultimate orgasm.

Curled up around Sonnet, my dreams filled with the wonderful memories from tonight, sleep easily came. Though what I didn’t expect to find the next morning was to be cuddled up with a pillow with a note atop it, in lieu of her body.

Note: Harper, Last night was wonderful, but my muse wouldn’t shut up. I’m off to create. Until next time. XOXO Sonnet

Even whispering her name set my soul on fire. Had I ever inspired another to create? What a great way to start the day, especially when your lover was inspired as opposed to being filled with regret after one of the best nights of my life.

One night and I’ve got it bad…

“Good morning,Soleil.” Running into an overly happy Simon inmykitchen was not on my bingo card for today. His heavy accent, one of the things that first drew me to him, only served to irritate my uncaffeinated brain.

“What are you doing in here?” All I wanted was to have the morning to myself, a cup of coffee in hand while basking in the afterglow.

Simon handed me a cup, fixed just the way I liked it. It somewhat helped my cross and, honestly, misguided anger. “You’re so much nicer after caffeine, though sex used to have the same effect on you.”

“Cute.” But he wasn’t far off. “I had an amazing night. Now wipe that sneer off your face.” Catty bastard. “Where’s your latest toy?”

“Meh,” Simon waved his hand through the air. “Sent him on his way. He’d run his course, and I’d grown tired of him fucking everything that moved.”

Sounded about right.

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