Page 53 of Pushing Daisy
Daisy
Sloan’s tongue slides up Daisy’s pussy, hungrily lapping up her fluids as if she has not had a drink in years. Her hands move around behind her, firmly grabbing her ample ass and pulling Daisy into her face even more.
“You’re going to smother yourself,” Daisy says breathlessly as she begins feeling the rising tension of a second orgasm.
One of Daisy’s hands grasps onto the counter, helping her stay upright when her knees are already about to give out. The other hand goes to her skirt, pulling it up and exposing Sloan’s head which is currently nose deep in her pussy. She fists Sloan’s hair, and her hips involuntarily push forward as her hand pulls Sloan closer.
Well, maybe she’ll be the one to smother Sloan.
Sloan groans into her, sending wonderful vibrations into her slick core, bringing her closer to the edge. Her tongue swirls around her now extremely sensitive clit, making her left leg twitch slightly. Daisy lets out a small, embarrassed laugh that is cut short when Sloan roughly thrusts three fingers back into her, filling her deliciously. She’s slept with both men and women before but has always enjoyed the stretch that comes from added fingers more than that of a cock. It’s fucking glorious, and as Sloan curls her fingers perfectly inside her, stroking exactly where she needs it, Daisy feels the tension in her core building dangerously close to another release.
Sloan pulls her fingers out, leaving Daisy feeling momentarily empty. Her hand appears in front of her face, a direction to suck them off again, which she does eagerly. Tasting herself off of Sloan’s fingers is strangely hot and makes her even wetter. Sloan eagerly laps her up.
“You are divine,” Sloan says from below.
“Says the one about. To. Make. Me. Come.” Daisy can barely get the words out, the pressure becoming too much. Sloan pulls away as she’s about to crest, and the tension deflates. Daisy looks down, a mix of curiosity and frustration.
“Where’s that little bullet of yours?” Sloan asks, a grin on her face.
“In my nightstand,” Daisy pants.
“Conjure it.”
“I don’t think I can. I haven’t mastered conjuring it.”
“Just try. Focus on where it is; picture it in your mind. Put your hand out,” Sloan instructs before sliding her tongue inside Daisy’s pussy again. She groans into her, showing Daisy how much she wants her. How hungry she is for her. Daisy’s head drops back, her eyes rolling back into her head, but Sloan pulls away again, keeping her right on the edge of ecstasy. “Call it to you.”
Daisy does as instructed. She removes her hand from the counter, holds it out, and, with extreme focus, calls the vibrator to her. The golden bullet appears in her hand. “I did it!” She looks down at Sloan and raises an eyebrow questioningly.
“Turn it on.”
She does and waits for further instruction.
“Hold it to your clit, and do not remove it until I say so.”
Daisy brings her hand down to her pussy and holds it in place, sending vibrations straight to her core, instantly building the tension again. Sloan lifts one of Daisy’s legs over her shoulder and plunges her tongue into Daisy’s wetness again. The broad, flat strokes are everything she needs, and within seconds, she’s seeing stars. Her remaining knee nearly gives out, but she obediently doesn’t move the bullet, allowing the sensations to wash over and over and over again as she screams out Sloan’s name. She’s going to melt onto the floor if Sloan doesn’t let her let up soon.
“Sloan!”
“My name on your lips as you come undone is the only sound I want to hear.”
“I can’t…”
“I want you to scream my name until you’re hoarse. I want you to remember who made you feel this fucking good.”
“I can’t.”
“Scream. My. Fucking. Name. Cupcake,” Sloan says, punctuating each word with a plunge of her tongue into Daisy’s cunt. And holy fucking Hecate, it feels amazing. It’s so much, but it’s still not yet enough. Her insides are already liquified, and yet she needs more.
Without looking, Sloan’s hand finds Daisy’s hand with the bullet, pushing the button to increase the speed, then places it back over Daisy’s clit and put her hand over top, forcing it to stay in place. It’s so good. It’s too much. The tension inside builds higher and higher, and Sloan’s other hand finds her pussy, plunging three fingers into her again. Daisy manages to look down and sees Sloan’s hungry eyes watching her. She comes again, squirting onto Sloan’s front.
“SLOAN!” she screams as loud as she can. “Fuck me! Yes. Oh, goddess.” Panting, unable to see straight, she lets out one last scream, drawing out Sloan’s name until no more sound can come out. “SLOOOOAAANNNN.” Fucking Hades, her name is perfect.
“That’s right, you come for me, cupcake.”
Holy shit!
Pussy still clenching wildly, Daisy opens her eyes, slowly regaining her vision. She removes her leg from Sloan’s shoulder and melts onto the floor beside her, no longer able to trust that her legs will keep her upright. She grabs Sloan’s dripping wet face in her hands and kisses her fiercely, tasting herself on Sloan’s lips. She trails her lips down Sloan’s neck and licks her way back toward her mouth, picking up her own fluids before thrusting her tongue inside. Sloan meets her hunger as she devours Daisy completely.
