Page 17 of Christmas Craving
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said with false contriteness.
Smack!
She gave me a smack on the other cheek, and it went right to my core. Okay, I could see why people liked this. This little scene was ramping up my arousal quickly.
Two more smacks and Celia paused. My skin was tingling in a way that I could only describe as pleasant.
“Your ass pinks up nicely,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But I’m dying for a taste of you.”
She lifted my legs and rolled me onto my back, bending my knees and drawing them up towards my shoulders.
“Hold on,” she said.
The position opened me up obscenely wide, but Celia was staring down at my pussy like it was the best thing she’d seen in her life. She pulled up a chair and sat by the edge of the table. Then she lowered her head, licking me from bottom to top a few times. When she speared me with her tongue, I jolted against the table.She gripped my hips in a firm grip to hold me in place, the bite of pain grounding me again. I wondered idly if she’d leave a bruise on my skin and if so, if I’d care.
In and out, she fucked me with her tongue, licking along my inner walls until I was shaking with the need to come. I was close, but I needed more.
“Celia, please!”
She lifted her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.”
Her tongue slid back inside me, moving faster now while I made little whining noises, grinding my cunt against her face and chasing my release. I cried out in relief when Celia brought her fingers to my clit, circling it a few times before giving it a little pinch that felt like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. Everything inside me came alive.
Then I felt her other hand on the move, gathering up my wetness before moving between my butt cheeks. No one had ever touched me back there before, and Celia’s fingers circling my pucker felt very wrong. And verry very right. When she breached my entrance, slowing pushing in to her first knuckle, I totally lost it.
“Celia!” Her name was ripped out of my throat as every cell in my body seemed to light up at once. I shuddered against her, darkness tinging my vision as I relaxed into the pleasure.
Celia continued to tease me until I finally collapsed against the table, my legs dropping off the side of the table as I struggled to catch my breath. She sat up, keeping her hands on my thighs and watching me with a look that was so warm and intense I had to believe it meant something.
I only hoped I wasn’t fooling myself.
Celia
Spanking Lanie, even that little bit, was fun. Not the kind of fun I usually had with random submissives at the club, but a different kind of fun. The light spanking added some playfulness to our intimacy, which in turn made me even more comfortable with her.
Watching her face while she came was a gift. She’d thrown herself into it, submitting not to a punishment but to me taking care of her body, wringing out her pleasure. It was incredible.
When we were finished she suggested switching places, but I wanted some time. As strange as it felt to say that, I wanted to continue to get to know her, not just have sex. So after she came down from her orgasm, we cleaned the table, had our coffee, and ate some of the cookies that Lanie had brought over last night as an impromptu dessert.
Then I spent the day with Lanie, doing nothing really. It was a foreign concept to me. We sat side by side on the couch reading, had a late lunch, then something happened that was most unexpected – I fell asleep. On the couch. I was not a napper, but somehow I’d ended up tangled with Lanie, laying together on the couch with Arthur at our feet as we all succumbed to sleep.
But when I woke up, it was just after four o’clock, late enough that the winter light was already fading. I was totally discombobulated. I never slept during the day, not even when I was sick. I didn’t want to analyze why I was able to relax like that with Lanie, mostly because I was freaking out. I’d known this woman for two days now and I was putting up Christmas trees and taking naps and thinking about moving in together and living happily ever after.
What was wrong with me? Was I having a mental breakdown? I knew better than anyone that love was conditional and happiness never lasted. My breathing became fast and shallow.
“You woke up grumpy, huh?” Lanie was studying me carefully from the other side of the couch and I realized I was not only frowning but muttering under my breath.
“I’m fine,” I snapped, trying desperately to hide the panic welling up inside me.
It was like I’d been in some kind of a Lanie haze, and now that I’d woken up, I realized how ridiculous I was being. I felt trapped. Out of control. Scared.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Lanie asked.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” My voice was harsh even to my own ears.
“Do you need some space? Arthur and I can skedaddle.”
I didn’t want to think about how she could read me so well. That would just freak me out more.
