Page 50 of Her Holiday Arrangement
Satisfied, Elizabeth’s hands roamed from her back to Riley’s chest, and finally cupping her breasts. Soft. So soft. Everything about her was soft. Maybe that’s why Elizabeth had always been drawn to her, so different to her own hardness.
No. She stopped herself, tonight was not for thinking. Only pleasure.
She brushed her thumbs across Riley’s nipples, pleased as Riley shuddered and her nipples pebbled under Elizabeth’s touch.
“Are you going to get on with it?” Riley moaned in impatience.
“Shh. You’re not in charge here.”
Elizabeth’s fingernails grazed down Riley’s sides, leaving faint red trails in their wake.
Finally, her fingers reach their destination, the stockings and panties that still hid Riley from Elizabeth’s hungry gaze.
Elizabeth pulled both down Riley’s smooth legs in a single motion, leaving Riley open before her.
She was a vision.
One Elizabeth wanted to remember.
Riley stepped out of the gathering pile at her feet, and took a step back to rest against the bed.
Exactly where she belonged, Elizabeth thought. She looked regal, defined. Perched there against silk sheets.
Pushing Riley backwards onto the bed, Elizabeth climbed over her, pulling Riley’s thighs apart, and settling between them.
She fixed her attention back on Riley’s breasts, playing, stroking, squeezing. Relishing in every tiny squeak Riley let out.
It wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold herself back. Riley’s pussy was begging for attention. Achingly slowly, Elizabeth walked her fingers south. Teasing every few seconds by returning to Riley’s nipples. Finally, she relented and slid a finger down between the now hot and slick folds of Riley’s pussy.
Riley threw her head back in pleasure, and Elizabeth moved forward, capturing a nipple between her teeth, gently biting and licking it in time with her finger’s strokes.
Slow, languid circles. She could see Riley tensing both in frustration and pleasure, the heady combination overwhelming her. But Elizabeth was not done just yet. She pulled her finger away. Returning them to Riley’s breasts as she pulled Riley into another searing kiss.
Her teeth grazed against Riley’s soft lips as Riley let out another keening whine.
“You can’t want it to be over yet. We’ve only just begun.”
“Please. Fuck, please.”
“Are you sure? I’m not sure you’ve been good enough.”
“God, please, Elizabeth. I can’t?—”
Elizabeth returned to stroking Riley’s clit, her finger circling the sensitive nub. Slightly faster now, gradually picking up speed until Elizabeth could feel Riley panting against her.
“Though maybe you do deserve a reward.”
“Elizabeth.”
“You looked so fucking hot in that dress.”
“Elizabeth.”
“And seeing everyone’s eyes on you as you entered the ballroom.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly what I thought too. I wanted to fuck you right then and there. Show everyone you’re mine.”
