Page 69 of Maizy the Bear Charmer

The soft stroking continued under her breasts and between them and she realized it was a feather when he slid it up her throat and lightly teased her earlobes, her collarbone, and the underside of her jaw with it and then moved on to her upstretched arms. Everywhere he stroked, her flesh came alive until all her nerve endings were throbbing and tingling with arousal so strong she already felt the tightening in her cunt.

“Unbelievable,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat when he touched a particularly sensitive spot on her wrist.

“What’s unbelievable, baby?”

“You haven’t touched my clit or penetrated me but I can feel it coming anyway.”

“You want to come?”

“I do but I don’t want you to stop.”

“Are you remembering to relax like we asked you to last night in the shower?” he asked in a playful tone, probably knowing the answer already.

“No,” she groaned.

“But you’re already trying, if you don’t want me to stop yet. Store all those feelings up for a bit longer. Don’t worry. I’m going to make you come. Just feel.”

He slid the ultrasoft feather over each nipple and she worked to stay loose in her bottom even as her cunt swelled with a deep aching arousal that made her moan pitifully.

“Good girl.”

He kept the feather moving constantly, never staying in one area too long, until her skin felt like all the nerve endings were exposed. He brushed her nipples at intervals, sending hot streaks of sensation sparking all through her until her hips flexed involuntarily. She stayed relaxed for him, even though her need expanded inside her until she thought she might scream or cry.

“Your pussy is pink and wet and so swollen,” he murmured hungrily. “I’m nearly starving for you. Just a little more.”

Oh yes! Oh no! She needed to come so badly she nearly started begging but then the feather made a slow, straight path from between her breasts to her pussy and she cried, “Oh, yes! Please!”

“A little more,” he whispered and her back bowed off the couch as the soft feather trailed over her belly button, and then her clit and her throbbing pussy lips, soft as a whisper, back and forth. The feather fronds caught in her juices, increasing the drag on her flesh by an infinitesimal amount. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin. “That’s it, baby. You’re perfect.” He flicked the feather back and forth teasing her with a touch that was both light as air and devastating as a tornado.

“Oh! I’m…I’m…” She was poised on the verge of the abyss. When she thought she’d go over she just went higher.

“You’re right there, aren’t you, sweet Maizy?” he crooned as he shifted, wrapped her legs around his hips, and breathed a long stream of hot air right against her clit and she screamed.

“Oh God! Yes!” Ecstasy shattered in brilliant white lights behind her eyelids and she shrieked again as he finally, finally laid his hot mouth against her cunt and laved her lips and her clit. Her whole body clenched and she tightened her legs, holding him to her, as she arched her pussy against his face. He sucked her throbbing clit, demanding a second, equally devastating climax from her.

Her limbs refused to work as Heath finally sat up and unpeeled her legs from around him. She had to force her eyes to open but when she did, she was awed by what she saw.

Licking his lips, he bent over her so that their chests were mashed together. His hot green gaze mesmerized her. “I know you think it’s too soon to know for sure, Maizy,” he whispered as he nuzzled and kissed her throat and moved his lips to her ear. “I love you, baby. Loved you since the night I laid eyes on you, since the first time I heard you laugh. I love you.”

She opened her mouth to speak, a torrent of words and questions rising up inside her, but he put his fingertip against her lips. “Not until you’re sure, Maizy.”

He gave her a reassuring smile as he sat back up and held the feather for her to see. She sighed and took the long red ostrich feather in her hand and said, “Thank you, Heath.” He’d made her come and had hardly even touched her. She’d wanted to return his expression of love but he’d stopped her, not because he didn’t want to hear it but because he wanted her to be sure.

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