“Please this?” Christina flicked her tongue over the tight little bud.
Taylor squirmed even harder.
“Yes. That.”
Christina smeared her finger with Taylor’s wetness and brought it to her
entrance. She paused there, teasing her while she gave her the smallest flick
with her tongue again. Taylor was so responsive that it stole Christina’s
breath. “Or this?” she rasped.
Taylor couldn’t even answer. She thrashed her head back and forth on
the pillow. Christina figured that Taylor liked the ‘all of the above’ option
best. She slowly entered Taylor’s tight heat, groaning when her walls closed
around her finger. Christina suckled on Taylor’s clit gently, plying it lightly
with the tip of her tongue. She danced away, circling and licking, teasing
gently, thrusting even more gently with her finger until Taylor couldn’t
resist anymore.
She came apart, trembling below Christina. Her climax hit hard, and it
was so damn sexy to watch that Christina felt herself throbbing all over in
response. She knew that if she were to put her hand between her own legs
and touch the right spot just once, she could probably come. She’d never
had such a rush from giving pleasure to someone else, but she felt like she
was near the brink. Her own panties were soaked with her desire. Her
breasts felt heavy, and all her limbs were on fire.
When Taylor stopped trembling, Christina moved between her parted
legs, covering her, and claiming her lips in a hot kiss. She thrust her tongue
into Taylor’s mouth so that Taylor could taste herself. Her hips rose up, her
pelvis hitting and grinding against Christina’s, sending flashing lights
strobing behind her closed eyes.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Christina asked, grinning down at Taylor.
“Yes, it was absolute torture,” Taylor ground out.
“Good torture?”
“The best.”