Violet (FF)

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

I scrambled back to my knees and pulled her closer to me with my hands on her ass. “Oh, not this, too,” I said, leaning around her side to get a closer look. “You have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

She snorted. “Get up here, silly woman. You’re not naked yet, and I want you to be.”

I shook my head. She reached for my arms to pull me up, but I stopped her with a swipe of my tongue across her panty-covered clit. I could feel her heat, taste her wetness, and I needed more. She moaned and froze.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I eased her onto the bed, which sat at the perfect height for me to do all kinds of naughty things to her if I sprawled on the carpet.

“Let’s get these off of you,” I said, eager to feel her against my tongue.

She nodded once and then arched up so I could slide the yellow bikini over her ass. Her eyes locked on mine as I dragged the silk down her legs. My eyes flicked back to see the spoils of my efforts, and a spectacular sight greeted me. Her lower lips glistened with arousal, shaved and silky and dusky. I knew her flesh would be sweeter than ice cream.

I spread her legs further apart and basked in the glory of her sensual beauty. She leaned back on her elbows, thick, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and eyes smoldering in my direction. Her curves enticed me, and my taste buds lit up in anticipation. Inches from her core, I paused and looked up at Violet. Her shallow, rapid breathing made her breasts shimmy, still framed by her bra, and I couldn’t decide what to taste first.

“Elise,” she said, “please...touch me!”

The heady smell of her wetness made me forget about the other naughty, teasing things I wanted to do. There would be time for that later. I nibbled the indent of her hip and trailed kisses down until my lips were level with her clit. The little bauble of nerves begged to be licked, and I complied. She cried out when my tongue flickered across her sweet spot, and she fell back onto the bed.

“More, more,” she said, hands threading through my hair. She didn’t direct my movements, but knowing she could have—knowing she was almost frantic enough to—made me hotter.

I started tracing the alphabet with my tongue, making her clitoris the center of each letter. Her cries turned into one continuous moan, and her fingers tightened. The erotic pull on my scalp incited me to lick faster.

I skimmed my palm along her torso and extended two fingers toward her mouth.

“Suck these for me,” I asked, pausing between licks of Q and R. She obliged, and I continued. I could feel the vibration of her cries against my fingers as her wet mouth sucked and pulled.

“I’m going to make you come for me, baby. How does that sound?”

She nodded around my fingers, and I pulled my hand back so she could answer fully. Besides, I had plans for that hand.

“Yes, oh, yes.” She writhed, and I watched her, not touching or tasting her. “Elise, I need your hands on me. Tongue me, finger me, just...make me come!”

“Happy to oblige.” I circled her opening with my fingers. The smooth flesh was soaking wet. Instead of penetrating her, I tasted her, licking from the bottom of her slit up to the top.

“Mmm, don’t you taste good.”

Her breathing picked up even more.

I replaced my mouth with my fingers. “Do you want these inside you?”

“Yes!” Her hands unwound from my hair to pull through her own. I recognized her frustration, and I wanted to stoke it higher.

“Stretching you and fucking you and fingering your G-spot?”

“Elise, yes, please.” Her bent knees formed barriers on either side of my head until I could see nothing but the beautiful, wet pussy in front of me. My eyes homed in on her soft lips, begging to be touched. A shuddering inhale dizzied me with her delicious scent, and I was a goner. I eased my pointer finger inside her. She was tight, but aroused enough for more. My second finger slipped in. I flicked a “come hither” motion, beckoning her to orgasm. She sighed and panted, but I wanted more, needed more, from her.

Pushing deeper, I found the knot of nerves that would set her off like a firecracker. I used my free hand to gently press on her writhing pelvis and the other to massage her G-spot. Her torso spasmed up from the bed, and her eyes were wide, frantic.

“Don’t stop! God that feels amazing,” she gasped.

I moved my top hand downward to spread the folds protecting her clitoris. I wanted her incoherent and knew just how to get her there. My tongue flickered across the swollen nub, and her moans jumped an octave.

“Yes, yes, yes,” became her mantra.

I replaced tongue with lips and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her body went into overdrive, shaking and twitching. I fingered her faster, sucked harder, and her yeses turned into one long cry of pleasure.

“So close,” she managed to enunciate.

My free hand drifted lower until I reached her ass. Experimentally, I circled the tight opening. She squealed and thrust her hips into my touch. I focused on the small, puckered entrance, massaging it with the pad of my thumb.

Her fingers laced through my hair again, this time pulling me closer to her pussy. She writhed against my lips and pushed my fingers deeper into her wetness and my thumb harder against her ass.