Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
She stopped just short of actually touching me below my belly button. I lifted my hips up, but even the few inches I moved couldn’t make up the difference.
“Okay, I can see why Neil thinks this is fun.” She laughed, her fingers drawing a pendulum’s path from one hip bone to the other, moving lower with each pass.
“This is why I think it’s fun, too,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Usually.”
She scooted lower, finally resting her body against mine, her hips settling between my legs. “Am I not doing it right?”
“You’re doing it exactly right,” I moaned as she took my nipple into her mouth. Her teeth closed lightly around it. “That’s the problem.”
She giggled. I had a thing for giggles. It was one of the things that had turned me on about Neil when he’d first come back into my life. We’d been at a restaurant, having a very tense lunch during which I was sure he was going to fire me, and I’d made some crack about the size of his dick. And he’d giggled.
Maybe I’d fallen in love with him, at that moment. But there had been so many moments.
“Sophie?” Gena asked, shifting to look up at me. “What’s wrong?”
I felt the tear spill down my cheek, and moved to wipe it away, forgetting my bound hands. So, I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I mean, it’s something, but…make me forget?”
Her frown of concern took a long time to fade. When it did, she crawled back up to kiss me. And, even though she didn’t make me forget Neil, she certainly distracted me right back into the horny frame of mind I’d been in before. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I turned my thoughts to how I would retell this encounter when I did get around to describing it for Neil. Words flowed through my mind, but none of them could adequately capture the softness of her body or the slow stroke of her tongue in my mouth.
She slid down, positioning herself between my legs. My body jolted as she spread my labia apart, and I gripped the chains securing my cuffs to the chaise. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. Her tongue swept over my clit, and I was a goner.
While I was very happy with Neil’s oral skills, Gena ate pussy the way only a person who owned one could understand. She ran her tongue up and down, then maddeningly switched to sweep between my inner and outer labia and over the hood of my clit. She traced the edges of my lips and sucked them gently into her mouth and dipped inside, tasting me as she’d asked to do. She pressed her lips to my cunt, coating them in my wetness before returning to suck my clit into her mouth.
“Oh yes. Oh yes, oh yes, oh please,” I moaned, my body undulating to rock against her mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. This was it. My breaking point was coming, after so much anticipation, so much teasing, so much stimulation from her warm skin against mine, her cries as she came, again and again. All of that sensory overload wound into one deep, bone-shaking orgasm I rushed toward with every muscle in my body tightened.
She lifted her mouth just long enough to say, “No, don’t tense up. Relax everything.”
Relax everything. Easy for her to say, when she wasn’t just millimeters from the best orgasm she’d had in weeks. But I trusted Gena enough to try her suggestion. It was hard not to strain, to not try to clamp my thighs around her head—the shackles on my ankles would have prevented me, anyway—but I made a concerted effort. I came. At least, I thought I did. Because what had felt like a burst of pleasure suddenly turned into a plateau on which I was trapped while her tongue swept and swirled around my clit. Again, I felt the pressure in my groin build and build to a shuddering peak that…wasn’t. I never crashed over the edge but found myself suspended from an even greater height. I was coming, but I wasn’t. I was so entranced by this one long overture of sensation I didn’t notice the start of the show. Suddenly, the finale reached its dramatic crescendo, and my body bucked and writhed in an ecstatic ovation.
Gena made a long, slow “mmm” of satisfaction as she lazily sucked the hood of my clitoris between her lips, then released me. Her lips and chin shone with my juices as she looked up my body with a slow smile. “See?”
“Okay,” I panted, my throat hoarse. I’d probably been shouting, but I wouldn’t have known. Every sense but one had shut down. “You were right.”
She sat up and wiped her face, then knelt at the foot of the chaise to unchain me. “You can thank Ian for that one.”