I've got another teaser to get you in the mood, hope you enjoy it!!! Also, I thought I'd give a quick update at the Lucy Office. Lucy is still hard at work on the new releases and the new family member is doing just fine. It's pretty uneventful this week and nice outside in Fallish-time Oregon. We will be moving the office around in the next week or so with new desks, chairs, and equipment. Should be fun! Lucy has all kinds of ideas for the room, I'm looking forward to it!
She flinched, her body going stiff. She didn’t say anything, but she bit her lip.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only a little, but it’s going to hurt more later, won’t it?”
“Not if I can help it.”
She closed her eyes, an expression he knew well coming over her features...that of a soldier facing unavoidable pain and prepared to carry on. “Maybe you should just do it.”
“That’s not the way it’s going to happen, sweetheart.”
She nodded, but remained rigid.
“Relax, Josette. I won’t break your hymen yet.”
She settled into the bed again, her eyes opening and her green gaze fixing on him in question. “Can you, with just your finger?”
“I didn’t think you could. I mean, I’ve worn tampons for years and it’s still there.”
“They aren’t as long or as hard as my finger, baby.” As he spoke, he pulled out. Then he pressed his finger inside of her again, feeling the way she had to stretch to accommodate even that with a sense of desperation.
He wasn’t worried about her body being able to take him...eventually, but he might just have a heart attack from excitement before he got inside her. Because it was going to take a long time to do this right.
His heart pounded, his breath sawing in and out and thinking of multiplication tables did nothing to decrease his raging desire. Not when she was right there, naked in front of him. “I’m going to put a second finger inside you now. Okay?”
“Yes.” The word ended on a long hiss of sound as he did just that, carefully sliding his middle and forefinger in together.
Once again, he stretched her, massaging her silken tissues until his fingers slid more easily in and out of her.
“I thought you were going to kiss me,” she said, panting between each word, her hips moving betrayingly against his hand.
“When?” she demanded, sounding meaner than he’d ever heard her and he grinned.
“Now.” And he did, but not where she was expecting him to.
Using his free hand, he separated her vulva so her clitoris was completely exposed to him and then pressed his open mouth over the engorged bud and kissed.
She cried out, arching off the bed and grabbed his hair with both hands with all the strength of the warrior she was.
The pain of having his hair pulled gave him a primitive pleasure no woman could understand and he laved her clitoris with his tongue, teasing her with the touch he knew was not quite enough to send her over. He kept it up until she was making mindless sounds that went straight to his sex.
Needing to experience more of her, he explored her entire vulva, getting drunk on her spicy sweetness and the incredible softness of her swollen lips. He pressed his tongue inside her along with his fingers, stretching her further and getting more of the taste he craved like a child who’d had his first piece of candy. But he couldn’t get enough.
He pulled his fingers out and tongued her as deeply as he could go, his whole body vibrating with the pleasure he got from tasting her.
She called out his name, her voice hollow and desperate. Trying to pull his head away, she yanked on his head and when that didn’t work, she tried pushing his shoulders with her feet, but he locked his hands on her hips and kept on.
He knew what she needed and it wasn’t for him to stop.
When she gave up pushing with her legs, he moved his mouth back to her now quivering clitoris and slid his fingers back inside her. He thrashed her violently excited nub with his tongue until her body went stiff with pre-climax tension and then he gently took her between his teeth and sucked.
She screamed, she bucked and she begged. For him to stop. For him to keep going. Until eventually his name was the only intelligible sound coming from her mouth as hot wetness gushed from her inner core. Her body shivered for a prolonged climax that kicked him right in the chest with an emotion he didn’t understand.
She was amazing.
As the shivers receded, he gentled her with his mouth, but didn’t let her come completely down again. He had been pressing his fingers against her inner barrier with a steadily increasing pressure, but now he withdrew.
Using his knowledge of the sensitivity of a woman’s vaginal entrance, he caressed her while using his tongue on her sweetest spot to re-ignite the flame of need he’d so recently quenched.
His hard penis ached, like someone had tied it in a knot and was pulling on it. He needed to come so bad, but he had something to do before they could make love completely.
This time she whimpered as her pleasure grew, repeating his name over and over again in a breathless voice, filled with drugged passion and he had that kick-in-the-chest feeling again.
He started making love to her again with his fingers, pressing deeper with every thrust until she once again arched in utter abandon, her body tense as a bow string ready to shoot.
He lifted his mouth so he could see her face and watch for discomfort before pushing through her barrier with less effort than a hot knife cut through butter. Her body jerked, but then she started riding his fingers, convulsing in another climax almost immediately, her face contorted with undeniable ecstasy.
He waited until she fell limply against the bed before kissing the top of her mound and then pulling his fingers from inside her and rolling to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was slurred and hoarse, her eyes filled with wonder at what she’d just experienced.
“To get something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
“S’okay.” Her head fell to the side, her eyes sliding shut.