“Didn’t realize you were about to audibly ask me that.” Amelia batted her eyelashes, although her next anxious breath asked Bree to dial it back a little bit. “Well, you already have me tied up, ma’am. Seems like there isn’t much for me to do but…”
Bree kissed the top of Amelia’s knee, cutting her off from whatever she wanted to say. Bree lived for that hush of air upon Amelia’s lips, anyway. Like she lived for the heat she soon gathered in her hand as she pressed her palm against Amelia’s underwear.
“Do you like to beg?” Bree asked with a growing smile. “Because I do love rewarding a woman for a good performance.”
“I don’t perform.” Big words for Amelia to say, since she was the one with her arms stuck above her head and her legs spread wide open by Bree’s body sitting between them. Bree worked her thumb around the breadth of Amelia’s underwear, enticing her to grow hotter, wetter, and more famished for another touch. “Everything you see is what you’re getting.”
Bree paused her thumb over the hottest spot within her reach. “Does that mean I get that smile the whole time?”
“You like my smile?” That only made Amelia smile wider. Even with lips as small – yet kissable – as hers, her smile was a mile wide. “I’ll smile all you want if it feels good.”
Was that a dare? A come-on? A plea for pleasure? Because Bree was capable of responding to all three. Perhaps with the same finesse. “Being tied up isn’t enough for you, huh?” Bree eased down onto her elbows, hands firmly pressing into Amelia’s thighs and pushing those legs open. She wasn’t satisfied until all she could see was black fabric stretching across Amelia’s pussy. I’m not satisfied until her scent is in my face.
Bree didn’t wait any longer. Her only hesitation was gaining a bit more trust from Amelia before diving down and making good on her promise to rock this woman’s world.
She might as well have jumped into a freezing cold river. The shock of the sensation and the overwhelming adrenaline surging through Bree could have killed a less suspecting woman. I wasn’t prepared for this. She thought she had been. What woman with enough experience to write a book about it would have anticipated the scent knocking her out? Or the soft flesh and sweet taste crashing upon her head like a torrential river rapid?
The only thing sweeter was the gentle moan slipping over Amelia’s tongue. A moan that soon caressed Bree’s ear and invited her to go in a little deeper. Explore what my dream woman has to offer.
Sex, of course.
Bree was in the zone now. Her tongue overturned the fabric and dove for the slit lying beneath. Her nose nuzzled into a mound of soft blond hair. Her lips pursed along the hem of fabric and her teeth pried it away. She wanted access. She needed to know what Amelia was really like in her most intimate moments. The underwear was in the way. When Bree wasn’t hooking her hands beneath Amelia’s thighs, she was pulling on that useless underwear in a campaign to completely free Amelia from the constraints she had dressed herself in that night.
She didn’t know when the underwear flew above her head. Nor did she know where they went as soon as they disappeared over the edge of the bed. Perhaps Amelia would never see them again. She would walk out of Hellfire totally commando, her body still shuddering from the amazing gift a stranger had given her at a fucking key party.
“Oh…” Was that all Amelia had to offer? Bree had her by the legs, pinning Amelia’s hips down to the bed while tonguing the fragrant, ephemeral embrace one woman had to offer. Perfect. Every part of her is perfect. Bree was the first to admit that her standards of perfection were different from many others. She didn’t have anything against those who fit the norm. She saw beauty in so many people, didn’t she? That went for those who could command a whole room of eyes with a flick of the wrist. That also went for the women who were often forgotten against the walls. Those who went home alone, without ever saying hello to a soul. Bree was a firm believer in the internal beauty of every soul on Earth. Amelia… happened to be on another plane. Far, high above Earth. Heaven, perhaps. While her body wouldn’t exactly win her a Miss Universe contest, Bree couldn’t say that was a bad thing. These intricate folds she navigated with her tongue, and that hidden clit that simply refused to come out no matter how hard she hunted, were the sweetest things she encountered in a long, long time.
Bree had already forgotten what other women were like. While she was far from someone to announce her solid belief in love at first sight, there was certainly something to be said for infatuation. She had so much to say, she could fill that memoir with Amelia posing on the cover. Because it all began with her.
So, “Oh,” didn’t cover it. Bree wanted better, and that meant finding that sensitive nub still hiding beneath some fold. What better way to hunt it down than to spread her fingers across Amelia’s mound? Spread, spread, spread. Like a pair of angel wings. Feathers didn’t fall to the bed. Something else did, though, and Bree was there to lick it with her curious tongue.
That’s some good shit. Bree wasn’t the kind of woman to find herself in five-star restaurants every weekend, but she knew good when she tasted it. Like she also knew what a clitoris was. Actually, it was her tongue that made such an amazing discovery for womankind.
“Oh!” That was better. So was the way Amelia smashed herself against Bree’s face, begging her to keep going. Now that Bree was all-in, there was no getting away. She had to see this through, not that she was planning on going anywhere. “That’s it. Yes!”
Bree knew what she must do. For the next few minutes, her mouth belonged to Amelia. Her breaths were one with the air around them. Her hands initiated a journey that took them to the top of Amelia’s peaks, planting their fingers atop her nipples and sending a ripple of pleasure through the whole bed. Bree couldn’t lose focus, though. Whether she traced her tongue along Amelia’s folds or pressed her lips upon that elusive clit, she had to stick it out until the end. Someone who had been through so much like Amelia deserved nothing less.
Bree dreamed of a day when she might know this woman better. I want to know her so well that I can anticipate the exact moment she comes. That would take Bree at least ten encounters. Two to have a solid guess, and eight more to make sure. Better make it twenty encounters. Delicious. How could Bree make it happen?
Then again, there was nothing like the first time. Specifically, the first time she felt Amelia’s orgasm consume her.
There was no telling when it would happen. Nor could Bree bet what it would be like to hear those cries, feel those shudders, and experience the liquid heat drowning her in as little as a few seconds. The first time always lasted forever. That was the beauty of it, wasn’t it? Bree belonged to Amelia in those few precious seconds. My face is hers. My lips are hers. My tongue is hers. Up and down went those undulating hips as Amelia completely surrendered. While they both had something to give this budding relationship, it was Bree who felt like she was the one who had lost control. Amelia may have been out of control as she writhed against her constraints, but she would quickly gain it back. Bree? She had lost it all.
Did she want it back? Never.
Chapter 6
AMELIA