The heaviest weight had lifted from Amelia’s chest. When her anxiety reached a fever pitch, she became a prisoner to the nighttime demon who greeted her with its ass firmly planted on her chest, refusing to allow Amelia the simple act of moving her limbs or knowing where she was. Sleep paralysis, her doctor called it, but Amelia knew it was the beady-eyed demon that stood in the corner of her room every time her heart raced in her sleep.
Except she hadn’t been asleep when this intriguing woman walked into Amelia’s room and offered her cunnilingus skills for a few minutes. I can’t believe she found my clit so quickly… Other women struggled to take Amelia to that higher place. Women who should have at least known how to find it. Not Bree. Her determination had brought her here, and it was Amelia’s body placed upon the fiery pedestal of adoration.
So sad that it had to be over so soon.
The binds really sealed it, though. Amelia was a goner for being tied up and “made” to endure the script as someone else wrote it. Even if she begged and moaned for whatever crossed her mind, part of the thrill was knowing it might not happen. This was a woman who ached for someone to take her by the hand and lead her through a crowd. Sure, she could do it on her own and survive. Except that was boring. That meant being on high-alert. Nothing compared to letting go of her cares, her worries. The bare feet traipsing upon the ground of life was only possible when someone was on the other side, prepared to not only guide her, but to tend to the wounds on her fragile feet. She wanted to take care of someone and be taken care of in return. She didn’t care if it wasn’t conventional. Amelia knew one thing – and that was what she wanted.
I want more of this!
She didn’t have the words for it, though. The fervor of her orgasm never truly subsided. The sensitivity may have passed as Bree’s face released Amelia’s pussy from a passionate kiss, but the electricity continued to zip through her skin. Her fingers sweat. Her toes curled until she couldn’t feel them any longer. It had been so long since Amelia felt something like that, for a split second she wondered if she was living in a dream. Or reliving her marriage, those halcyon days when she was last in love with all her heart.
Love…
No, that was the endorphins talking. How could Amelia be in love when she barely knew this person giving her such pleasure? If anything, this taught her that she needed to focus her attention on women. Women she didn’t pay much attention to because her husband didn’t fancy them. He would have looked right past Bree. Probably been threatened by her. This was a woman with the power to seduce another away from her husband, like a pulpy novel Amelia would have once read on the plane and wondered how true it could be.
Bree fed off Amelia’s energy. Although Amelia was never untied from her silk binds, she was still a useful tool for Bree to straddle and treat to an unforgettable show. Oh, that’s right… she’s probably super aroused now. Knowing that made Amelia aroused again as well. Maybe she wasn’t ready for round two quite yet, but she was prepared to accept whatever fate Bree bestowed upon her. Starting with an agonizingly slow striptease that began with the buttons on her blue shirt and ended with her zipper coming down from the waist of her pants.
“Like what you see?” Bree taunted, her hips drawing tight, slow circles on Amelia’s stomach. Being so close to Bree’s arousal made Amelia suck in her breath and slightly pull against her binds. I want to touch her. I want her to touch me. Yet being tied up was most of the thrill. The more Amelia yearned to touch, the more it excited her, from the tickle against her ear to the twist of her ankles as they squirmed upon the bed. Bree continued to grind against her lover’s stomach as she pulled off her blouse and wrapped her hands around the back of her own neck. Her simple black bra neither pushed up her breasts nor pressed them down against her chest. They were there, and that was enough for Amelia, who licked her bottom lip and gently lifted her stomach against Bree’s trousers.
“Take off your pants,” Amelia whispered. “Please.”
“Hm?” Bree stopped moving, her undivided attention now on Amelia’s face.
God, what had she been doing? Fooling herself into thinking she could give the orders around here? “I want to feel your pussy, ma’am.”
“Hmph.” Bree leaned forward, hands sliding against both of Amelia’s shoulders. They were close enough to kiss again. Closing her eyes, Amelia invited Bree to seal their thoughts with that post-coital kiss. She was graced with a peck that left her hungry for so much more. “All right. I’ll take my pants off for you, but only because you sound so sweet when you say it. And because you said ma’am.”
Amelia’s groans of relief were drowned out by the squeak of the mattress as Bree hopped off and knelt close to her lover’s head. If she wanted Amelia to have the closest seat to the striptease, then Bree succeeded. All Amelia had to do was slightly turn her head to see a pair of matching black underwear within those white trousers. I couldn’t see them. I wonder who makes these pants. A question for later, since Amelia was engrossed with the emergence of Bree’s manicured bush and the white of her thighs. Amelia didn’t know what she had been expecting. Bree seemed the type to either go for a full wax or to let everything grow free – and both would be mesmerizing to behold. An in-between? Delicately shaved thighs with hair where it grew the most? Amelia wondered what it would be like to immerse her face and never come up for air again. What I’d give for her to ride my face right now…
But Bree wasn’t going for a ride on Amelia’s lips. Nor was she hopping back on her lover’s stomach. Instead, she lifted one of Amelia’s legs up into the air and settled against the one place Amelia held most sacred on her body.
Only two minutes ago, Amelia had sworn she couldn’t be touched there again for a good, long while. Now, here was this woman connecting their bodies in a way that gave her the most leverage for pleasure. Amelia didn’t believe it possible at first. Did this actually foster passion and intimacy?
As she was about to find out… it did.
“I’ve got something else for you.” Bree began with a shallow hump as she tested those precarious waters, careful to not crush Amelia’s leg or to accidentally get kicked in the face. “After I finish getting acquainted with your pussy, I’ll show you what I can really do.”
“You promise?” Amelia couldn’t tell if that was her squeaking, or the bed. As soon as Bree began to move with more intention, both were plausible.
“Do you know what it is?” Bree’s hands slowly descended the length of Amelia’s leg as the two of them moved together. Amelia attempted to keep her eyes opened, but it was near impossible with so much pushing against her. I can feel that hair against my thigh. She could smell their carnal unity. Nothing surprised her. Everything exhilarated her. “Know what I’ve got in my bag?”
Amelia’s eyes opened again. She had almost forgotten about the bag. Probably because someone was making love to her. “Dare I guess?”
“We can do more than guess.” Bree slipped her fingers into their mutual heat. Amelia couldn’t keep her eyes opened now. Too much stimulation came at her, and the only way to survive was to turn off her sense of sight. “We can shut the fuck up and get completely comfortable with each other.”