Sunday Snog 262: Velvet (#ff #lgbt #bdsm)

I just submitted a story to Best Lesbian Erotica 2016. So, keeping with the lesbian theme, my kiss excerpt for today comes from my FF collection Her Own Devices. This bit’s from the story “Velvet”. Hope you like it!

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Her voice next to my ear is soft and smooth as velvet. "You certainly are a wet little girl, Loretta. A deliciously wet little slut." She pulls my plait out of the way and kisses me just below the earlobe. Her lips send shivers racing through me, electric arcs that spark across my nipples and converge on my clit.

I'm dying for more, but she pulls back after that brief caress. Her fingers ghost down to the small of my back, where she pulls off the elastic that secures the braid. "When you're with me, I want your hair loose, free. I want to see it flowing over your shoulders." She arranges it that way as she speaks, then circles back around to evaluate the effect.

"Much better." She flicks a lock away from my breast, almost but not quite touching me. "But I certainly don't want to hide those adorable tits." Seating herself on the chaise, she beckons me to her. My nipples are just at the level of her lips. She warms one with her breath, and it tightens visibly. I want to scream, to beg her to touch me. She's running this show, though. We both know that.

She fastens her mouth on that needy nipple. I close my eyes as pleasure and relief overwhelm me. She sucks steadily. My clit twitches and dances as if her mouth were down there instead. I moan and try to rub my hungry pussy against her robe. She bites down hard on the swollen bud of flesh between her lips.

"Ow!"

"Naughty little slut! Maybe I need to use my crop after all!" Her actions don't match her words, however. I imagine her seizing her instrument of punishment and throwing me over her lap so that she can chastise me. Instead, she sinks to one knee in front of my pussy and opens me with her mouth and fingers.

I've been horny all day. The first broad strokes of her tongue are nearly enough to push me over the edge. Sensing this, she backs off, teasing me with licks and nibbles that build the tension without satisfying me. Her fingers probe my slippery depths, but she is expert in avoiding my clit. I grind myself against her mouth, unable to resist trying to take control. She reacts, once again, by pulling away.

Her cheeks are shiny with my moisture. Her lipstick is smeared. I glance down and see that my bare mons is streaked with crimson, just as I fantasized.

The sight alone almost makes me come. Marta crushes me to her body, kissing me fiercely. I taste my oceany juices and Marta's cigar. Her tongue probes my mouth as her fingers return to my cunt.

I'm close, so close, but she keeps me hanging. We're nearly strangers, yet somehow she has this diabolical knowledge of my body and its limits.

When she releases me, I'm breathless and ready to beg.