Queen of Love

“Yes. Of course.” Genevieve’s eyes squeezed shut. She braced herself for another orgasm, this one tightening her body enough to make Aya squeak in surprise. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t stop.”

“I have to stop at some point,” Aya teased, although her fingers were not in a hurry to finish their dance when they were so close to that mythical place deep within Genevieve’s body. “Let me ride you,” Genevieve softly pleaded, her whole body reacting to the torrent of pleasure Aya currently offered her. A part of her rode out one more orgasm. The other parts begged Aya to let Genevieve have one blissful moment of being on top. “You won’t regret it.”

“A body like this putting on a show for me?” Aya fell to her side, more than happy to contact the bed while this gorgeous naked woman straddled her. “Don’t let me stop you.”

She wrapped the ends of Genevieve’s hair around her fingers before tracing unforgettable lines down those long legs. Aya didn’t know what to expect. All she knew was that she was about to disappear into her own ecstasy.

“Chikubi.” Genevieve’s fingertips flicked against Aya’s nipples as she thrust downward and began the long, luxurious ride that would take them both to another dimension. “Did I remember right?”

“You really are a quick study. Maybe next time you can teach me Chinese.”

“There’s already a next time?”

“At this rate, this is my life every night.” Aya wanted to behold the sight above her, but she was already slipping away to that separate state. One where she didn’t speak any language besides the one that transcended words. What are words, anyway? Just grunts and groans of some indiscernible meaning.

She saw beauty above her and felt pleasure below. That was enough. The human mind was only capable of processing so much at a time, after all.