Nothing but a Fling: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

But Megan was unbelievably masterful at her ministrations. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply and where, and exactly the right speed to stroke Vanessa’s insides with her fingers—all to keep Vanessa close to coming but nothing more.

Vanessa’s hands clutched the sheets. Her toes were curling.

She wanted to look at the clock but didn’t dare. She knew she would openly weep if she discovered there was even one more minute of this exquisite torture.

Finally, she felt Megan still her fingers. Vanessa whimpered, missing the stroking. But again, she had the presence of mind not to say anything.

Megan would punish her.

She felt Megan start kissing the top of her strip of curls and then move downward just a smidgen. Then downward again just a smidgen more.

Oh my God, please…

A smidgen more…

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…

The tiniest bit more…that beautiful mouth was at the borderline now.

Vanessa mewled. This next one just had to be it!

She was right.

Suddenly Megan’s mouth latched onto to her clit, her tongue swiping vigorously across it.

Everything below Vanessa’s waist exploded.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuuuccckkk!” Vanessa screamed.

The orgasm shattered her with pleasure. Her hips were bucking, writhing uncontrollably, yet miraculously Megan’s mouth remained hard-docked to her clit, sucking on it, pulling more of Vanessa’s orgasm out through the tiny button. And Vanessa could feel her inner walls convulsing around those three fingers still inside her.

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” she screamed some more, even louder as the pulses wracked her, each stronger than the last, Vanessa’s clit a prisoner in Megan’s mouth.

Vanessa grabbed her own breasts, adding the sensation of pinching her nipples to the cataclysm happening between her legs. Eventually, she was incapable of forming words, her screams just guttural noises. She felt a muscle twinge because her back was arched like she was one of those circus performers. Finally, she fell back onto the bed, limp, as the orgasm spent itself but not before spreading through her extremities. Her feet tingled; her hands started shaking. And still her center convulsed, squeezing those amazing fingers still inside her, fingers she never wanted out of her.

“Good girl,” Megan said before resuming licking Vanessa’s clit gently, continuing Vanessa’s climb into orbit.

Chapter 12

Right now, Megan believed she was the luckiest wo

man in the world.

She had just coaxed a second climax from Vanessa, her own center getting even wetter as Vanessa called Megan’s name when the orgasm hit. As she took some final licks from Vanessa’s still-contracting pussy, she couldn’t help but remember the first time she had walked into that coffeeshop and seen this gorgeous woman. How could Megan have known then that just two days later she would be making that same woman come, screaming and tearing at her bedsheets?

Finally taking her mouth away from Vanessa, Megan got up on her knees and pulled off her top. She then lifted up her ass a bit to pull off her shorts and panties together. She looked down to find Vanessa staring at her.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Vanessa whispered, her eyes roaming Megan’s form. “You are so fucking gorgeous. Come here.”

Megan laid down next to her, loving the way their nude bodies fit together. She felt Vanessa’s leg separate her thighs and gasped when Vanessa pressed her knee against her wetness.

Megan cupped Vanessa’s face in her hands.

“No more me being in control. I’m all yours. Do whatever the fuck you want with me. Please,” she begged.

Vanessa’s response was another deep kiss which Megan had to break away from to mewl, “Oh, fuck!” when Vanessa started rocking her leg against Megan’s center, electrifying her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Vanessa told her, nuzzling her throat.