Marriage of Unconvenience

Honestly, watching her decide how, exactly, she was going to have her way with me was the sexiest experience of my life. How was she so fucking perfect?

Her fingers trailed their way to my nipples, brushing over them with a tentative touch, and then stroking them a little harder until they rose up in little hard peaks.

“You can pinch them. Pretty hard,” I said, figuring I could give her direction.

“Can I?” She raised one eyebrow, as if to challenge me.

“Try and find out.” She wiggled her fingers and then slowly pinched my left nipple, digging her nails in just a little bit.

“Oh fuck,” I said, arching into her hand.

“Interesting,” she said, as if I was some sort of interesting experiment. Maybe I was.

Cara tried my nipple again and I knew I wasn’t going to be coherent enough to give many more directions. The sensations of her touching my body were dizzying and overwhelming. And she’d only started.

She was going to ruin me. Ruin me or kill me. Or both.

Cara teased and tortured my nipples, getting the hang of things quick enough that she added her mouth, slicking her velvet tongue across my nipples that were so hard they could cut glass.

“I like the way you taste,” she said. “It’s... different.” I emerged from the cloud of desire I was floating on.

“What do you mean, ‘different’?”

“Just that your skin tastes different than anyone else’s skin I’ve ever tasted. Better. So much better.” Well, that was good. I let myself float upwards as she charted a course south, stopping briefly to tease my belly button and find out that I loved having a certain spot on my hips kissed. That made her smile and then attack that spot with her vicious tongue. I didn’t need to give her direction, even had I been able to. She had me figured out so fast, I thought she might have taken lessons or something.

“Is it okay if I go down on you? I’ve been thinking and thinking about it and I want to try. If that’s okay.” I loved that she asked. She’d scooted down so her chin was hovering right above me. My legs had started to tremble with the anticipation of being touched.

“Yeah, you can. I love it.” It was one of my favorite activities. You didn’t necessarily have to have a ton of skill, just enthusiasm and the ability to get your fingers in on the action.

“Here goes,” she said, looking down at me. I almost said something, but then let her take her time. It was cute and sexy at the same time. Made me remember the first awkward fumbles with my first girlfriend. They had definitely been more than fumbles. I probably shouldn’t think about that right now.

Fortunately, Cara distracted me by running her hand across my clit and my thighs and almost down to my ass. She definitely wasn’t wasting any time.

“Jesus,” I said, my legs twisting and thrashing.

“Not exactly,” Cara said under her breath and I was so beyond thinking that I didn’t get the joke.

Her hands continued to stroke me, just barely, as she kissed from below my belly button all the way through the little patch of hair that was longer than I’d like (but she didn’t comment on) and down, down, down.

The first little kiss from her lips on my clit had me jackknifing off the bed and almost taking her out with my pelvis.

“Down, girl,” she said, putting one hand on my hip to press me onto the bed. I didn’t exactly have control of my body right now. She held all of my strings in her hands.

Cara grew more confident, adding kisses all up and down, followed by little licks and then suckling against my skin until I thought my skull was going to turn itself inside out.

Her clever fingers were relentless, adding another layer of sensation that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

She popped one finger into her mouth, got it damp, and then slowly slid it inside me. I was about to tell her what to do to find the right spot, but she gave me the most wicked smile and then caressed the very spot.

“I took anatomy, Loren,” she said, and I was too completely undone to care. I didn’t even know what words were anymore. I could barely make sounds.

She flicked my clit with her tongue at the same time she stroked me inside and I had the most life-shattering orgasm. The waves started small, just ripples, spreading outward until they got bigger and bigger, great swells that shocked and consumed me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only ride and hope that I came out in one piece and didn’t lose myself in the process.