Purple Panties - Page 79

My first hesitant touch had her entrance convulsing—opening, then closing, her thighs tensing.

I dove in for more, licking from the bottom of her slit upward, past her cunt to the sensitive perineum, then stroking over her asshole.

I didn’t know why I did that last bit, had never been comfortable with a man exploring me there, and was glad she faced away because I don’t think I would have tried it with her watching me.

Annegret moaned and pulsed her bottom up and down, encouraging me to continue.

My hunger growing stronger, I rolled my tongue at the bottom of her slit, feeling my way. Finding the hard knot of her clit, I rubbed over it again and again.

Her bottom trembled, and she widened her knees on the narrow bed.

When her entrance clasped wetly, I drew away to watch as I thrust two fingers inside her. She swallowed them easily, scooting back a little to take them and rotating to screw me deeper.

Three fingers seemed to stretch her silken walls, and cream seeped around me, easing me inside. I pumped my hand into her, slowly at first, rotating my fingers to scrape my knuckles against her passage, then stroking faster as her moans deepened.

“Nicole!” she rasped. “I have to see, please.”

Suddenly, I realized I was the one in charge and loving it. I withdrew my fingers, lapped her once with my tongue and helped her turn to lie on her back.

I came over her, my lips latching on to a quivering tit and my fingers searching between her legs again for her entrance. I slid inside, toggled her clit with my thumb and started to move as though I was fucking her, pulsing up and down, dragging her breast with me, moving my hand in and out in rhythm with my body.

With my pussy high and open, the cool air of the cabin sweeping over my moist, heated flesh, soon it wasn’t enough.

Without asking, without looking for her approval, I turned and climbed backward, inching my knees toward her head.

Her hands guided me higher, helping me to place them on either side of her shoulders. When her lips lifted to my cunt, I gave a little growl and lowered myself onto her face.

Her arms wrapped around my hips, her hands found my fleshy ass and massaged my cheeks as I dipped against her mouth.

Her lips closed around my clit, latching firmly, and she sucked and tongued me until I was the one trembling.

Arching over her, I slipped my hands beneath her ass, bringing one between her legs. I slid my fingers inside her and rolled my mouth between her folds until my lips found the little pea-sized kernel. I fucked her with my fingers I suckled her clit until her hips jerked upward.

Together, we moaned and ground our sexes against each other’s mouths. The tendril of arousal curling around my womb tightened. I pumped my hips up and down, forcing her to follow with her lips.

When my release washed over me, I thrust my fingers hard inside her and teethed her clit until I felt her helpless little jerks become more frantic.

Her mouth broke from my clit and a thin wail echoed in the tiny room.

For long moments afterward, I kissed her pussy, her inner thighs, wet my cheeks and chin in the well of her femininity.

Annegret stroked my cunt with her tongue and fingers, drinking my release, until at last, she drew a deep breath and hugged my hips. “And I thought I would be on top, little virgin.”

My short, breathless laughter shook us both. I rolled off her, lying on my side snuggled close to her warm body. I glided a hand over her soft belly and combed my fingers through her thatch.

Annegret sat up and gave me a caress that stroked along my shoulders and back. “I have Schnapps. Would you like a drink? We’ll make a toast.”

As she climbed off the mattress, I collapsed face first on the bed, completely undone, but feeling that warm, enervating afterglow. I turned my head and watched her bend over to reach into the cupboard where she’d stowed her bag. “Was I okay?”

I winced, wishing I could take it back. I sounded like I had after the first time I’d screwed a boy, but I felt every bit as unsure. This was new territory for me.

Annegret lifted a bottle from her back, unscrewed the top and held it high. “I’m ready to celebrate, aren’t I?” She held out the bottle to me, and sat on the edge of the bed. “If you hadn’t been everything I dreamed, I’d probably be dressing now, and wondering how long I’d have to hide in the bathroom down the hall until you fell asleep.”

Her expression, happy and flirting, was so much easier to read than a man’s. I took a long swallow from the bottle, wrinkled my nose and handed it back.

“Too sweet?” she said, laughing.

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