A continuation to Smut-R-Us…
Linnea shivered from the sensation of Jess’s intensely intimate hold on her. She dared not move; the teasing Jess had inflicted on her was already so excruciating, if she struggled she knew that Jess would only prolong the torment. She remained still, silently longing for Jess to quicken her fingers, hoping that she had had enough.
Instead, Linnea cried out in desperation when she felt Jess pull her hand away. The empty feeling was too much for Linnea; she begged Jess for release, grinding helplessly as the weight of Jess’s body pressed down on her.
Jess’s hands slid up Linnea’s sides to her front, and then she was pinching her tits roughly. Linnea felt Jess sink her teeth into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, and she sobbed with desire. Jess began moving her hips back and forth, and Linnea slowed her frantic movements to try to match Jess’s. Jess bit down again, and her breath came quicker and more ragged. Her fingers released Linnea’s tits, and her nails dug into the soft skin of Linnea’s belly as she reached climax. Her gutteral moans were music to Linnea’s ears, and though she was still blindfolded, Linnea tipped her head back, searching for Jess’s lips. She was met with the coppery taste of her own blood, and she drank deeply of Jess’s kisses, starved.
Jess pushed Linnea’s face away roughly.
“No.” Jess’s voice was sharp. “You get what I give, not what you can take.”
Linnea’s breath quickened when she felt Jess slide down. Her sense of touch was heightened considerably because she couldn’t see, and she felt Jess’s nipples graze her buttocks, and then she shuddered when Jess’s tongue darted against her clit, and then into her cunt.
Jess slid her tongue in and out of Linnea, tasting the sweet juices that dripped freely. She gripped Linnea’s ass tightly with both hands as she brought her closer to orgasm, but just as Linnea’s cries grew louder and her muscles tensed, Jess pulled herself away once more.
“You must learn patience, my pet.”