Free The Domville 5 (The Domville #5) by C. J. Fallowfield Page B

‘Ready?’
    ‘I was born ready, motherfucker!’
    ‘Seriously, you’re quoting Blade at me?’
he asked, an incredulous tone to his voice. ‘I can’t think of anything less
sexual than a male vampire slayer movie.’
    ‘I don’t know, Ryan Reynolds was looking damn
fine in Blade Trinity ,’ I reminded him, squirming at the thought.
    ‘Then you’ll have to dress as Selene from Underworld ,
wearing her tight leathers, and I’ll have to dress as Hannibal King one night
and we can play fight and bite each other,’ he called, the noise of his voice
and footsteps moving further away.
    ‘I have no problem with that whatsoever,’ I
mumbled to myself. We were going to need to get another wardrobe for all the
sexy dress up outfit ideas we were coming up with. I strained to hear the
whispered voices after I heard the door open and close, to no avail. I shook my
head, straightening my posture and pushing my shoulders back, while sucking in
my stomach. The thought of her standing there looking at me, partially on
display, had the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
    ‘You know the rules, no talking. Strip off,
then go and sit next to her and start by running your fingers over her bare
skin, before moving up to play with her nipples. No kissing until I give
permission,’ came Anthony’s voice.
    I gulped as I heard the sound of a zip, then
the rustle of fabric. Holy shit, this was actually happening. I hadn’t quite
believed it would, I thought once she saw me naked she’d lose interest. I was
in great shape, but I had given birth to two kids. I had stretch marks and my
breasts were larger and heavier than they should be. I felt the bed dip and the
softest brush of her arm against mine as she sat next to me. My breathing was
coming hard and fast as I bit my lip to try and calm myself. I gulped when I
felt a set of fingers trail up my arm. It was the softest of touches, more
subtle than the way a man would stroke a woman’s body. My skin puckered in
response. I breathed in through my nose, getting the hint of some oriental
perfume that radiated sexiness. A small gasp left my lips as those fingers
moved to circle my navel, the other hand moving into the small of my back. I
felt lightheaded from breathing so quickly and trying to imagine what she
looked like naked. I bet her tits were high, tight and firm, just like her
backside had looked in that fitted skirt when she’d checked us in, and out, last
time.
    ‘Nipples. Fingers, then tongue,’ called
Anthony, controlling the action. She didn’t hesitate, her fingers reaching for
my left nipple, as warm, soft lips anchored around my right.
    ‘O,’ I moaned, reaching up with one hand to
hold the back of her head. ‘Yes, suck harder,’ I ordered. She did, like a
professional, building the sensation of bliss radiating through my body higher
and higher. Knowing it was a woman made it all the more exciting and
intoxicating.
    ‘This is even better than watching you with
Paul,’ Anthony groaned. ‘Play with Tracy’s pussy. She’s bound to be soaking wet
by now if I know her.’
    ‘You do know me,’ I nodded, shifting slightly
to part my legs. My pussy was throbbing, heat building up inside me. I was
going to come in no time at all. ‘Yes,’ I cried as her fingers slipped easily
between my lips, grazing my clit. Crackles of energy surged through my body.
She started to rub, so gently, barely skimming the surface. It made a nice
change from the fast and furious pace most men set, like they were rubbing
Aladdin’s lamp in the hope of three magical wishes. I was already living my
third. Marrying Anthony and having my children were the first two, fulfilling
my girl on girl fantasy was the last. I was so lucky. I moaned as she moved a
bit faster, still sucking and biting on my nipple, while I circled my hips in
time with her strokes.
    ‘Try her, I want to see your face, to see if
you love the taste of my wife.’ There was a pause and I whimpered as she