Free A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt Page A

it off. “Please,
don’t stop. Right there on my clit. You’re going to make me come so fast!”
    Daphne seemed to know exactly
what she was doing, her tongue focused on Carrie’s clit with lascivious
precision. Her tongue lapped over and over, her persistence admirable. Carrie
moaned and grabbed her knees, giving her more of her pussy, spreading wide,
wider, widest, back arched, mouth twisted with pleasure.
    “Gonna come!” she gasped and
Daphne went from lick to suck, sending her flying, the rock of her wanton hips
almost bucking her off the counter with her orgasm.
    “Oh my god,” Daphne whispered,
feathering kisses between Carrie’s legs, over her mound and thighs. “Your pussy
tastes so good. It’s so smoooooth.” She kissed it again, trying to suck her
little clit back into her mouth, but Carrie squealed in protest, sliding fully
off the counter.
    “Come on.” Carrie held out her
hand.
    “Your room or mine?”
    “Mine’s closer.” Carrie grinned
back over her shoulder. “And there’s a bigger bed. Besides, that’s where we’ll
be when Doc gets here anyway.”
    “You really think he’ll be okay
with this?” Daphne crawled up onto the bed. Carrie watched the swing of her
friend’s hips as she moved, seeing a flash of pink between her thighs.
    “Trust me,” Carrie replied,
climbing up beside her. “It will be the best Christmas present he ever got.”
    They rolled toward each other on
the bed, limbs twining, tongues meshing, hips shifting on the mattress as if
the heat of their pussies could melt into one another. Carrie had forgotten, oh
she had forgotten everything—the swell of a woman’s breast in her hand, the
heat of a squishy wet pussy straddling her thigh, the way a woman tasted and
smelled, so different from a man. How had she forgotten? How had she ever lived
without it?
    “Are you sure this is okay?”
Daphne whispered, dipping her head down to take one of Carrie’s dark nipples
between her lips.
    “More than okay.” Carrie stroked
the redhead’s slightly damp mass of hair, admiring the smattering of freckles
over her friend’s pert nose. “Oh yes, suck it like that.”
    Daphne bathed her nipple in
saliva, leaving shining trails from one to the other in the lamp light. Carrie
squirmed on the bed, her pussy ready again, aching for more, but she was far
more eager to taste Daphne’s juices on her tongue.
    “I think it’s your turn,” Carrie
admonished, rolling her friend to her back, nuzzling her neck, licking her
collarbone, tracing down her clavicle toward her breastbone. Daphne didn’t
protest—her greedy fingers were already buried between her own thighs, touching
herself.
    Carrie stopped at Daphne’s
breasts, blowing gently over her nipples, watching the skin around them pucker,
her flat nipples rising in response, turning a darker pink. Daphne moaned when
Carrie licked one, rolling her tongue around and around, loving the feel of it
hardening under her tongue’s basting. Daphne’s fingers moved faster between her
legs.
    “Let me do that.” Carrie moved
down, spreading her friend’s creamy thighs. They were as soft as rose petals
under her hands, her pussy lips shaved neatly, leaving the pink of her inner
lips exposed. They were fat and protruding, asking to be licked, and Carrie
obliged, dipping her tongue in for the first time.
    “Mmmmm!” Daphne rolled her hips up,
her belly almost concave as she rocked, her hands moving up over the curving
slope of her stomach to cup her own breasts. They were almost as big as
Carrie’s, at least a C-cup, maybe a D, definitely more than a handful. Carrie
glanced up to see them rising up like hills with pink nippled peaks.
    “Put your fingers in me,” Daphne
instructed as Carrie traced the labyrinth of hot, pink flesh under her tongue,
looking for the center. “Fuck me too. I love that.”
    Carrie found her entrance,
probing gently, parting her, but Daphne wasn’t having that. She bucked her
hips, shoving Carrie’s