Free Healer's Touch by Kirsten Saell Page B

mouth, reveling in the tiny sigh of pleasure the other woman gave. She only wished Aru were here to see what she did. She pictured his face, pale and angular, the eyes huge and slanted and gleaming in the dark like a cat’s, his body perfectly carved as if from the whitest marble. Behind her closed eyelids she saw herself sliding into his arms, running her fingers along his unblemished skin, taking the perfect, smooth length of him between her hands while her lips sought his.
    Inella was kissing her back, leaning closer. A moment later, she propped herself up on one elbow and ran a hand down Viera’s torso to her hip.
    â€œWould you like me to…?” the woman asked against her mouth.
    Viera arched, her stomach clenching on a renewed wave of desire, and pressed her body close to Inella’s. “Please,” she whispered.
    Inella’s hand slid to Viera’s belly and lay there for a moment, as if in indecision. Her breath fanned Viera’s lips in hot little bursts, her chest heaving.
    Viera smiled. “Shall I tell you what to do?”
    â€œYes!” Inella blurted, then let out a nervous giggle. “I’m sorry. I just…”
    Viera reached up and took the woman’s face in her hands, pulling back to look at her. All trace of a smile vanished from Inella’s face as a flush stole up her cheeks and her eyes darkened. Viera brushed a thumb across her lips. “I want your mouth on my breasts, Inella.”
    The very picture of obedience, Inella leaned down and took one nipple between her lips, suckling gently through the filmy silk of Viera’s camisole as her hand skimmed up to cup the roundness of her breast. Nice, but, “Harder, my dear,” Viera instructed, holding Inella’s head closer as moisture pooled in her cunt. “Ahh, yes,” she hissed as Inella’s mouth tugged more firmly on the knot of flesh, sending a stab of heat through Viera’s belly and setting her clit to throbbing. “Just like that.”
    Warming to her task, Inella switched to the other breast, lapping at the peaked tip with her tongue, soaking the fabric with saliva. Then she tugged the hem of the camisole up and over Viera’s breasts, baring them to the cool air. Her already tight nipples hardened into almost painful points. Inella plucked at them with her fingers, tweaking and pinching until Viera had to bite her lip to keep from squealing. Her pussy was so hot and wet and full of blood she thought she’d go mad from it.
    â€œGod, oh god, Inella. Put your hands on me. God, put your fingers inside me. Make me come.”
    Inella’s fingers slid into her slit, stroking up and down, spreading Viera’s wetness all over her labia. They circled around her opening, dipping inside, then pulling out, teasing and playful. In impatience, Viera thrust her hips upward. Inella’s two fingers thrust into her, all the way to the last knuckles. They pulled out, then stabbed in again, and Viera’s hips rose up to meet them. Inella’s lips still sucked at the aching tip of her breast, nipping and lapping, torturing the tight bud while her fingers drove Viera nearly senseless.
    â€œMy clit, my clit,” Viera panted, feeling the pressure build in the swelling pebble of flesh.
    And then, thank god, Inella’s thumb was there, pressing hard, rubbing back and forth. As Viera’s senses gathered, she imagined Aru’s hands on her, Aru’s lips at her breast, Aru’s cock where Inella’s fingers pushed high up inside her. She imagined the three of them coiled on the bed, a tangle of limbs shuddering with desire, pictured Aru pounding into her from behind while she ate Inella’s sweet cunt splayed so beautifully before her. She imagined Aru’s seed spilling into her in hot jets until she couldn’t hold it all, and in that moment, she cried out and rose up off the bed, her inner muscles spasming around Inella’s thrusting