Free Sugar Rush by Leigh Ellwood

tasting her
with broad strokes to tonguing her pussy’s core and back again. Fingers
threaded through Neve’s hair and pressed her head close to keep her in place,
and Neve rocked right along with the orgasm that nearly knocked them off the
bed.
    “God! Yes!” Judy fisted the sheets and bucked her hips but
didn’t disrupt Neve from loving her. Neve couldn’t stop—she craved more of
Judy’s unique flavor, more so than anything she could concoct in her kitchen.
This night threatened to ruin her for sweet things, definitely.
    “Please, Neve,” Judy said, breathing deeply as she floated
down from the high, “let me take care of you.”
    Neve wouldn’t have required it, she was happy to give the
girl pleasure, but she glanced up the smooth planes of Judy’s body and met her
gaze. Judy’s breasts, flattened in this supine position, rose with each inhale,
thick nipples like dark cherries taunting Neve to take a bite. She wanted to
crawl over Judy and kiss her hard, but two hands pushed her away, guiding her
to lie back.
    Good thing she complied too. Neve rested against a pillow
and watched Judy, slim and beautiful, crawl down to her parted legs. Neve’s
pussy lips ached, swollen with need. The mere hint of Judy’s breath on her skin
left her anxious for more, and seeing Judy just pause there to look at her
caused her to moan.
    To her relief, Judy touched a finger to the top of her cleft
and slowly dragged it down to her wet opening. Neve moaned again when two more
digits joined the first in her cunt. She rarely used toys for
self-gratification but had enjoyed the occasional dildo with past lovers. Neve
never expected to find satisfaction this way, but Judy seemed to know what she
was doing.
    Judy’s lips parted on Neve’s pussy, with her tongue tracing
the inner labia and around the clitoral hood. Her eyes closed and her face
softened as she ate Neve, a concentrated body worship that teased Neve’s senses
and drove her to the edge of madness. The spark of orgasm burned low in her
pussy and Judy stoked the fire slowly. Every few seconds she’d meet Neve’s
eyes, and Neve read the message in them.
    Let go.
    “So close,” she whispered, and Judy must have heard her,
since she sped up her efforts. The pressure against her clit increased the
sensations, and it wasn’t long before Neve cried out in ecstasy, pinching Judy
between her thighs.
    Judy didn’t stop, however. She continued to lick and tease
Neve’s clit until Neve twisted away. She’d crossed the fine line dividing
pleasure and pain, and wanted nothing more now than to hold Judy and cuddle in
the afterglow.
    “Come here,” Neve said, helping Judy to lie at her side. She
spooned her lover’s body, arms circling her waist. Their skin gave off the
heady tang of sex and Neve wanted to revel in it. “That was amazing. Thank
you.”
    Judy shook with quiet laughter. “I should thank you .
I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m into flings.”
    Neve raised an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss Judy’s cheek.
“Yeah, I suppose I’m the same way. When something feels right, though, why
fight it?” Neve could count her lovers on one hand, and in the other cases it
had taken more than a few dates to get her into bed. With Judy, though, she met
the connection wholeheartedly. She liked the young woman, and enjoyed
her company. It didn’t matter if Judy never shopped at Sugar Rush again or
didn’t share her passion for baking—she stirred Neve’s desire.
    No, Neve decided, she didn’t see this as an attempt to prove
to Gianna that she was wanted. She wanted Judy, and her body thrummed
with ecstatic joy. If only they could spend the night and make love at least
once more before they drifted into comfortable sleep.
    Then once more in the morning before breakfast.
    “You’ve gone all quiet,” Judy observed, shifting in Neve’s
embrace.
    “Sorry. I guess that took all the breath out of me.” Neve
laughed, then quickly exhaled into silence. She traced the