Free The Lovers by Eden Bradley

wetter and wetter, my sex filling until the pulse beat of desire is painful.
    â€œTell me what you want, Bettina,” she says.
    â€œI want…I want to touch you. Everywhere. But I don’t know how.”
    â€œJust think about how you want me to touch you. To kiss you. To lick you.”
    Quick flash of my dreams, of a feminine mouth between my thighs, and I hold back a groan. But I nod, understanding. I pull on her skirt, and she lifts up on her knees and slips out of it before pushing me down on the bed once more and straddling my prone body.
    Her sex is shaved, beautifully naked, the lips pink and tender looking. And her clitoris is swollen and longer than mine, peeking from between those soft lips. I reach out and touch that hard little nub. She moans, smiles down at me. Encouraged, I slip my fingers along her slit, and it is all wet, lovely heat. Incredible. I shiver, desire a steady thrumming in my body, my own sex filling, swelling.
    â€œCome on, Bettina,” she says, her hips arching toward me. “Really touch me.”
    I slide the tip of one finger inside her and feel her clench around me, so hot and tight. I push a little deeper and she lets out a long, slow breath. It’s like nothing I have ever felt before, not even like my own body. Her pussy is so soft and slick as I add another finger and push a little deeper. I want to exploreher, with my hands, with my mouth. But my own need is so great I can’t really control myself, what’s happening.
    â€œAudrey, please…”
    Another quick smile from her, then she is on me, my fingers slipping from her as she slides over my body, her weight pressing me down into the mattress. She spreads my thighs with her hands. One last smile up at me before she dips her head.
    Another shock as her tongue flicks out, catching the tip of my clit, and I gasp.
    â€œOh!”
    She uses her fingers to spread my pussy lips wide, and traces her tongue up and down my slit. It’s very much like a man doing these things to me, except more gentle, more in tune with my desires, instant by instant. And the nearly excruciating knowledge that it is her doing this to me, her face between my spread thighs, Audrey licking my pussy in long, slow, lovely strokes. I am soaking wet, needy, writhing in moments. Then her tongue dips into my aching hole, wet and pressing, pushing inside me, and my whole body comes up off the bed.
    â€œGod! Audrey!”
    She really goes to work then, licking and licking, my pussy, my clit, until I think I might lose my mind. Pleasure is like a knife, cutting into me over and over as I watch her dark head moving between my thighs. I can hardly believe it, that this is happening, that it’s her. And I can barely hold my orgasm back. When she pushes her thumbs inside me, taking my clit into her mouth and sucking so hard it hurts, I come, shattering, lights flashing in front of my eyes, dazzling me.
    â€œAudrey! Oh…”
    She keeps licking me, and my climax shudders through me, and I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop. But eventually it does.
    Usually after an orgasm I am languid, spent, but I am more eager than ever to have her under my hands, my mouth.
    I sit up and she rolls onto her back on the bed, as though she’s anticipated my need, or maybe simply her own.
    â€œI want to do this right,” I tell her.
    â€œYou will.”
    Her eyes are gleaming, fevered, her cheeks and her breasts flushed. I bend to take them in my hands once more. Her flesh is impossibly soft, lustrous and golden. Her nipples are larger than mine, dark and swollen. I pinch the tips lightly, watching her squirm. I pinch harder and her dark lashes flutter closed as she moans.
    â€œAh, yes, that’s good, Bettina. Suck them, please. Come on.”
    I bend over her, and I can smell sex on her, smell her desire, smell the scent of my climax all over her. I pull in a deep breath, my body simmering again already. Holding