Free The Lovers by Eden Bradley Page A

her left breast in my hand, I knead the flesh a bit before pulling the tip into my mouth.
    â€œOh, that’s good,” she breathes.
    I curl my tongue over her nipple. It’s hard and soft all at once. I graze it with my teeth, take pleasure in the way she squirms. Then I suck. And she is all soft flesh and hard nipple, everything hot and fragrant. And I am going warm all over, my sex pulsing, needing to come again. But I will make her come first.
    I slip one hand down between her thighs, and she opens for me. Her pussy is soft, swollen, smooth and slippery. I move my fingers down, over her slit, and she spreads even more. I find her hole, rubbing at the edges, slipping the tip of my finger in, then out. I cannot believe how hot and wet she is.
    â€œCome on, Bettina. Come on.”
    I suck her nipple harder, letting it slip from my lips at theend, and she gasps. But I have to see her, have to watch my fingers inside her.
    I shift so I can see better, and move one of her thighs, until she is spread wide on the bed. Her sex is pink and glistening with her juices. And I am fascinated simply watching my fingers stroking that lovely, wet flesh.
    â€œOh, you are killing me,” she groans.
    But I can’t help myself. I play with her a bit longer, just stroking her pussy lips, her hole, over and over, until she is writhing and panting.
    Finally, I slip my fingers back inside, hard and all at once, and she clenches, going tight all over, but mostly it’s her pussy grabbing on to my fingers. And my sex is pulsing with need, hers and my own.
    God, I need her.
    â€œAudrey, I need to…I need to fuck you. How do I do it?” I am desperate, lost suddenly.
    But she sits up and drags me down on the bed and straddles me again.
    â€œI’ll fuck you, baby,” she says, making me shiver.
    I have never heard anything as purely erotic as Audrey saying these words to me.
    She pulls one of my legs over hers, yanking me until our bodies are right up against each other’s. Her sex is hot on mine. Soft. Wet. Jesus.
    Then she starts to move, a slow undulation of her hips, her hands digging into my buttocks as she holds me tight against her. And she is fucking me. And it is like nothing I have ever felt before.
    She grinds into me, and soon I am moving with her, creating a rhythm, pussy to pussy, wet heat to wet heat. So slick, her swollen lips against my flesh, rubbing my mound, myhard clit. Desire builds, hot, electric. And we are gasping and pumping our hips against each other.
    â€œOh, baby,” she moans. “I’m going to come, baby. Come on. Come with me.”
    I am so fucking wet, slipping against her, and I feel her clit, feel how hard and hot it is. She reaches for me, her hands covering my breasts, her palms scorching hot against my nipples. And as she pinches them I explode. There is no other word for it. I’m coming so damn hard, my body clenching in hard jerks. I feel a liquid gush between my thighs, and I don’t know whether it’s her or me. Then she’s tensing, shaking, her hips arching hard into mine, hurting me. But I don’t care.
    â€œFuck!” she yells, then collapses on top of me.
    We are both panting hard, my sex, my body, still pulsing. My head is buzzing. I can’t think. I don’t want to think.
    I want Audrey to tell me everything is okay. That I did things right. But I didn’t make her come, and it bothers me. Worries me.
    I’ve never had this sort of concern with a man. Of course, men are easy; they always come. And none have ever really been important to me. I know that sounds harsh, but I can’t help it.
    Audrey lets out a deep sigh and rolls off me, but her head is pillowed on my shoulder. It feels nice. I turn my face and smell sex and the citrus scent of her hair, and faintly, the ocean air. Or maybe it’s that ocean scent of female arousal, of female come. And suddenly I want to taste her, to know that scent, that female