Free The Lovers by Eden Bradley Page B

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    I want to do it. But I don’t know how. I don’t even know how to ask if it’s okay.
    My body is heating again, my breasts going tight, my sex filling with the pressure of desire. But more than that, even, is this need to put my mouth on her. To make her come.
    I roll onto my side and she is staring at me.
    â€œThat was awesome,” she says, making me smile. Making me feel a thousand times more confident. “I told you that you’d know what to do.”
    â€œDid I?”
    â€œYes. Absolutely.”
    She reaches out and smooths her palm over my side, my breast. “Your nipples are hard again. They’re the prettiest shade of pink. Just like your nail polish. We probably smudged the hell out of it.”
    I laugh until she tweaks my nipple between her fingers, and my laugh turns into a low moan.
    Audrey grins. “You need more, Bettina?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œSo do I.”
    â€œI want to go down on you,” I tell her.
    â€œOh, yes, please. Come here.”
    I assume she’s going to roll onto her back, but instead she pushes me down flat, turns and straddles me, so that her pussy is right over my face. It’s really beautiful up close. I’ve read of people describing a woman’s sex as looking like a flower, an orchid, and it’s true. I do nothing more than stare for several moments, fascinated, turned on simply looking at her. Then her hand slips between my thighs, stroking my slit, and I open my thighs wide.
    â€œBettina,” she says, her voice low, breathy as she moves down, lowering her body over mine. “Come on, baby.”
    I stroke her with my fingertips, making her squirm. Then I grab her hips and pull her lower, guiding her, and let my tongue flick out over her wet, pink flesh. She does taste like the ocean: dark and damp and a little salty. And she is so slick under my tongue, the taste of her, her scent, her arousal making me hot, pleasure rolling over me in undulating waves.
    I use my hands and my mouth on her, fingers and tongue and lips, exploring, experimenting with touch and taste. And her fingers are deep inside me, fucking me, but not too hard. I thrust my tongue as deeply into her as I can, and her hips are moving as I fuck her with my tongue, using the same slow, even rhythm she is using with me. I reach around and massage her clit with my fingers, and she is slippery with her juices, with my saliva.
    â€œSuck my clit,” she tells me, and I do, taking that hard nub into my mouth. Audrey gasps, pants, and I suck harder.
    â€œOh, baby, yes!”
    Her hips are bucking now, and she’s hard to hold on to, but I suck and suck. Her fingers are pushing hard into my pussy, her thumb pressing onto my clit. I’m shaking with desire, with the need to come, but I am too into her body, her response to my hands and my mouth. Suddenly, she grinds down onto my face and I suck hard, holding her, and feel a warm, liquid rush on my lips, my tongue. It is sweet and salty, a mermaid coming into my mouth.
    It’s too much for me, and I come again, my body exploding, shaking with pleasure, hers and mine. We clench and unclench, thighs tensing, then finally, relaxing.
    â€œThat was so good, Bettina,” Audrey says, her voice rough, low.
    She shifts, falls down onto the mattress beside me, leans over and kisses me, licks my lower lip, bites it gently.
    â€œWas it…I mean, was I okay?”
    â€œYou were great.” She’s smiling, her eyes half closed. “God, I could sleep for a week, couldn’t you?”
    But I am wide-awake, my body humming with energy, my mind going a thousand miles an hour, and I know sleep is far from claiming me.
    â€œMmm…gotta sleep,” she says, kissing my cheek. “Okay if I stay here with you?”
    â€œOf course.”
    I don’t want her to leave. My heart is thudding with emotion, confusion. And as she immediately drifts off, her breathing shallow, I get