Sid shook her head. “Nope.”
“Are there drill bits in there? Sandpaper? Exactly what did you have planned?” Kit shrank from her, eyeing the case as though she’d be subjected to pain play with hexagonal nuts affixed to her nipples.
“Relax. These are fun toys. I don’t go for the heavy duty bondage like the whips and cuffs. Well, maybe these once in a while, if they’re fur lined.”
“Uh huh.”
Sid took out a pair of clamps attached by a long chain and squeezed them open. “These are incredible, if you want to try them.”
Kit eyed them warily, and crossed her palms over her breasts. “They look pretty stiff. I swear you cramped your hand working those hinges.”
Sid let one clamp fall and teased her right nipple to stand at attention. Kit was more vanilla than the content of the bottle at their feet. Nothing wrong with that. She wouldn’t goad the other woman into her interests, but it would be nice to roll outside the box during sex.
“See? It’s fine. It’s more pressure than pain,” she said, and applied the clamp. Her pink nub reddened and she inhaled at the increased weight on this sensitive area. Kit watched in fascination, then reached to stroke around the areola.
“It’s okay if you tug.” Sid demonstrated, then pushed out her chest. “Go on.”
Kit said nothing, but reached for the chain for a quick yank. The clamp pulled on her breast and Sid moaned at the sensation. Once she released the clamp and the blood rushed back, it would feel amazing to have Kit’s tongue lapping at her distended nipple.
“Want to try the other one?” She held out the attached clamp. Kit responded by stimulating Sid’s other nipple.
“You first. You look kinda sexy with the one on,” she said. “Besides, this chain isn’t very long, and I won’t be able to eat your pussy if we’re connected.”
“Good point.” Like hell would she pass up Kit’s mouth on her clit. When the other woman surprised her with a firm handon her chest, she sank down and let Kit guide her to a desired position.
Kit reached for the syrup and flipped open the lid to expose the spout. She squeezed a thick drop on her finger and tasted it. “That’s pretty good,” she said, nodding her approval. “I never knew anyone who made her own pancake syrup. Tish makesdulce de lecheand other stuff, not this.”
“It’s an infusion, not like I tapped the tree.” She laughed. “I do that with a lot of things. Water, sugar, salt.”
“Oh, yeah.” Kit took another lick. “I’m spoiled. If I want a specific flavor I buy it online.”
“I used to do that, too, until I discovered it doesn’t cost that much more to make your own.. I like to inject a bit of spontaneity in cooking.”
To say nothing of sex. Kit caught on that quickly. Reclining on her back, Sid propped her torso up on her elbows and watched her lover dribble a curved line of amber maple goodness from the valley between her breasts down to her navel, taking care to miss the chain. The second it hit, Sid felt every inch of her skin turn sticky. It didn’t take much, maybe a touch on her fingers if she picked up a fork wrong, to make her feel covered like her pancakes.
Kit lowered her head, bracing the heels of her hands on either side of Sid’s body, and licked away the herbed sweetness with one broad stroke. Sid noticed the dusting of freckles on Kit’s shoulders and longed to kiss each one. It relieved her that Tish didn’t ask them to work at the winery. She’d rather hunt for more spots and really get to know her new lover’s body. She’d connect the dots with cupcake icing and indulge in the special treat.
Kit sat on her haunches and tipped the bottle down again. This time she had Sid part her legs a bit wider so she could applythe syrup to her pussy. “I’ll pay for a new futon cover if you can’t wash this out,” she said.
Sid laughed, her clamped breasts jiggling and creating a disjointed melody as the chain links tinkled. So considerate, such manners! Did she want to break that habit and encourage Kit to ramp up her dominant side?
A drop of maple landed smack on her clit and oozed down her pussy lips. Kit dove to lap it all up, and Sid hissed at the contact.Oh, yes.She could learn to like this take-charge girl with the sweet tooth.
“You want any more? I’m not saving it for anything special,bon apetit.”
Kit flashed her shining grin and slid her tongue over her lower lip, punctuating her approval with a loud smack. “Oh, yeah. I want to try one more thing,” she said and motioned for Sid to roll over. “On your knees, bent over. Like that, yes.”
Sid assumed the doggie position and bowed her back to push up her backside. Kneeling behind her, Kit stroked a finger between her ass cheeks, reaching down to slip into her pussy. She pumped three fingers in and out while kissing each fleshy globe, then with her free hand squeezed some syrup down the crack. Sid’s ass puckered with the contact.
“Oh, you bad girl,” she teased. She absolutelylovedto be rimmed. Yet for all her sexual proclivities, she never asked a partner to enhance it like this. The sensation of thick syrup sliding down her ass, coupled with Kit’s tongue, left her a quivering mess, and she cried out her incoherent pleasure. It was enough to encourage the fingers in her pussy to move faster.
“Kit, fuck me. Please.”
Kit’s lips remained busy, licking her ass then kissing up her spine. Soon her body covered Sid’s back, hardened nipples scraping her and breath warm in her ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“I have my dildo in the box. Put it on and take my pussy hard.”
“What?” Kit’s nervous laughter shook the futon. “I’ve never done that before.”
