Page 21 of Tempted By the Princess

“You’re so wet already,” she grumbled against my folds. “I love it.”

Of course I was wet, I’d been lusting after this woman for days.

Carrie slid one finger into my opening, pumping in and out at a steady pace while she continued to tease my clit with her tongue. She tapped and circled, tapped and circled, over and over again while fucking me with first one, then two fingers, stretching me.

I rolled my hips, meeting her fingers eagerly, pressing myself against her face, all my attention focused on my throbbing pussy. It didn’t take too long until I felt my entire body go still. Everything froze for a millisecond, then a jolt ran through my body, as if I’d been hit by lightning.

“Carrie,” I cried.

Then I was coming harder than I could remember ever coming before.

Carrie

The only thing better than hearing Genny’s little cries of pleasure was the taste of her release on my tongue. It was sweet and tangy and completely addictive.

Her orgasm crashed through her until she finally collapsed back on the counter, her head colliding with the cabinet behind her with a dull thunk.

“I don’t even have words for what just happened,” she sighed happily.

I dropped down to rest on my heels, watching her as she recovered. She was naked from the waist down but still wearing her shirt, though it was askew.

“Please tell me I’m going to get the chance to return the favor,” she mumbled as she stared at the ceiling.

I couldn’t help but feel proud of how I’d brought her so much pleasure, so fast. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t desperate to come as well. My panties were so wet they were downright uncomfortable. I pressed my thighs together to ease the pressure.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

She pushed herself upright, raising one eyebrow. “Your bed or mine?”

“Mine’s bigger.”

“Let’s go.”

She reached a hand to help me off the floor, scooped up her pants and underwear from the floor, and dragged me towards the back of the house. Not that I needed much coaxing. We rushed down the hallway like we were on the clock, and I guess in some ways we were. Genny couldn’t stay here forever. Real life was going to intrude quickly.

When we reached the bed we stopped, standing face to face, and Genny reached out, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I stood completely still, letting her take her time even though it was killing me. She slid my shirt off my shoulders, and I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

She stepped closer, hands coming to my waist for balance as she lowered her head, sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as she could. Once she had me where she wanted me, she teased the tip with her tongue. I grabbed her head, holding her closer as little zings of excitement traveled down from my breast to my core.

She pulled off me with a pop, then turned her attention to the other breast, not stopping until both of my nipples were red and swollen into hard peaks.

“Take off your pants and get on the bed,” she said huskily. “It’s my turn to have a taste.”

Usually I was the bossy one in the bedroom, but this worked too. I didn’t mind not having to be the person who made all the decisions.

As soon as I was on the bed Genny hopped up. I realized that at some point she’d taken off her shirt as well, her small breasts bouncing beneath her as she crawled up my body and settled on top of me. We kissed for several long moments, our bodies moving restlessly against each other, skin sliding against skin. Then she shimmied downward, pushed my thighs obscenely wide, and settled between my legs. I pushed up onto my elbows to watch what happened next.

I thought she’d go straight to business, but instead she took her time, stroking my inner thighs, my labia, my lower belly. By the time she finally spread me open wide with her fingers and licked her way into my channel, I was shaking with excitement, already dangerously close to going off. I recited recipes in my head, trying to last just a little bit longer. I didn’t want this to end.

Genny licked me from bottom to top, circling my clit a few times before sliding back down towards my opening. She repeated the motion again, once, twice, so many times that I lost track. All my attention was focused on the connection between her tongue and my pussy. She altered the pace and the pressure, keeping me guessing. When she bit down on my clit I yelped in surprise, my hips punching upward instinctively.

She went back to licking me, flattening her tongue and adding pressure. I rolled my hips up and tugged on her hair, desperate to get her where I really needed her. This time when Genny bit down on my clit, I lost it.

“Genny!”

My back arched as I screeched her name. I thrashed on the bed mindlessly as I came, eyes closed, mumbling things that might have been words, I didn’t know for sure. Through it all, Genny continued working me over with that talented tongue.

When I couldn’t take any more, I tugged on her hair and sagged into the mattress with a deep sigh. She lifted her head, resting her chin on my belly as she watched me come down from my orgasm. I stretched one arm out, gesturing with my fingers.