Page 42 of Tempted By the Princess

“Hold on.”

Genny’s pupils blew wide and she adjusted her arms to hold on to a section of post over her head. The position lifted her breasts up like an offering, and I couldn’t resist lowering my head to tease her nipple through the lace. She made an adorable little whining sound as I teased first one side, then the other, leaving dark wet spots over the fabric.

I licked my way down the soft skin of her belly then settled on my knees in front of her.

“Don’t let go,” I ordered as I tapped on her ankles in a silent order to spread her legs wider.

As much as it pained me to remove those sexy panties, I needed access, so I drew them down to her ankles, using them to restrain her legs. Without hesitation I drew her lower lips open and licked her from bottom to top, stopping to tap my tongue around her clit before sliding back down to repeat the motion.

I flattened my tongue and began eating her out in earnest. When I glanced up to check on her, Genny was still holding onto the post above her head, so I whispered, “Good girl, hold on tight” right against her mound, making her shiver with need.

After a few more long, leisurely licks she was shaking, telling me that she was close. I licked my way up into her opening, fucking her with my tongue until I felt her inner muscles begin to quiver. Then I reached up and caught the closest nipple, giving it a hard pinch that sent her over the edge.

“Carrie,” she gasped. “Carrie.”

When I finally lifted my head again my tongue was covered with her juices. She looked down just in time to see me lick my lips and that’s when her knees gave out.

Genevieve

Islid down the post, dropping to the floor. I knew I must look obscene, legs spread wide, knees bent out to the side, pussy still dripping from my orgasm. I rested my head against the side of my bed, eyes closed, breath coming in short pants as I tried to recover.

When I finally came back into my body and opened my eyes I saw Carrie sitting on her heels, still fully dressed and looking incredibly pleased with herself.

“That was fun,” she said lightly.

“You know what will be more fun?” I asked.

She raised her eyebrows in question.

“When I can feel my legs again I’m going to get myself on top of my very comfortable bed, and you’re going to take off all your clothes and ride my face.”

“I am, am I?”

“You are.”

She shrugged. “Sure, that sounds okay.”

Then we both burst out laughing. It was good to be with her like this again. One thing about Carrie, I’d had more fun, more laughter, in the bedroom with her than I’d had with anyone else. I liked that we could be playful together, not take everything so seriously. It was a refreshing change.

We sat quietly for a full minute before Carrie rose gracefully to her feet, offering me a hand. I kicked off my panties then reached for my bra, but she stopped me with a hand on my arm.

“Keep that on, it’s sexy as fuck.”

I gave her a wink, then hopped up onto my bed, maneuvering myself to the center with my head on the pillows. Carrie made quick work of removing her clothes, then crawled up the bed, pushing away throw pillows as she went along.

“You have way too many pillows,” she grumbled.

“I like them.”

She stretched out over me, giving me a long, claiming kiss that made my pussy throb with the need to be touched again. But this time was for her, so when we pulled apart, I made a ‘come hither’ motion with my finger and then pointed to my face.

“Hop on, hot stuff.”

Carrie shifted up to her knees, shuffling up my body until she was hovering over my face. Gripping the headboard, she slowly lowered her body. Growing impatient, I lifted my head to lick her labia, then grabbed her hips to pull her the rest of the way down.

“You okay down there?” she asked, the sound muffled by her thighs that were pressed against my ears.

“Mm hmm,” I mumbled, the vibration making her shiver.