Page 51 of My Darling Clementine

Wrapping both arms around her hips, Kizzy kept sucking, licking, delighting her lover without taking her over the edge. She brought Clem close, then closer, and eased up. She did it again.

“Woman, you’re killing me.”

“Now you’re wet enough,” she said, sitting up again, in total control. Climbing Clem, she pulled herself along her taut, firm body, caressing her with soft breasts and belly, until she reached her mouth and gave her a taste of herself in a long, sensuous kiss. Kizzy slithered back down until once again seated between muscled thighs.

“Oh, you tease. You’re driving me mad, sweet girl.” Clem raised her head from the bed, desperate eyes meeting hers. “I don’t care if it hurts like the devil. Use two fingers or three, push as hard as you must, and then take me, Kizzy. I’m ready.” Her muscular body tensed in all the right places.

“Yes, you are,” she agreed, drinking in the sight before her. “Okay,” her finger dipped back into the champagne and once again circled Clem’s swollen clitoris. Keeping eye contact, Kizzy slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and began a gentle in and out, easing them into position. She paused.

“Grab your breasts, tease your nipples out, and pull them tight when I tell you,” she said, voice pitched low as she watched Clem follow her directions. Kizzy backed her fingers up, stiffening. “And… now,” she commanded, ramming through the hymen.

“Argh…” Clem clenched her eyes and pinched her nipples, the single grunt her only acknowledgement of pain. “In, go all the way in,” she urged, hips swaying from side to side.

Kizzy grinned at her. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much,” she said, and went to work providing steady, rhythmic pumps. Her other finger continued its relentless circling, and the engorged swelling deepened to purple. Leaning down, she blew puffs of air at it, then latched on with her lips, sucking it in and flicking it with her tongue.

“Oh, ahh, ai-i-i,” Clem muttered, muscles straining, her entire body growing rigid, reaching for an orgasm. “Oh, oh,” she cried as it came closer, her inner walls tightening around Kizzy’s fingers, but she reached out her hand to stop the steady pumping.

“Wait, we can do this together,” Clem said, laying her arm atop her belly, two fingers pointing straight up. “Get up on my hand and ride me, then I can do it to you at the same time.” Her light brown eyes darkened as stiff fingers beckoned.

Kizzy grinned down at her while rising to straddle and reposition herself. She faced away from Clem’s face and toward her groin, lowering herself until she reached Clem’s fingers, then helped them find their way in and settled. Reaching to reinsert her own two fingers, she stopped.

“A true virgin’s innocence will stain her wedding sheets,” Kizzy quoted with a chuckle. She smeared red on the white bedding. “That’s what my mother and the church ladies in the girls bible class told us, anyway.” She looked over her shoulder at Clem while stroking her thigh. “It’s gone now, so it shouldn’t hurt anymore, but if it does…”

“You’ll never know,” said Clem with a growl. She leaned up and used her free hand to slap Kizzy’s bottom, and wiggled the fingers inside her. “Now get to it, woman.”

Surprised by the zing of excitement that buzzed through her at the smack, Kizzy saw an answering one race through Clem at her reaction. She got to it.

With well-moistened ease, she entered Clem and started pumping again, while gliding up and down on the stiff fingers inside her. “Oh, this is a good idea.” She started riding harder, faster, deeper, her fingers doing the same. “Very good,” she moaned, speeding up. “Oh, I like it.”

“Yes, yes,” groaned Clem, thighs spread wide, ass muscles flexed, and hips thrusting up and down. “Ah… I want, ah, ah,” she panted, “to come with you… ah, ah, you!” Her fingers thrust harder and deeper into Kizzy. “Come with, oh…” She tensed. “Ooh… come with me!” Every muscle in the hard body flexed; her back bowed, throat arched, and belly strained. “Nowowowwww,” she groaned.

As Clem’s inner walls clenched tight around her fingers, Kizzy humped harder, taking the few final grinds on stiff, rigid fingers, pushing herself over the edge. “Oh… ooh… aii… ee!”

Clem rallied and thrust again, and again, still riding her own orgasm.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.” With each wave, another came faster. “Yeesss!” Kizzy hissed as she rode Clem’s hand like a bucking bronco.

When spent, she rose, turned around, and fell into waiting arms, snuggling in tight. “I… I never…”

Clem nodded, pushing loose hair from Kizzy’s face. “You,” she stammered to a stop, then started again. “You, you’re… you…”

They collapsed in each other’s arms. “That was wonderful,” both said. They laughed at themselves as they snuggled skin to skin.

“Ooh, now I’m hungry.” Kizzy sat up and reached for the slice of wedding cake. She took a bite, chewing with a grin. “What’s the time?”

Clem stretched around her, kissed her shoulder, and reached for her pocket watch, clicking it open. “Half-past one in the morning.” They heard the bolt being thrown on the hotel doors. “Everyone’s gone, the place is secure, and the Bates are off to bed. Soon we’ll be the only two awake.” She grinned at Kizzy, who held a bite of cake out for her.

“No, thank you. I am hungry,” Clem licked her lips, eyes glinting. “But it’s something else I want to taste.”

Kizzy, feeling playful, tucked the bite of cake between her lips and licked the icing from the fork. “Oh, that’s too bad, Clem. I’m pretty sure the kitchen’s closed. You’ll have to wait until the regular cook arrives at five in the morning.”

“I’ve seen her, she looks tough and stringy.” With a single move, Clem pushed up onto her hands and knees. “You look sweet and tender.” She sat at Kizzy’s feet, running her hands up and down her legs. Clem licked her lips, eyeing her naked body and the curly-haired triangle where her legs met. “Tempting and delicious.” She grinned. “Better finish that cake in a hurry if you don’t want to wear it. One…”

Kizzy knew something would happen when Clem finished counting, and shoved the last bite in her mouth, chewing in a hurry.

“Two…”

She swallowed. The glint in her new husband’s eyes grew lecherous.