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A cry catches in my throat.
I thrust two fingers deep.
Then a third.
I take in a deep breath.
Everything about Sasha makes me ache with hunger and need. She allows me to give into my primal cravings. And I allow her the same. She fuels my rampant need, feeds my every desire. I lick my lips, fondling and toying with my clit. I am swollen and throbbing and sopping wet.
I breathe in another deep breath.
I can almost smell Sasha’s warm, spicy pussy. Can almost taste its sweet pungency. I imagine her hips hovered over my face, the bud of her flower poking out from its hood, erect and ready. She lowers her cunt to my mouth, my probing tongue pushing into her slickness as her muscles are pulling me in, welcoming me into her warmth.
I let out a soft moan at the thought, spreading open my labia and plunging two fingers into the heat and wetness. I push them in and out of me until I can hear the slick sound and smell my own arousal. Heated by slippery fingers that have found my spot, steam curls out of my cunt, swirling around my clit. And when I can no longer take it, I reach under my pillow and pull out my Wonderland vibrator, turning it on low speed and gasping the minute the vibrating tip touches my clit.
I close my eyes, whimpering softly, as I massage my clit. I stroke my clit over and over, bringing myself close to orgasm. “Oh, god, yes…” I spread my legs wider and slide the tip of the vibrator into my wet pussy. Its vibrations ricochet against my inner walls. “Ohhhh, yessss…” I slide the vibrator into my smooth pussy, slowly at first, then with more urgency, pushing it up into me as far as it will go. “Oh, yes…mmmm…ooooh…” The vibrations pulse through my body. “Oh, god, yes…”
My orgasm crashes over me. Endless waves of intense pleasure soak the sheets beneath me. Several minutes later, when my breathing and heartbeat steady, I blink my bleary eyes a few times, focusing on the digital clock. 8:47 A.M.
Enigma plays. “Principles of Lust” pours out through the surround sound. I hum its tune in my head, climbing out of bed and heading for the bathroom to freshen up.
Ten minutes later, barefoot and naked, I descend the winding staircase, making my way into the kitchen. Sasha’s hot gaze roves over my body as I enter the kitchen. “My, don’t you look scrumptious.” She’s wearing a red Essence Festival apron over a white mini-skirt and form-fitting blouse.
I greet her with a kiss. “Good morning.”
“I hope you’re hungry,” she says, wrapping an arm around my waist, then cupping my ass. “I know I am.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
I smile. “I’m famished.”
My hand slides between her legs. And then my lips are on hers. Her tongue explores my mouth, with urgency, with a longing need, that matches my own. She tastes like Wrigley’s Cobalt chewing gum. I press my pussy into her. She squeezes a chunk of my ass, biting my bottom lip, and then her mouth moves from mine down the side of my neck, along my collarbone, leaving a trail of warm kisses before moving to my breasts. Her mouth travels over my left nipple, sucking it harder than it already is before traveling over to the other one. Her right hand releases my ass cheek and slides between my legs. She cups my pussy, then allows her wandering fingers to discover what I already know. I am soaking wet.
She grins. “Looks like someone’s excited to see me. Or did you start the party without me?” She lowers her voice to a hushed whisper, the heat of her gaze scorching over my body and turning up the heat in my already heated cunt.
“Both.”
And now she is kissing me again. Her tongue is hot and lush, swirling around my own. I grind into her. And she grinds back. Then after a few more minutes of deep, tongue-probing kisses, she pulls away and holds my gaze as she removes her hand from between my legs and places her two fingers into her mouth. There is a feral look in her eyes as she watches me watch her suck away my juices from her fingers.
“Let’s eat,” she says, stepping back.
“I’d rather eat you.”
“And you shall. But first I want you to eat what I’ve—” She goes to walk away and I reach for her. Gather her hands behind her back and hold her wrists together with one hand. My warm breath is on her ear.
“So glad you’re home.” I nip her ear. One of her weak spots. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too,” she manages to say, wriggling.
I breathe her in. “Mmm. You smell so sweet.” I kiss the back of her neck, nuzzle her earlobes, then slide my hand up her skirt. She shivers, her cantaloupe-sized breasts rising and falling with each anticipated breath she takes. I slowly inch my hand up her thigh, teasing her with whisper-soft-kisses along the side of her neck.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “My pussy missed you.”
“And mine missed you. But we need to…” My fingers reach the edge of her panties. The French-cut cotton panties that hug her beautiful, smooth ass like a second skin.
“I wanna bury my fingers, my tongue, into your soft, wet pussy. You want that, baby? You want me to pull your panties to the side and fuck your hungry hole with my fingers?”
She grinds her ass into me. “Mmm. Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you.”
