Forbidden Love (Sapphic Historical) by Anna Rose Read Free Book Online

before me and said efficiently, “Spread your legs, then,” all the while holding a razor in her hands.
     
    “Don’t worry,” she laughed, “I’ll be careful,” and then she was gently pushing my legs apart, rubbing a foaming soap into my slit, her fingers thorough. I held onto the cold porcelain sink to keep myself from keeling over as pleasure thundered through me.
     
    Moving her hand upwards, Helen rubbed the soap into my still wet bush before slowly putting the razor to it.
     
    She was finished quickly, barely taking off much, just enough that it was a little neater.
     
    “Oh,” I said, eyeing her work critically, knowing my face must be flaming red. “I thought you’d take off a little more…”
     
    “Well, if you want me to,” she mused, staring at my groin, and suddenly her manner wasn’t quite so professional and efficient – in fact, I had quite missed that look in  her eye all the while she’d worked on me, too intent on watching the sharp razor near my flesh. “Only, I think it looks beautiful – it was beautiful before, too,” Helen smiled widely, and then she bent over my lap and kissing my nether hair, shooting me a quick, nervous look afterwards before looking away.
     
    She stood then and reached for a towel, handing it to me, but I didn’t take it. Instead, I settled my hands over her hips and pulled her towards me until her cunny was level with my face, and I kissed her, as she had me, and looked up to see her peering down at her, nipples tight and belly taut.
     
    “May I kiss it?” I said then, stroking her bush.
     
    Helen nodded. “Oh, darling – you don’t know the things you make me feel,” she sighed hoarsely. “Of course you can…but – but we’ll have to be quick.”
     
    We changed positions until she sat on the stool and I was on my knees before her. She parted her legs wordlessly, her eyes hot and bright, and as much as I wished to admire her pink, wet lips at leisure, time was depressingly short.
     
    Making love at night in the blissful privacy of her room at the back of the house – with the bathroom between her room and the next one, making it even easier to do so – was one thing: but touching each other, looking at each other in the light of day was quite something else. It felt less secret, more real.
     
    I kissed her damp slit, her hard clit. I licked at her entrance, throbbing and glistening, her taste strong and delicious, her scent musky and better than any expensive bottle fragrance my mother paid hefty coin for.
     
    As I moved my eager mouth over her cunny, my own responded with alarming swiftness, and as Helen lifted and wrapped her legs around my shoulders, holding me to her groin in urgency, I rubbed at myself, the both of us finding desperate release in almost perfect synchronisation.
     
    “You’ve no need to worry that I’ll run away in shocked horror after doing – well, that, ” I said as we dressed hurriedly. “You taste wonderful,” I said shyly, licking my lips to savour the last of her essence. “I always imagined what it would be like but it was far beyond my anything I thought.”
     
    “You truly mean that?” Helen cupped my cheek, and we stood in the now spotless bathroom, eyes intent on one another.
     
    “Truly,” I nodded firmly.
     
    Helen kissed my cheeks, my lips, her eyes wet, smile wide.
     
    “Look at me – acting all daft!” she chuckled, wiping at her eyes. “I’m not upset,” she said on a broad smile then, reading my confusion. “I’m so bloody happy, that’s all!” she laughed loudly, and then we descended the stairs and attempted to look blasé as we waited in the living room for The Family to arrive, all the while grinning stupidly across at one another.
     
    Everyone arrived about an hour later – a fact that exasperated me.
    “Well, better to be safe than sorry,” Helen whispered as I discreetly complained, but she looked equally as annoyed.
     
    “Fiona and her mother are staying