Rustled by Natasha Stories Read Free Book Online

course.” My pussy clenched in response. No one had gone down on
me, ever. I only knew of it from books, but I had imagined the incredible
sensation as I read. Now I could think of nothing else. I pushed my mound
forward, searching in vain for his hand, which was squeezing my breast again as
he sucked each nipple into his mouth and let go with a little pop. I was going
to die if he didn’t touch me there again, and soon.
    Russ lifted
his head to look at me again with his uncanny ability to read my mind. “What
would you like me to do to you now, Kitten?” The seductive whisper tickled the
ear he whispered it into, and fanned the flames that threatened to engulf me.
    Panting with
need, I didn’t know how to ask. Books or no books, potty mouth or no potty
mouth, I had never told a man or boy what I wanted, never talked dirty during
sex, never even expressed it in my thoughts. My voice was unrecognizable to me
as I ground out, “Touch me there, Russ. God, I need it. Touch me, please.”
    “Touch you
where, Kitten?” Soft, insistent, the whisper insinuated itself into the fire in
my veins and danced along my nerve endings.
    I groaned in
frustration. He was going to make me say it? Okay, then I’d say it. “Touch my clit .
Please, please, touch it.”
    “With what, my
sweet?”
    I wailed, and
then the sweet sensation flooded me as his finger found me there once again.
But Russ was leaving me, scooting down on the bed. My arms begged him to
return.
    The warm, wet
tongue where his finger had been sent my trembling body over a cliff of
sensation, something like I imagined it would feel to be swept over a waterfall.
A rush of energy shook me as wave after explosive wave rocked my body, while
his tongue worked to remain where it was. He teased and licked my clit, sucking
and nipping, and the entire time his finger, or maybe two fingers worked inside
me.
    What was this?
I was falling apart, dissolving into thin air, shaking the bed, the cabin and
the very earth with the force of it. At last, my body’s paroxysm let me go and
I sank into the bed, spent, though still impaled on Russ’s fingers.
    “Oh, my god!
What was that?” I managed to gasp.
    Russ almost
growled as he said, “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
    “ That was an orgasm? Shit, I’ve been robbed.”
    Russ’s abrupt
bark of a laugh made me jump. “You’ve been robbed? What do you mean?”
    “I mean those
boys made me think that sort of warm feeling that comes over you when you have
sex is an orgasm.”
    “Well,
sweetheart, I think you’ll find that they run the gamut.”
    “This one was
the granddaddy of all orgasms, then. I thought I was dying.”
    “La petite
mort,” he said.
    “What?”
    “It’s French,
for ‘the little death’. It’s a euphemism for orgasm. My Kitten, are you ready
to die again?”
    “Are you
kidding?” I wasn’t sure another of those wouldn’t actually kill me, but I could
be persuaded to find out.
    “Well, no. You
may think you’re satisfied, but we’ve only just begun. And I must point out
that I am not satisfied.”
    How could I
have forgotten? Russ had driven every thought out of my head except the
pleasures I was experiencing. I had neglected him. I knew about blue balls, the
boys had told me. Good god, they had never had such a large, purple-headed
cock, though. Wanting to possess it, with little thought, I reached for it.
Russ twitched it away.
    “Please, Russ,
I want to touch you. I want to make you feel like I feel.”
    “All in good
time, Kitten. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice, a low growl made
something lurch deep inside me.
    “I, um, I
don’t.” Timidly, because I would be too embarrassed to do that in front of him.
    “Don’t lie to
me, sweet,” He looked menacing, which scared me but sent a thrill of lust
through me again. Nervously, I extended my hand between my legs, and spread the
lips there, dragging the remaining juices up until they lubricated my clit
deliciously. I