Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse Read Free Book Online Page B

downward, spreading my
fingers wide, ready to grab that gorgeous flesh. When I finally did I thought I
might expire with pleasure. The bum I’d spent a great deal of time checking out
was amazing. Firm and yet not too hard, still deliciously feminine and
eminently squeezable. I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks and
explore.
    I told myself that there was no rush. She’d said this wasn’t
just about sex, which implied this wouldn’t be a one-off, wouldn’t be a sole
incident that I’d relive again and again while I laid in bed, my hand crammed
between my thighs. I hoped more than anything that she meant it, meant that she
didn’t just want me for sex. Though even if that weren’t the case it was
shaping up to be a spectacular first and last time.
    Growing braver, I shifted the hand that was on Nadia’s
buttock into her crack, delving between those perfect globes in search of the
prize. The hot, slick, prize. And God, was it hot and slick. There was no
denying her arousal—my fingertips were immediately coated in her juices and I
wanted more than anything to put them in my mouth and taste her. But that would
mean breaking the kiss. Later—I could taste her later.
    Instead I continued to explore her swollen folds, dipping
into her molten core and enjoying the sounds she made and the wriggles that
told me I was doing something right. Drawing more juices from her cunt, I
spread them over her clit, which was distended, making its presence known. I began
to play with it, paying attention to her reactions, figuring out what she
liked, what she loved, what she was indifferent to. Learning her body, learning
what would make her come apart.
    Throughout, we continued kissing, her deft tongue caressing
mine, exploring my mouth. Every now and again she would suck on my tongue, my
bottom lip, even give the occasional nibble. I mirrored her movements, aware
that they grew increasingly frantic—our mouths hungrily devouring, our fingers
playing with needy pussies.
    She was learning my body too. Her ministrations were
sensual, erotic, yet precise. She’d quickly pinpointed the exact spot beside my
clit that really got my motor revving. But instead of stimulating it
relentlessly until I came, she teased me. Played me. Brought me close to
orgasm, happy hormones rushing through my veins, then moved away, slipped her
fingers inside me. Caressed my G-spot, coaxed more juices from me until I
thought I had no more. Then started all over again. I grew lightheaded,
desperate. Would she ever let me come?
    Perhaps if I made her come first, once she’d ridden out her
climax she’d concentrate on me and let me have my own. It was worth a try—and a
damn good excuse to move things on. I could hardly wait to see her orgasm. She
was beautiful already—extreme pleasure would only enhance that.
    Pulling away from her lips, I leaned back a little until her
face came into focus once more, and gave her a wicked grin. “Time for you to
come, sweetheart.”
    “And what about you?” she replied. I was gratified to hear
that she sounded breathless, lust-drunk.
    “After. You first.” With that I gripped her upper arms, spun
us both around and pushed her against the wall, careful to avoid the hook that
held my wash bag. We’d moved mostly out of the spray now, though droplets still
hit the edge of my buttocks, running into my crack, giving a little
stimulation.
    Kneeling, I pressed my hands to her inner thighs and pushed
them apart, eager to get to what was between them. I gasped as her cunt was
exposed to me, all pink, swollen and slick with her cream. The gorgeous scent
assaulted my nostrils, pushing my arousal higher. She was wet, she was ready.
And it was all for me.
    A whine came from above. “V, please…”
    How could I refuse such a plea? Hooking my thumbs into her
outer labia, I gently pulled them apart, baring her most intimate parts, giving
me access.
    I couldn’t wait any longer. I dived in, pressing my mouth
against her