The Messenger (A Lesbian Romance) by K.C. Blake Read Free Book Online Page A

accentuated every curve of her body. She looked like a living work of art. Instinctually, I slowly ran the fingertips of my left hand over her hip, up the curve of her torso, then across her delicate looking collarbone, where I could feel her pulse pounding.  
    She sighed, then took my hand in hers and kissed my palm. She turned my hand over and gently licked the spot between my index and middle finger, setting off tiny fireworks between my legs. Releasing my hand, she set to work undoing my blouse. She must have been some kind of expert at that kind of thing, because before I knew it, I was down to my bra and panties. She pulled me close, pressing her hip against the spot where I cared for it most.  
    She undid my bra like a magician. Suddenly feeling her naked breasts against my own was like discovering a new world. We tumbled onto her bed in a movement that would’ve been hilarious if not for our shared sense of urgency. I pressed my lips against hers once more and, gathering all my courage, took her in hand through her jeans. We both cried out; I could feel how wet she was, even though the tough fabric. I had to get at what awaited me there. I went to undo her pants, but she stopped me.  
    “Not yet”, she whispered.  
    She then pressed her fingers against my own, guiding me to use my middle and ring finger to massage her through the jeans. She was impossibly wet. After a few moments of kissing her, our tongues dancing and exploring, she put her hand down my panties and with one deft motion, had them off me. We giggled like schoolgirls, then she flipped me onto my back. She gently opened my legs and gave me a mischievous look as she stroked my thighs. She leaned forward and licked my hard nipple. I shivered with pleasure.
    “You ever had a blow job, Lucy?”, she murmured.
    I could barely comprehend language at that point.
    “Hm, yea-yeah, no, I… “
    She laughed.  
    “I bet you’ve never had one by someone who actually knew how to lick your pussy… ”
    She sounded like she was on a personal mission. Ever so gently, she kissed my landing strip, then ran her tongue from the top of it, all the way down. I cried out. She gently shushed me.  
    “Poor thing… “
    For a moment, she must have been watching my lips open up for her. I could feel myself getting even wetter, and I couldn’t stop myself from writhing in anticipation.  
    Finally, she ran her tongue across my clit. My hips bucked and I cried out in ecstasy, but this time she didn’t sush me. She went right to work, settling herself between my legs and burying her face in my honeypot. I looked down at her relished the sight of her diddling herself as she pleasured me. Although her eyes were closed, the look on her face suggested she was in a trance. I could feel her inhaling my musk and slipping her tongue inside me.  
    I couldn’t get enough; I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth, and she made no move to stop me. I could tell that I was moaning and yelping extremely loudly, but couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried. In a matter of minutes, I came so hard that my ears popped. My hips bucked wildly, but she held on and never took her mouth off me, even though she was in the throes of her own intense climax. When I finally stopped coming, she gently kissed my swollen clit and rested her head on my belly. I recall brushing the hair away from her forehead before falling into the deepest sleep I’d ever known.  

Chapter Ten  
    I don’t know how long I slept. It was probably the first time in my life that I’d woken without an alarm clock. The sun glowed meekly through the roman blinds in the window, gently rousing me even though I probably could’ve lied there for countless more hours. There was the requisite moment of panic from waking up in a strange place, which was tempered by the happy, relaxed feeling still coursing through my veins like an opiate.  
    I looked to my side and saw Elena. She was lying on her stomach and snoozing.