Anne’s jaw went slack, and in a few seconds the kiss wasn’t a kiss anymore, not really, just the best way they could touch. All mouth, all mess.
When she broke apart with a gasp, she rasped, “Yes, I feel it.” And again, “I’ve felt it all day,” and then, unable to stop herself, “Iloveit.”
Sadie kissed a spot just above the corner of Anne’s mouth. “Dear heart, I can’t hurt you. Not even if you’re begging me for it. So instead—” She pulled at Anne’s legs, silently asking her to spread them, and Anne did almost instantly. “I’ll use my mouth. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
She’d take anything. Anything, as long as Sadie gave it to her. Without being told to, Anne made herself even wider.
Once Sadie had re-positioned herself between Anne’s spread legs, she stared, her gaze fixed on what waited for her. Her tongue swiped over her lips, moistening them. “My God,” she murmured, “how could anyone be so arrogant as to believe words could ever describe this?”
As Anne bent her legs, Sadie grabbed a pillow and handed it to Anne, who realized she was supposed to use it to raise her hips. She slid it beneath her ass, and the new angle felt even more exposed, more shameless. Only one man had ever done this with her—one of the men she’d slept with after the divorce—and at the time, she’d mostly just felt embarrassed about how enthusiastic he was.
There was nothing about Sadie’s expression as she positioned herself that made Anne feel embarrassed. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed, and leaned back.
“You’ve been very good, haven’t you?” Sadie’s breath tickled Anne’s flesh. “You’ve waited so patiently tonight. You’ve waited for an entire week. No. Your whole life. Oh, Anne, you’ve been waiting your entirelife.”
It was too much for Anne to withstand. No. Not too much. Exactly enough.
“Just lie back and take it,” Sadie whispered, “that’s my special girl.” And then she opened her mouth against Anne’s pussy and began to devour her.
Anne couldn’t keep herself from making noise, soft sobs that clawed helplessly at sanity. Every nerve in her body sparked with fresh greed, each new jolt of pleasure rushing her toward the next and the next and the next.
Eagerness made up for inexperience. Sadie, voracious, seemed to be everywhere at once, licking and sucking and praising. She grabbed at Anne’s hips as though she needed Anne in her hands, too, in her hands and mouth and in her life, all of it, forever.
“Harder,” Anne begged. “Harder, more. Please.”
Sadie made a noise, the sound muffled. Her tongue pressed flat and hard against Anne’s clit, moving roughly up and down.
“Right there, oh, yes, that’s good, that’s so—a little to the left—my left—higher, just a—yes, oh, like that, rightthere, just—!”
She was almost there, muscles seized tight and thighs quivering. One of her unsteady hands grasped at the back of Sadie’s head, threading through hair until she gripped the roots. Anne pressed her in deeper.
Sadie cried out, a noise of pure, desperate need.
My love, Anne thought wildly, and that was it; that was the final push that began a long, perfect fall. She began to pulse helplessly under Sadie’s tongue, clenching in fast and relentless spasms. Needing to touch herself, she let go of Sadie’s hair and grabbed at her own breasts, her sternum, her shoulders. So different from coming alone. Wider, deeper, the marrow of her body shaking apart at the root. This close to unbearable, like she couldn’t withstand the wonder of being cared for by two people at once.
Once Anne’s thighs were slack and still, Sadie lifted her head and pulled herself up. Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks, shiny near her lips, were slapped with a pink flush. She opened her wet mouth, then closed it again. Swallowed visibly. Shuddered, a tremor that shook her entire body.
“Ah,” she managed. “Uh.”
“Sadie?” Anne propped herself up on her elbows, still dazed. “Are you all—”
“I think,” Sadie said in a rush, “oh Anne, I—I can’t, I can’t wait any—” In a blur of movement, she rose to her knees, positioning herself on either side of Anne’s right thigh. “Use the lube, all right, sweetheart? Two fingers. I need to get fucked.Now.”
Anne made a guttural noise, then rushed to obey, fumbling for the bottle on the nightstand. The second she was all slick for Sadie, she reached up.
Oh. Just the act of sliding her hand between Sadie’s legs for the first time made Anne groan and clench. Those soft curls, that wet skin. The aftershocks of Anne’s climax pulsed faintly, trying in vain to grip at what wasn’t inside her as her hand cupped the full mound, two fingers slipping between the cleft with no effort at all, and Sadie was hot there, her pussy already easy for it, slippery and plump.
Astonished, Anne whispered, “I did this to you?”
At that, Sadie sobbed, jerking forward onto Anne’s hand.
Anne slid inside Sadie and gasped. Tight. Oh God, so tight and hot andwet.
As Anne entered her, Sadie drove down with a little shriek.
“Tell me!” Anne thrust inside Sadie once, again, a third time. “Tell me how to give it to you. Please, honey—”
“Crook your fingers—!”