Emily was freshly massaged, skin glowing from head to toe, right under her white towel. Laying next to her, Anne-Marie drew her close, their lips almost touching, while her hand traveled down south to her pot of gold. Her movements were deliberate; nimble fingers lingering on Emily’s clitoris while their lips drew closer together. Just when she thought her clitoris was about to be given some good good loving, she felt Anne-Marie’s middle finger plunge into her depths just as her lips captured hers. Bliss. Emily dug her fingers through Anne-Marie’s hair, pulling her head closer to her, while Anne-Marie drew Emily even closer to her chest while she inserted two of her fingers into her and thrust. She was moist and warm, inviting, just like her mouth was. She kissed her back with wanton abandon and lustful fervor, her clitoris throbbing mildly in invitation for what could come next. Anne-Marie broke the kiss, briefly.
“Can we use your vibrator?”
“Yes. What else do you want?”
Emily got off the bed and presented Anne-Marie with the tools of her oncoming punishment, suspecting she would enjoy it much more than she anticipated, if previous experience was anything to go by. She sat while Anne-Marie blindfolded and cuffed her, then lay her down on her back. Kneeling between Emily’s thighs, she hooked them in her arms and pulled her closer, then leaned in to drop a benign kiss on her parted, anticipating lips, down to her neck, and finally her already erect nipples. Emily wondered what kind of voo doo Anne-Marie had over her; her entire skin felt electrified by her breath and presence, and her touch was something else. There she lay, blindfolded and cuffed, at her mercy, with only anticipated pleasure coursing her consciousness. Anne-Marie took her left nipple in her mouth and sucked, twirling her lips around it before clamping her teeth down on her. Emily moaned and arched her back as if to beckon Anne-Marie to take more, to bite more. She bit harder, then soothed by suction when Em started writhing. Moving to her right while her fingers pinched her heft nipple, Anne-Marie went hard, biting and eliciting a rather loud moan from Em. Hands above her head, Em arched towards and writhed away, cursing repeatedly, sweet pain coursing from her right nipple throughout her nervous system, right down to her clitoris.
Em couldn’t contain an over load of pleasure on her freshly massaged body. Anne-Marie let go of her nipple and went down to her clitoris, kissing her way down her belly and finally settling for her meal. She ran her tongue up and down, tasting her clitoris, her wetness and back to her clitoris. She then latched on, taking her clitoris between her lips, sucking gently, while her tongue went to work flicking up and down, left and right, in circles, teasing the soft, sensitive flesh of Em’s clitoris to the point of arousal. And just as she started twitching and quivering, an orgasm beckoning, Anne-Marie ceased pleasuring her, edging her, then kissing her as she moaned and writhed while her clitoris was left hanging over the orgasmic cliff. Fuck. Why though? Why not let her just cum anyway? Why edge her thus?
In that same breath, Anne-Marie powered the vibrator and placed it over Em’s clitoris. And moved it gently, in circles, alternating the vibrator’s intensity. That sudden switch of sensation from tongue to vibrations confused the fuck out of Emily, yet still in an infinitely pleasurable way. Same way Anne-Marie’s tongue moved in Em’s mouth, is the same way she moved the vibrator on her sensitive clitoris. Em moaned into Anne-Marie’s mouth, winding her pelvis to counter her movements. Until her climax hit. She arched her back and moaned, releasing whatever energy she could through her lips as the rest coursed her body like the volcano once swept through the streets of Pompeii. Anne-Marie took advantage and latched her lips onto Em’s clitoris again, tasting her orgasm and preparing her for another, stronger one. Em moaned, and rode Anne-Marie’s face, feeling the vibrator dance dangerously close to her vulva where it had been abandoned, still vibrating, on her sheets. She reached her hands up to cup Em’s breasts and pinch her nipples, while her lips and tongue wreaked havoc on her womanhood.
Skin covered in arousal, orgasm and tantric sexual energy, Em let herself go wherever Anne-Marie led. Whether it was off the edge of a cliff or out of a plane, 30,000 feet above sea level, she went. That tongue – Lorde, that tongue! She felt her orgasm coming again, this one more intense than the first one of the afternoon, her blood rushing so fast down to her clitoris along with all her nerve endings. Anne-Marie tasted her orgasm on her tongue, the pulse, strength and intensity of it, while Em struggled to find her voice to scream. It seems her voice had traveled down to her clitoris with the rest of her cognitive abilities, because, in the midst of that decadent orgasmic sensation, Anne-Marie kept pleasuring her and groaning on her arousal, her flower dripping the sweet-smelling nectar of female arousal. She let her clitoris go and ran her tongue along the rest of her womanhood, tasting the nectar and the spot right below her clitoris. Em’s body quivered and shook, her breath coming in staccato, her fingers clasped into fists above her head, and head as far back into the pillows as her neck could possibly crane. Anne-Marie kissed her way back to Em’s lips from her belly, removed the blindfold, took the cuffs off her wrists and cradled her in the crook of her arm, holding her until the post orgasmic tremors racking Em’s body subsided and her breathing went back to normal.