Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) Page 4

  “I’m going to make you feel like no man has ever,” she whispers into my ear, inching a hand down my stomach, then dipping between my thighs. I gasp, again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ava. I can’t wait to feel this pussy. To taste it. Make love to it.”

  I moan as she feverishly works her fingers over my clit, gyrating my hips in sync to her strumming fingers. “Oooooooh, yes…”

  “You like that?”

  I respond with a low groan.

  “Ooooh, your pussy’s so wet, Ava…”

  “Mmmmm…”

  She turns me back to face her, showering me with passionate kisses as she continues to play with my clit. Her mouth goes to my left breast, sucks in a nipple, twirls her tongue over it, then moves onto the right one, doing the same thing. Heat races through my entire body. Her touch is soft and sensual. My body shivers as she gives each of my breasts equal attention, licking and sucking and nibbling, while skillfully manipulating my clit and pussy with her fingers. I have never experienced an array of intense feelings like this in my whole entire life. My whole being responds to her touch.

  She…this, is driving me crazy. I don’t know how much more of this feeling I can take before I explode. Before I scream out at the top of my lungs. “Ohgod, please, Kara…”

  “Please, what?” she replies in a throaty whisper, eyeing me seductively.

  “Eat my pussy.”

  She licks a trail down the center of my chest, down to my stomach, dipping into my navel before inching her tongue further south until she lands on my spot. She wraps her hands around my ass and presses her nose against my clit, before pulling open my lips and sliding her tongue into my heated cunt.

  I gasp. She pulls her tongue out, then sucks my clit into her mouth, licking me with the wide, flat surface, then rolling her tongue and flicking it with the pointed tip. She does not stop until I shudder out an orgasm.

  The hot wetness of her mouth mingles with the sizzling heat and moisture of my excited pussy, causing me to feel lightheaded. I am on the brink of coming again. I reach for her and pull her up to me, desperate to taste my wet sex on her tongue, her lips. I have always wondered what it would be like kissing another woman. And now I know. It’s like…heaven. Maybe it’s the fact that this secret fantasy is taboo that has me feeling like I’m floating on clouds. Maybe it’s the way her fingers caress my clit, then fuck my pussy that has me wanting this feeling to go on forever.

  Her lips find mine.

  “Oh, Kara…” I lift one leg up and wrap my arms around her neck as she grinds her wet pussy against mine. Clit to clit, a searing bliss courses through every inch of me, exposing me to a sensation I never imagined. Her tongue finds its way inside my mouth.

  “Can I make love to you?”

  “Yes…oooh, yesss…”

  “You gonna give me that juicy fruit?”

  The question catches me off-guard. I open my eyes, giving her a confused look. “Huh?”

  Her right hand slinks back between my legs. Her voice is a whisper. “This fat, wet pussy. Your juicy fruit.” She gently rubs my clit with her thumb, presses on it. Her eager fingers finding my pussy lips as she continues to tease the tip of my clit with her wet thumb.

  I shudder and nearly cream all over her probing fingers. “Ooooh…”

  “Let me taste your juicy fruit, Ava.”

  A moan escapes me. “Mmmmmm.”

  “You want me to lick that sweet pussy?”

  I hump her hand. “Yesss. Please, Kara. Ohgod, yes…lick my pussy. Stop teasing me.”

  Her fingers slip out of my valley, tormenting and teasing my now empty pussy. She kisses me again. Then, as quick as her fingers were gone, they are back, moving inside of me. Two fingers become three, then four, stretching my cunt, searching my treasures, sending heated lust coursing through my entire body. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I explode. Her delicious four-finger fuck is pushing me to the edge of an orgasm. The walls of my pussy spasm as she pulls a nipple into her mouth, then gently licks, sucks and bites down on it.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod…yes, yes, yes…work my pussy…oooh, yes…”

  “You want me to slide this tongue in that pussy? Taste your juicy fruit?”

  I whimper as her fingers slip out of me again, escaping my cunt’s clutches. Karalyn knows exactly what she’s doing. Knows exactly how far to bring me before taking me over the cliff. She smiles, thrusting two fingers back into my weeping pussy. My body is pressed against the cool, wet tiles.

  I wind my hips on her hand, forcing my mouth onto hers, biting down on her bottom lip as I come on her fingers.

  “I want to taste you,” I say, reaching between her legs, searching for her own wetness. The words ooze out like hot lava, thick with lust and desire. I am beside myself. Caught up in the heated moment. Tasting another woman has never crossed my mind…until now.

  I kneel down between her legs. Her pussy is shaved. The tattoo of a black dragon’s head with red flames shoots downward toward her clit. I breathe her in. The scent of her sex sends a pulse through me as I inhale, then lick her clit. I lick and lick and lick, twirling my tongue around her engorged nub. Pleasuring her in the same melodic way I enjoy pleasuring myself, soft gentle strokes that quicken. I glance up at her and have to fight the urge to press my mouth to her cunt. Her lips are brown and puffy. Her clit begs for attention. Instinctively, I lick it, flick it, lap it lovingly. I have tasted my own juices many times. Have imagined licking my own pussy many times. But tonight, I am savoring the pussy of another woman for the first time. The sweet, tangy taste clings to my tongue. Karalyn begins to moan and purr and rotate her hips. I lick her pussy as if it is my own. I often fantasied, but never imagined eating another woman’s pussy would be like this…so good. My wet, hungry tongue sinks chin deep into her quivering pussy. I am getting lost in her. Her taste. Her smell. Her body.

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” she coos as she threads her fingers through my hair and begins thrusting against my tongue. “Oooh, yes…get it, baby…lick that pussy…aaah…Ohshitohshitohshit…” her wide hips buck. “Right there; just like that…I’m coming…ooooh, yesssss…”

  Ohmygod…I’m eating another woman’s pussy! And I’m enjoying it. I’m really enjoying it!

  Her body shudders as she climaxes into my mouth. I, too, bring myself to climax, creaming all over my fingers. Karalyn and I finish our showers, satiated and full—for the moment.

  Hours pass as we make love over and over, drinking and giggling like two schoolgirls who share a dirty secret. When we have finished ravishing each other’s bodies for the third time, she pulls me into her arms, both of us basking in ecstasy’s afterglow. We lay here, marinating in sweet bliss for what seems like forever before either of us finally speaks.

  “Are you okay?” Karalyn asks, concern laced in her tone. She strokes my cheek, then leans in and kisses my hair.

  I nod, nestling deeper into the crook of her arm, then drifting into a deep, well-needed slumber.

  • • •

  The next morning, I open my heavy-lidded eyes to Karalyn sucking and kneading my breasts, her tongue thoughtfully twirling around each nipple with equal attention. Her eyes flicker up at me. “Good morning,” she says, releasing my nipple from her mouth.

  “Good morning.” I stretch and yawn. “You sure know how to get a girl’s juices flowing first thing in the morning.”

  She grins, slowly trailing a finger along the center of my breasts, then down my stomach. “I hope you don’t mind. I decided to get a jumpstart on breakfast.”

  “Oh.” I gasp as her finger presses up against my clit. “Oh, yesss…” I swallow, feeling arousal pierce my clit. I spread my legs. Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? Shouldn’t I feel guilty, even badly, for what happened between us last night?

  Isn’t what the two of us are doing wrong?

  Hmmm…then why does it feel soooo fucking good?!

  Karalyn is now between my legs. Her soft lips close firmly a
round my clit, her tongue swirling rhythmically over it. I shut my eyes tight and rock my hips against Karalyn’s thrusts. “Oh, God, this feels so…good. Ooooh, please don’t stop…mmmm…Oooh, yesss…I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy…Ooooh, yess…mmmm…”

  I glance down at Karalyn between my thighs, my arousal surging through my body as I watch her. I lose myself in uninhibited groans and grunts of pleasure as Karalyn whimpers. Her short, uneven breaths keep me encouraged, urging me to me come—heavy and loud—as she swirls her tongue over my clit, sucking and licking.

  I clutch the sheets. Shriek. Thrash my head from side-to-side as I inch closer to climaxing. Tightening my thighs around Karalyn’s head, I quiver with delight as my hot, creamy juices erupt into her warm, eager mouth. She’s taken my body to heights of pleasure I never knew possible. Oh, yes. Her lips, her tongue, her fingers, have made love to every inch of my body. And, I know, that this will be one weekend—one experience, I shall never be able to forget.

  Seven

  For weeks following my cabin rendezvous, I throw myself into my work, trying desperately to forget those two passionate, sex-filled nights in the Poconos. Not because I didn’t enjoy the experience, but because I want more. Karalyn touched me in ways no man has ever touched me. She opened up desires I’ve kept hidden for years. And no matter how hard I try to block that weekend out, I find myself savoring the memory of the way her body felt against mine; the way her clit pressed against mine; her nipples in my mouth, mine in hers; the way our slick, pulsing pussies humping and were pumping into each other; two opening slits of wet, greedy desire, leaking sweet, sticky juices.

  I can’t stop replaying the way Karalyn attentively, lovingly, lapped my swollen lips, tongued my slit, then devoured every part of my pussy. The way she kissed me with tender sweetness, slowly, with so much intensity and passion that I felt like I would melt into the sheets as liquid heat spurted out of me. I have made myself cum over and over, reliving the experience. But I don’t want her. I want…that feeling again—with a man. I want, no I need, a man to handle my pussy the way she did. Lovingly.

  And that’s exactly what I hoped would happen when I agreed to go out on a date with Jarrod. Jarrod and I started working at Sci-Tech around the same time—about twelve years ago, but we never really said any more than an occasional hello to each other whenever we’d run into each other. However, that all changed last summer when he was transferred over to my department. So for the last six months he’s been pursuing me. However, I wasn’t interested. Until now…

  Until Karalyn reopened a door to a dormant sex life I thought I had sealed off. Karalyn did this. I allowed her to. Now, I want to be touched and licked and fucked, from head to toe. And I’m willing to break my promise—the one I made to not fuck anyone else until Mr. Right came along. Well, Jarrod may not be my Mr. Right for a future. But he’s my Mr. Right for right now.

  We have finished a delicious meal at Negril’s in the Village. Now I’m nursing my third coconut martini; Jarrod’s on his second Red Stripe. And the more I drink, the sexier he starts to look. Not that he’s an unattractive man. On the contrary, Jarrod’s dangerously fine. A pretty-boy with flawlessly smooth skin and thick wavy hair.

  Muscular arms.

  Chiseled chest.

  Big hands.

  Big feet.

  My god!

  And here I sit, staring this cocoa-brown man with the deep dimples and smoldering brown eyes in his face, sharing a cozy table for two, forcing myself to stay in the moment. Not that being here with Jarrod is a bad thing. It’s just that my mind keeps wandering back to my weekend at the cabin with Karalyn. I can’t seem to shake it. I can still feel her hands on my flesh. The way they journeyed over my body, kneading my breasts, my ass. I can still feel her lips pressed against mine; her tongue searching my mouth, my pussy, my erect nipples. Her wet pussy on my tongue, her clit pulled into my mouth, I can still taste her. Can still feel her warm body against mine, her pelvis grinding into mine—our clits slipping and sliding against each other’s, swelling with excitement, aching for release. I can smell her. Her wet, excited pussy stained on my senses.

  She has been burned into my memory.

  Damn her!

  I’m not a lesbian. I love dick!

  Then why is your pussy soaking wet, thinking about face-fucking another woman?

  I bite down on my bottom lip.

  “Did I tell you how lovely you look tonight?” Jarrod says, cutting into my scandalous thoughts.

  I blink my attention back to my date. He is staring at me. Lost in my dirty images, I was absentmindedly staring at his lips but now I’m blushing back my embarrassment as I realize that he is returning my gaze with the same intensity. “Huh?” He repeats himself, causing me to smile. I bat my lashes. “Um, let’s see. Not in the last”—I glance at my watch—“forty minutes you haven’t.”

  He laughs, causing his eyes to sparkle. “Hey, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a beautiful woman.” He reaches over and squeezes my hand. “And you, Miss Ava Wilson, are one helluva beauty.”

  My face heats. And, surprisingly, I find myself getting extremely turned on by the direction of our banter. Thoughts of Karalyn are quickly evaporating, replaced by naughty notions of Jarrod’s mouth and tongue sucking on my sensitive nipples that have been swollen with lust for most of the night, threatening to poke holes through my lace bra had I not been trying to conceal my arousal by keeping an arm folded across my chest. Images of Karalyn’s legs up over my shoulders and my face pressed between her smooth thighs are now replaced with me grinding my cunt on Jarrod’s tongue. Fucking his face, riding his lips. Visions of me climbing underneath this table, unzipping his pants, then fishing out his dick and sucking the cum out of it, draining his balls until they shrivel up like two sunbaked prunes have replaced the ones I was having of Karalyn and me performing fellatio on each other in the sixty-nine position. She atop of me while my arms wrap around her hips as I pull her pussy into my mouth, burying my eager tongue into the back of her slit.

  I wonder if he has a big dick.

  My pussy tingles.

  I collect my thoughts, taking a slow sip of my drink in an attempt to squelch out the fire burning between my legs. I see myself leaning over into his lap while he drives me back to his place, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, sliding my fingers into the slit of his underwear and pulling out his cock, then taking his dick in and out of my throat, sucking him with an animalistic fervor I hadn’t known existed inside of me until now.

  Damn her!

  Damn him!

  I eye Jarrod, teasingly. “And compliments, Mister Denson, will get you everywhere.”

  Which is exactly what I’m hoping, I muse, pressing my thighs together. Thus far, the conversation between us has been safe—work, hobbies, travel, what we like to do in our spare time, stuff like that. But as the alcohol courses through my body and heats me and the images of my weekend with Karalyn take up space in my head, I’m feeling more bold and daring. My horny pussy is ready to be fed some dick. All the same, I can’t help but feel my panties moistening.

  Oooh, yes…I’ma take this fine black man home and fuck the shit out of him. I’m long overdue for some hard dick!

  Oh, God, I hope he can fuck!

  Jarrod winks. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping. I am more than willing to be at your service.” He leans up in his seat, resting his forearms up on the table. “So, is that an invitation for what’s to come?”

  I grin slyly. “Perhaps. The night is still young. Let’s see what happens after dessert.”

  “Better yet.” He wriggles his thick eyebrows up and down. “How about we blow this joint, head back to my place, and make our own dessert?” The invitation is coated with thick desire. My pussy throbs at the sound of it, causing the sticky dampness between my legs to make me feel mischievous and slutty. I slip off my heel, then extend my leg out, resting my foot in his lap.

  The look on his face is a mixture of shock and
pleasure. He glances around the cozy, candlelit restaurant. I have caught him off-guard. He slyly inches his crotch forward, spreading his legs, welcoming what’s to come.

  “Sooo, tell me, Jarrod.” I purr, eyeing him seductively as I massage his crotch with the ball of my foot. His dick is long and thick. I smile to myself. “Are you seeing anyone? Do you have a wife and kids hiding away somewhere at home no one knows about?”

  He chuckles, mindful to keep his voice low as he shakes his head. “Whew…um…damn…” He tries to keep his composure. He presses his legs shut around my foot. “No, no, none of the above. No wife, no chil…dren. And I’m definitely…not seeing anyone at the moment. And you are making this…very hard to think and talk.”

  “Ooh, I like it hard. Nice.” I feel his dick thicken and stretch the fabric of his pants against my foot. “Mmmm,” I tease, licking my lips. “Very nice.” I let my manicured toes knead his aching bulge as his eyes sweep across my swollen breasts. He gazes at my hardened nipples, then zooms in on my cleavage ready to spill out of my low-cut blouse.

  I should feel guilty for flirting with him; for using him like this. But my screaming pussy is wailing and begging for a good fuck, demanding that it gets stretched and gutted by a hard black dick. And, tag…he’s it.

  Still, I have always prided myself on never, ever, mixing business with pleasure. And I definitely have never shit where I eat. Office romances very seldom work out. Neither does having a one-night stand with a colleague—usually. But, lately, seems like I’ve been going against everything I stand for, like sleeping with Karalyn, for one. And now this.

  I can feel my juices seeping through my purple lace panties, oozing down around my pussy, staining my designer skirt. I am relieved it’s a chocolate brown. The last thing I need is to be embarrassed by a big, round wet stain on the back of my skirt when I stand.

  I knew I should have worn a liner.

  He licks his lips, grinning suggestively. “You sure know how to get a man to rise to the occasion.”