“Oh fuck,” she says with a sigh.
Nicolai groans behind me. “Suck her, Tess.”
First I give Misty a little push to the foot of the bed then I lean down and take a nipple in my mouth while caressing her other full breast. Her knees buckle and she sits. I push her onto her back and crawl on top of her, letting my breasts graze hers, nipple to nipple. She looks so lovely from this angle; her hair fanned out around her face, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Lush pale flesh. So sweet. Dusky, puckered nipples entice me and I give in, moving down so that my chest is flush with her pelvis and my mouth is on level with her sweet nipples.
I touch my tongue to the tip of one nipple and she cries out. It’s a gratifying, erotic sound and I want to hear it again so I wrap my lips around her and increase the suction, playing with the barbell in my mouth, moving it back and forth with my tongue.
From beside us, I hear the telltale sound of a zipper. I’m tempted to look, to watch Nicolai stroking himself, but I don’t. I keep my focus on Misty, sucking one breast and then another.
His voice is strained when he commands me to remove her shorts. I don’t obey right away. I finish what I’m doing first before I sit up, blowing gently against Misty’s damp buds, smiling as she shivers in pleasure. Going up on my knees, I reach down to the button on her shorts and undo it. Then I slowly release the zipper and tug on the waistband. She lifts her hips to help and I pull her shorts off. She’s wearing pretty little pink briefs and I wonder if those pretty panties are hiding any other piercings.
Before removing her panties, I decide to find out. I trace a finger down the front of her from the elastic waistband to the small protrusion at the tip of her vee. My gentle touch has the desired effect of driving her crazy as she writhes beneath me.
“Take your skirt off, Tess.”
I ignore Nicolai because I’m not done exploring. Reaching between her legs, I rub her through her panties. Her damp heat excites me, as does her rapid breathing and the way she thrusts against my hand.
“Tess? Your skirt.” His voice is loud and commanding, startling me.
Oh my!
I look up into Nicolai’s dark gaze. His sparkling eyes tell me he’s loving this, his scowl tells me the experience is pure torture for him.
Good. I drop my eyes to his waist. His cock is dusky and beautiful against his tan khakis. And oh-so-stiff.
I rub my breasts against Misty’s tummy while watching Nicolai’s expression. “Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
He grips himself tightly and his nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath. “I want you to take your skirt off.”
Ho-lee hell. Who is this man? He’s so very different from the clumsy boy who tried to kiss me only a few days ago. “Where did you come from?” I whisper.
“This is me, Tess. The real me.”
Wow.
Our gazes lock in mutual understanding and he says, “Now. Your skirt.”
To the sound of her sighing, I withdraw my hand from between Misty’s legs and roll onto my back beside her. Undoing the zipper, I lift my pelvis and wriggle the skirt down over my hips and off my legs. The whole time I’m watching Nicolai standing above us, stroking himself. When I slip my hand between my legs, he groans and shuts his eyes.
Misty props herself up on her elbow and leans over, taking my hand away from my pussy, and replacing it with hers. Her touch is gentle, very gentle. I love it. That’s the thing about women, they know how to touch with just the right amount of pressure, I suppose because it’s all familiar territory.
“Kiss me,” I murmur.
She leans over and kisses me. The position crushes her breasts deliciously against my upper arm while her hand increases pressure between my legs.
“Misty?”
“Mmm?”
“Take off her panties.”
Moving up to her knees, she tugs on the slip of satin between my legs, sliding them down and dropping them on the floor. I’m finding it hard to breathe. Nicolai’s never seen me. He’s never seen any woman, not this real and not this close. What will he think of my noticeable lack of body hair? What will he think of the small golden ring adorning my clit?
“Ah...so pretty,” Misty sighs. “Look how pretty you are.”
“Holy fuck.” Nicolai groans. “Touch her, Misty. Show me what she likes.”
“Don’t you know what she likes, handsome?”
Nic shakes his head. “I told you...”
“Mmm. You did. I guess I didn’t believe you.”
So Nicolai told Misty about our arrangement? Why would he do that?”
“Show me,” he whispers and my question is answered. The man is taking his lessons into his own hands.
Catching my eye, Misty licks her lips. “Let’s give him a show, shall we?”
I smile. Bending at the knee, I draw my legs up the bed and let them fall open. It’s hard to breathe. I’m exposing myself to both Misty and Nicolai for the first time and the very idea is taking me to new heights of arousal. Oh God! This is going to be Nicolai’s best lesson yet.
Misty pushes my left knee down, forcing my legs open wider. She pets me gently, stroking over my clit stopping before she reaches my wet opening.
Misty’s voice is so soft and sweet when she says, “Every woman is different down here. Did you know that?” She looks up at Nicolai and smiles a sexy, kittenish smile.
His lips are parted as he shakes his head.
“They are. Some have more nerve endings here.” She gently whirls her index finger against my clit.
I cry out. That’s me. I’m a clit girl.
“And some have more here.” She spreads my labia, showing Nicolai my exposed woman’s flesh.
He responds with a grunt.
“It’s your job to find out what she likes.” She smiles at me. “Isn’t that right?”
She can’t seriously expect me to answer. I sigh and shut my eyes. The woman has an expert touch and I’ve needed someone to touch me like this for so long.
Her fingers graze my slick flesh, dipping inside and pressing along the walls of my channel, exploring, spreading, pressing, until she wriggles her fingers up toward my pubic bone and my body convulses with sudden acute pleasure.
“Ah,” she sighs. “There it is. Your woman has a g-spot. Not all women do, you know.”
The next thing I know, she’s pulsing against my internal pleasure center while she lowers her mouth to the delicate skin of my inner thigh. I thrust toward her, willing her to focus on my other, more obvious pleasure center—the one with the ring.
But Misty is a teaser. Not only does she like to tease, but it’s obvious she’s done this before...many times. Her nervousness is gone and she is fully into what she’s doing.
The sexual build up from the week—no months—of abstinence is taking its toll. I am no longer coherent. She flicks my clit with her tongue and then moves on, kissing me everywhere but where I want her.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” She whispers.
I try to say, “You have no idea,” but it sounds more like a moan. For someone who is known as impatient, I think I’ve exhibited a great deal of patience. It’s not my fault I’ve completely used it all up.
“See, here’s the problem.” She withdraws two damp fingers from my heat and drags them up to rub my clit. “I’m afraid if I kiss you, you’re going to explode and then our boy over there won’t learn everything he needs to know about pleasing a woman.”
Damn her.
“The trick,” she looks up at Nicolai, “is to bring her close and then slow her down again. Like a swing going higher and higher each time.”
That’s exactly what she does. She kisses my belly, my thighs, the mound above my clit, while her fingers play between my slick folds, sometimes penetrating, sometimes withdrawing. Damp fingertips fondle the sensitive area around my anus. One slick finger slips inside just as she twists my ring with her teeth.
I gasp and she withdraws.
“Nicolai?” Misty’s voice is soft and breathless.
His response is a grunt.
“Take off my panties.”
I open my eyes. Nicolai is standing beside the bed, parallel to Misty. His hand stills on his cock. He licks his lips.
She turns to him. “Take them off.”
How can such a soft voice sound so commanding?
He obeys, sliding them carefully over her rump and down her thighs. She lifts one knee then the other to pull them off completely.
“Touch me.” She waves her ass back and forth.
I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. His hand rests on the small of her back and slowly, ever-so-slowly, he slides it down to her ass. Stroking, caressing, lower and lower. She doesn’t wait. She lowers her head back to me, kissing with increased pressure just as Nicolai shifts behind her, angling his hand differently.
By the way both of them groan, I guess he’s touching her, maybe penetrating her. The thought strikes me that this is the first time Nicolai has ever touched a woman.
And that woman is not me.
The idea excites me.
Whatever arousal I’ve been holding in check, suddenly comes undone. I collapse on my back and thrust my pelvis toward Misty, groaning and straining toward her luscious wet mouth. Her nails dig into my thighs as she kisses and licks, moaning against my flesh.
I wish I could see what was happening. I wish I could witness Nicolai’s initiation into the world of female flesh, but I can’t, so I let my most powerful instrument of arousal—my imagination—run wild. I picture Nicolai’s long, strong fingers disappearing in and out of her soft, moist cunt. I imagine Misty’s swollen clit, pulsing and rosy between Nicolai’s fingertips. I imagine him tentative at first but soon stroking and rubbing with more authority until his touch is as unrestrained as his erection.
Soft tendrils of Misty’s hair sweep across my abdomen and thighs and I thread my fingers through her hair, directing her, holding her, while I envision the delicious things Nicolai is doing to her.
The bed buckles and I open my eyes. Nicolai has moved behind Misty and is leaning his head down toward her ass. His intense gaze leaves her and finds me. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowers his mouth to her.
Holy shit!
It’s as if he’s kissing me, not her. A powerful surge shoots through me from clit to throat and back again. Misty groans against me, thrusting her tongue deeper while clutching my thighs for dear life.
Suddenly my imagination isn’t enough and though I am right on the verge of shattering, my need to watch is more important. I need to witness Nicolai’s initiation. I must see it for myself.
It takes effort to wriggle out from beneath Misty, but she doesn’t seem to mind because as soon as I’m gone, she flops down and rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs and reaching for Nicolai. “Keep going,” she sighs. “But be gentle.”
He lowers himself between her thighs and takes her clit into his mouth.
What a sight! My Nicolai...kissing pussy. I can’t keep my hands off him, stroking his back and his ass. I reach around from behind and cup his distended balls, giving him a light squeeze.
His body convulses and Misty groans as if my touch has extended to her.
“Oh! Baby...” She’s panting now but there is a slight furrow between her brows. “Keep it gentle.”
How easy it is to forget the man has never done this before and his eagerness has become too much. I give him a nudge to move him over so I can fit between Misty’s legs too. “Like this,” I whisper as I drop my head down to take over.
With the very tip of my tongue, I flick her tender clit. She moans and grinds her ass into the bed. Still using just the tip of my tongue, I make lazy circles with her clit until her panting moans turn to little mews of arousal.
Turning to Nicolai, I say, “Your turn.”
He lowers his face and imitates my movement. Circling her clit. But where I was soft and gentle, his tongue presses a little more firmly.
By the way Misty is convulsing on the bed, I don’t think she minds.
Moving so that I’ve got a knee on either side of her head, I hover at the top of her vee and whisper, “Let’s share.”
Nicolai looks up and before he can say anything, I lean forward and kiss him. His lips have never been so soft or wet. He tastes like a sweet mixture of fruit, salt and Misty.
Delicious.
I break off the kiss and lower my bruised lips to Misty’s mound. Licking, kissing, stroking. Nicolai is right there beside me and our tongues battle for control of Misty’s clit.
She makes a strangled sound and then wraps her hands around my thighs and lifts her head to suckle my cunt.
I cry out. Even though this is what I’d hoped she do, given the position of my pussy right above her face, the unexpected sensation of her mouth on me pushes me over the edge and I arch my back as a devastating orgasm rips through my body. I am vaguely aware of the way her hips lift off the bed, at how close the top of Nicolai’s head is as he devours her. I am fully aware of the way she lays her tongue flat against my cunt, rubbing in time to my pulsing flesh.
When she digs her fingernails into my thighs and nips my clit, only to fall back to the bed with a strangled cry, do I know she’s come undone.
“Holy shit, gentle darling. Gentle.”
I crawl over Misty and move back to beside Nicolai. He obviously doesn’t realize what’s happened because he’s still kissing away as if nothing’s happened.
Pulling gently on his shoulder, I bring him up for air. His lips are swollen and his eyes are wild. “Lie down,” I say.
He looks confused as if he no longer speaks English, so I give him a shove until he’s flat on his back beside Misty who’s got her knees clamped together, a hand between her legs and a concentrated look on her face as she rides out the last pulses of her orgasm.
Though Nicolai’s khakis are undone, he’s still got them on, so I grab the cuffs and pull them off his body and discard them on the floor. It’s the first time I’ve seen him fully nude. It’s quite a picture, his large masculine form beside Misty’s small feminine one.
I have a sudden image of him rolling over on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees and impaling her. Then I watch them fuck.
Beautiful.
“Tess?”
I don’t know why he’s got that questioning look in his eye. Surely he knows what I’m about to do. His cock is huge and erect and still enclosed tightly in his fist. I crawl up between his legs and pry his fingers from his cock.
“Tess?” His voice goes up an octave as if the situation has become more dire.
I don’t answer. Instead I give him a lingering look through lowered lashes while directing his cock to my mouth. Carefully, I pull back his foreskin and, like I did with Misty’s clit, I touch the head of him, dipping my tongue in the bead of moisture leaking out.
“Oh, fuck.”
I squeeze a little more firmly as I circle his head, controlling the movement of his cock, mashing him against my swollen lips.
“Tess,” his voice is ragged. “I’m going to come if you do that.”
“Good,” Misty says from beside me. “It’s about time.”
I look up to find Misty kneeling on the other side of Nicolai. “I’ve never done this,” she says.
“Are you serious?”
She smiles. “Never wanted to...until now.”
Chapter Fifteen
With a sexy little smirk, Misty lowers herself to Nicolai’s cock and takes him deep in her mouth. At least I assume she does, I can’t really see because her hair is draped around them like a veil. But, by the way Nicolai’s hips buck up off the bed, I�
�m pretty certain she’s sucking him as far in as she can.
Lying down within the gap created by Nicolai’s parted legs, I sweep Misty’s hair out of the way. Yep, her lips surround him but there’s just enough lovely erect cock for me to lean in and lick the base of him.
He mutters something in Greek. If I were to guess, I’d say it was something like, “Oh my fucking God.”
Misty withdraws, and sits up, panting. I glance at her and am pleased to see a wicked light glowing in her eyes.
“Let’s share,” I say, gripping Nicolai fiercely.
She maneuvers beside me, forcing Nicolai’s legs even wider. He props himself up on his elbows, his face flushed, his hair damp and wild. I wink at him before moving in for a lick. Misty joins me, her licking the left side of him while I lick the right. We meet at his head, half-sucking cock, half-kissing each other.
No sooner do I marvel at Nicolai’s amazing control, then he draws his knees up and grabs a fistful of hair, moaning. I’ve still got a firm grip on him and can feel the final stiffening just before ejaculation. With one hand I cup his balls, while directing his cock towards Misty’s mouth with the other.
Just as he begins to spurt, she pulls away and I take her place, engulfing his head and sucking the come that rockets out of him.
None of us hear the key in the doorway, none of us have any clue someone else has entered the room.
It’s only once Nicolai’s grip loosens in my hair that I feel a prickle of awareness on the back of my neck.
“What’s going on here?”
My eyes fly open.
Misty’s head whips around.
Nicolai grunts in surprise.
Jane is standing in the doorway wearing an unreadable expression, jingling keys against her hand. Slowly she walks toward the bed, where the three of us are frozen. She grabs Misty’s chin and forces her face up.
“Look at you,” she says, drawing out the last word. “You’ve gone and found yourself a lover.” She glances at Nicolai who is scrambling to get off the bed “Make that two lovers, naughty girl.”
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