Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [77]
Jenelle caressed Brenna’s breasts some more and looked sincerely pleased. “Mmm, I’m glad.”
And Brenna still liked her so very much, thought her so very sweet, even if they lived in entirely different worlds—because, after all, Brenna’s world seemed to be edging closer to Jenelle’s with each passing day. So it seemed only fair to say to her new friend, “Now it’s your turn.”
Jenelle bit her lip, cast a sexy smile, and kissed Brenna one more time.
Of course, Brenna didn’t have the faintest idea how to proceed—she only knew she wanted to bring Jenelle the pleasure she’d come out tonight seeking, and that Damon would help her.
Reaching gingerly up behind Jenelle’s neck, Brenna located a fabric tie and pulled, causing the top of Jenelle’s dress to drop gently to her waist.
“Oh my,” Brenna whispered at the sight of Jenelle’s perfect breasts. Large and round, they possessed no tan lines and stood pertly on their own. Probably enhanced, she figured, but if so, Jenelle had gotten her money’s worth.
Still, it was more curiosity than desire that led her hands upward to gently curve around the outer sides of both breasts. Soft and firm in her palms, the touch sent a fresh new lust careening through Brenna. Whether she really desired another woman or not, she couldn’t say—she thought much of her excitement might be from simply daring to do something so wild or from sensing how much Damon was enjoying it.
A thought that drew her gaze to his.
“Kiss them,” he told her.
And she obeyed, her natural response now being always to please him, whatever it took.
Lifting her head from the black and purple pillows, she gently kissed the tip of Jenelle’s mauve nipple, listened to her new friend’s pretty sigh and Damon’s soft groan, and let the sounds flow all through her. The sensation of the small, hard bead of flesh against her lips sent a fresh current of electricity crackling across her skin.
Be bolder, a little voice inside her said. For Damon. Thrill him. Thrill him more than he thinks you’re even capable of thrilling him.
Biting her lip, Brenna sat upright, curled her hands around Jenelle’s shoulders, and pushed her gently to her back on the bed, reversing their positions. Then she paused, only for a second, struck by how beautiful Jenelle looked lying topless with her hair fanning across the velvet.
Brenna drew in her breath, then dove headlong into being the hot, aggressive creature she wanted to become for her man. On her knees now, her dress still gathered at her hips, her own tits still exposed, she bent toward Jenelle, closing her mouth over the turgid pink peak of the lovely girl’s breast. Satisfaction roared through her when Jenelle gasped, then moaned, deeply. Brenna’s whole body tingled as she began to suck, gently at first, testing the feel of the rigid nipple on the flat of her tongue, the flesh surrounding it filling her mouth.
As she suckled, she let her hand close over Jenelle’s other breast, exploring, massaging. How strange and heady to be with another woman this way, she thought, still pulling on the nipple deep, deep. Jenelle’s breast in her hand was smooth and flawless, like a perfectly round little mountain topped with a hard pearl that grazed Brenna’s palm as she kneaded the flesh around it.
Behind her, Damon watched. She knew because of the low, heated groans that left him, even as his hands molded over her ass, his thumbs stretching inward, inward, toward the center, building in her a whole new sort of desire, something deep and strange and wanton.
And in that moment, she knew she did desire another woman. Yes, this was about pleasing Damon—but even independent of that yearning, the pleasure she took from Jenelle’s body was more than merely peripheral. Jenelle’s breasts were so lovely, creating in her a fever she’d only ever before experienced with a guy. And she wanted more of them somehow, needed to reap more hot pleasure for herself, and so she ceased her sucking, ceased her caresses—and instead shifted slightly upward, to lower her own breasts atop