Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [78]
Jenelle’s impassioned sigh filled their lavish compartment, soon to be joined by Brenna’s. So much softness—hers, melding with Jenelle’s. But punctuated by tiny bits of hardness—their nipples, raking over each other, creating tiny pinpricks of sensation that shot straight to Brenna’s pussy.
Behind her, Damon rained kisses across her ass, and the tumult of sensation from both sides made her crazed with lust. They moved together, her hot friction with Jenelle in front setting the rhythm with which she arched her ass toward Damon in back, Brenna losing herself in it all…until Damon reached around them both, gently stroking both women’s breasts, and whispering in Brenna’s ear, “Take off her panties.”
Brenna’s stomach contracted. It was one thing to have her own pussy pleasured by both of them, but another entirely to bring Jenelle’s into the fray.
Still, she didn’t hesitate. The passion was too powerful, driving her forward, along with Damon’s desire. What Damon wanted, she would give him. She’d never meant to turn into some sort of submissive—but the longing to please him was simply too great to want to fight. It had become a part of their sex, a part of what they shared.
Drawing his palms back to Brenna’s bare hips, Damon gently eased her off of Jenelle, imposing his will even as she submitted to it, eager to let him guide her.
Just as he and Jenelle had hovered over Brenna’s body a little while ago, now he and Brenna hovered over Jenelle’s. Slowly, Damon slid his hands up Jenelle’s outer thighs, leisurely raising her animal print dress. Jenelle watched just as intently as Brenna, unabashedly massaging her own breasts now that Brenna was gone.
Beneath the hem, they found a thong of black lace that curved beneath Jenelle’s pierced navel and a tattoo of a red heart turned on its side. Just like Jenelle’s breasts, Brenna thought this part of her appeared perfect, too—so much that it was hard not to be envious, especially with Damon spying it, as well. And for a split second it made her self-conscious, worrisome, as if she could never measure up to a girl so model-perfect with her dance-toned body—until Damon’s gaze rose to hers. “Take them off for me,” he said.
And then it hit her. He didn’t care. Or maybe he didn’t see. But either way, it was still Brenna he desired. If he only wanted to get to Jenelle, he could have taken her thong off himself. Yet he wanted Brenna to do it. He wanted to keep guiding her through the intense sexual education he’d been giving her this week. This was still about her.
Swallowing back her nervousness and hoping Damon didn’t see it, she reached down to hook her thumbs through the lace at Jenelle’s hips. When Jenelle lifted her ass from the bed, allowing Brenna to pull the panties gently to her knees, her gaze naturally gravitated to Jenelle’s pussy. The sight of which made her suck in her breath, hard—because all of Jenelle’s pubic hair had been removed!
She supposed she’d caught sight of such things before—in a Playboy magazine Wayne had once bought, or when she had accidentally opened spam e-mail containing obscene photos—but it had never occurred to her that any other sort of woman would do that.
And now, as she studied the silky, bare slit between Jenelle’s slender legs, she couldn’t help being both taken aback and…amazed. At how much more on display it seemed—like everything in Sin City—and how much more exciting.
She’d never thought she could have an interest in another woman’s cunt, but suddenly, more curiosity tugged at her—prodding her to reach down and gingerly stroke her middle finger through, making Jenelle moan and leaving her fingertip wet.
Oh God, had she just done that? Just touched a girl’s pussy? Without Damon even asking her to?
She peered across Jenelle’s body at Damon, knowing she must look shocked. But Damon’s gaze was all heat, all hunger. She didn’t even realize she was holding her hand up, fingers separated, the moistened middle one protruding slightly, until Damon closed his warm hand around hers and drew her wet finger