Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [79]
Her own pussy surged with the knowledge that he was sucking another girl’s juices from her hand. And though a bit of jealousy could have entered the mix, too, there was none—there was simply the strange sense that bringing another woman into their sex had somehow drawn them closer. She didn’t quite understand how that had happened, but as she peered into Damon’s eyes, she felt it in her bones—and in the hot pulse of her cunt.
She felt it so strongly that she reached across Jenelle, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him hard. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue in his mouth and lost herself in the wetness there, the taste of him mixing with the taste of her, and even of Jenelle—and she followed the instinct suddenly gnawing at her, and said, raggedly, “Lick her. I want to watch you lick her. I want to see you doing that to someone else.”
A low sound left his throat as his eyes went glassy with arousal. As she withdrew her hands from his face, he grabbed her wrists and this time kissed her just as feverishly before saying, “Spread her legs for me.”
Brenna’s pussy surged again, but she managed to break her gaze with Damon and peer back down to Jenelle’s smooth cunt. The thong still rested around her knees, but Damon swiftly pulled the lace down and off.
Every nerve ending sizzled with awareness and anticipation as Brenna gently lowered her palms to the tops of Jenelle’s tan, shapely thighs, listening to her sigh. She glanced up to see Jenelle sensually tweaking her nipples and licking her upper lip as she looked into Brenna’s eyes.
Slowly, Brenna eased her touch inward, each subtle move drawing another tiny gasp of pleasure from Jenelle—until she pushed Jenelle’s legs apart, wider, wider, until the flesh at their crux opened, revealing the pink folds inside.
Brenna’s breasts ached with desire as her own cunt swelled—all from sharing something so strangely intimate with Damon. How was it possible that having another party in their sex made her feel so connected to him? She didn’t know, but when their eyes met overtop Jenelle’s pussy, she could have sworn he felt the same way.
“Lick her now,” Brenna breathed, bewildered by how much she wanted that, needed to see it.
After bestowing another moist kiss on Brenna’s lips, Damon knelt down and stroked his tongue through Jenelle’s open slit. His eyes met Brenna’s as he finished the long, thorough lick that made Jenelle sob, and the whole combination of sensations turned Brenna still crazier with lust. “Again,” she said.
He obeyed, and the tide had turned—suddenly she was no longer the submissive one.
And somehow, by licking Jenelle on Brenna’s command, their eyes meeting the whole time, it felt—inexplicably—almost as if he were doing it to her. She was still a part of it, still intimately involved in the act even without reaping the direct physical pleasure. She loved watching him so closely—closer than she could when he licked her. She loved how wet and open Jenelle’s inner folds appeared each time his tongue ascended them. She loved hearing Jenelle’s moans, watching her pelvis lift to meet his mouth—and knowing she had made it happen, by her whim, her wish, her desire, her command. She’d never felt such sexual power without touching or being touched.
But the more she watched her lover tongue another woman’s cunt, the more she, too, needed physical interaction, friction, pleasure. So she turned her eyes from Damon and resumed her attentions to Jenelle’s breasts. At first, she kissed them some more, licked them, delighting in the way Jenelle’s erect nipple sprung back when she flicked her tongue across it. But soon she returned to the hot joy of simply rubbing her own breasts lightly, playfully across Jenelle’s.
When Jenelle wrapped her arms around Brenna’s neck, splaying her hand over the back of her head and pulling her down into a ravenous kiss, Brenna surrendered completely. To everything. Every sensation. Like before, when she’d been nearing orgasm, she ceased thinking—letting the physical pleasures consume her.
And soon Jenelle was sobbing