What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [88]
As she took a seat, though, her stomach lurched. This was getting serious. This was going to that place she hadn’t been sure she wanted to go. But she was here, and her cunt pulsated madly, so she simply chose to forget her worries and go with the moment.
Situating herself at the pool’s rim and lowering her feet in the water, she parted her legs and let Chrissy step between them—then released a hot sigh as Chrissy smoothed her hands up Jenna’s open thighs. First Chrissy was gazing up at her, but then her eyes dropped to Jenna’s leopard-print-covered crotch, so that when Chrissy whispered, “So pretty,” Jenna wasn’t sure if the compliment was for her or the mound between her legs.
When Chrissy reached for Jenna’s bikini bottoms, Jenna drew her knees up, then planted her hands on the ground behind her and lifted her ass, letting Chrissy pull them down. She’d felt naked before, but this completed it. She’d never felt bolder than when she parted her legs again, this time putting her freshly shaven cunt on display.
As her girlfriend let out a low sound of lust, Jenna glanced down to see her pink folds glistening beneath the sun. That’s when Chrissy molded her palms to the muscles stretching from the tops of Jenna’s inner thighs and leaned in to lick her most intimate flesh. The pleasure burst through her like fireworks and a hot cry left her, unplanned. All she could do after that was bite her lower lip and watch.
She watched as Chrissy licked her pussy again, again, each time forcing a moan from Jenna’s throat.
She watched as Chrissy sank her whole mouth over the pulsing pink creases in a sensual, openmouthed kiss that made Jenna instinctually part her legs wider, the small of her back arching involuntarily.
She watched as Chrissy thrust two fingers inside her as she laved and kissed and teased Jenna’s clit with her mouth, leaving her to sink into a state of pure abandon. She leaned back on her elbows, still watching between her spread thighs and soon kneading her own breasts, needing sensation everywhere.
Oh God. The naughty sensations pumped through her like a whole new kind of blood in her veins. She felt so dirty—dirty good—knowing Brent watched her, imagining how long and rock-hard his cock was right now. She thrust lightly at Chrissy’s eager mouth, the pleasure deepening, thickening, slowly becoming the biggest part of her. She took in the blue of the sky, the scent of coconut lotion, the slick moisture of her pliable breasts against her palms. She felt the grandeur of pleasure, pure physical pleasure, without attachment or commitment, just like Shannon and Kevin wanted for her, just like Brent wanted, too. And then she exploded into a hot orgasm that flowed up through her body like a volcanic eruption, covering her thoughts and senses so that all she knew was the buffeting, pounding release that washed away everything else.
Until she was coming back down, the upsurge receding—and even before the final pulses ebbed, she wondered, What next? Do I have to return the favor? Do I want to?
And then, like once before, Natasha saved her. The sound of a splash drew Jenna’s eyes to where the topless woman had just entered the Grotto from the other side and now moved across the shallow pool, coming up to smoothly, confidently embrace Chrissy from behind. Her hands closed sensually over Chrissy’s breasts, eliciting a fevered gasp from her the very moment she lifted her head from Jenna’s crotch.
Almost immediately, Chrissy responded further, letting her head drop back in pleasure as she covered Natasha’s palms with her own. Soon, though, Natasha’s hands dropped, both of them grazing down Chrissy’s slender stomach and into her pink bikini bottoms under the clear water. A low sob echoed from Chrissy’s throat as the two women began to move together, Chrissy writhing against Natasha’s touches, Natasha rubbing her shapely body against Chrissy from behind.
Weirdly, Jenna almost suffered a pang of jealousy—had Chrissy forgotten her that quickly? But then, as if reading her thoughts, Chrissy looked