Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (12 page)

When she took her thumb and index finger and
spread
my lips apart, I reached out my hand in order to
steady
myself against the tiled wall.
She gently slid her index finger and middle finger between my lips before she slid her fingers toward my swollen vaginal opening. She caressed my parts as
she cleaned them and I felt my eyes roll upwards while my mouth parted in shock as well as in pleasure. I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through her soft red hair.

It was a
sensual
moment
that I didn’t want to
end
.
My mind raced with different ways that I could prolong her
touch
.
I wanted to wrap my hands around her large breasts and
squeeze
them the way in which Jake squeezed mine. I had an unusual desire to
dominate
her.

“Are you
sore
?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, it hurts,” I said, “but what you are doing is helping. Thank
you,
you have a very gentle touch.”

Jessica finished rinsing me off
tenderly
before she started the bath water.
She threw in a dash of Epsom salt and a dash of bubble bath. My eyes ran over her arched back and her red hair that fell
forward
to cover her face.
She tilted her head up to
look
at me, and I could see her tits hanging
forward
toward the ground, being pulled by gravity.
Her nipples were puckered like mine.

“How’s the water? Is it too
hot
?” she whispered up at me.

“No, it feels great.” I swallowed. My eyes never left the curves of her breasts. I was fascinated with my growing passion for her.
Where was this coming from? Was I bisexual? Or was I just curious and caught up in this sensual situation?

My desire to
touch
her was so strong that I reached out with my left hand and ran my fingers through her silky hair. I wanted something else from her. I wanted her attention. I
wanted to
feel
her nipples pressed against mine. I wanted to experience her soft skin and body against mine.

I wrapped my fingers into her hair and pulled her up to face me.
She looked at me
,
shocked, but she moved toward me with
ease
.

“I want you to be in the bathtub with me the entire time,” I heard myself say.
I wasn’t sure where that
sudden
bravado came from, but I knew it was me.
It was from something deep inside of me—a part of me that knew that she was my servant, and I was her Mistress.

Jessica nodded and stepped into the tub. My hands remained wrapped in her hair as I brought her closer to me. I leaned in to her neck to smell her.
She smelled delicious; she smelled
sensual
, and she was exactly what I needed after Jake’s rough sex.
I needed to feel
warm
and sensual
, comforted by softness
.
I needed her.

She stood in front of me, nude, with her hands at her side. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me the way I wanted her, until she lifted her head and her eyes caught mine. Desire filled her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. The look in them
alone
made my body quiver. It was clear that she wanted me.

I wasn’t sure what to do with her.
I was curious about her touch, her kiss, her smell, her taste, but I was new
to
the
world of
passion
between two people,
a man and a woman, but
I wasn’t sure what to do next.
What did women do with each other?

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice scared, almost as if she was afraid of me.

“You are, too,” I said with my hand still wrapped in her hair.

I unraveled my fingers from her locks and let my hand slide down to the back of her neck.
I felt her shiver, which was like an electric shock that sent goose bumps down my
whole
body.

“We shouldn’t do anything. If he finds out, he’ll be angry with us,” she said.

“He, who?
Jake?”

She nodded.

“Why would he be upset? Don’t most guys fantasize about two women being together?”

“We didn’t ask permission,” she told me.

“Permission?
Why would we ask permission if we
want
to have a moment together?”

“Because you belong to him.”

“Belong to him? Are you
insane
? I don’t belong to anyone!”

“He took your virginity, Alina. I’m sure he made it clear if he took your
virginity
that you would
belong
to him. He is a very possessive man.”

I did remember when he said something like that during the
throes
of passion.
I looked at her sideways. Then I
brushed off what she said and ran my hand to the side of her neck and up to her face. “I don’t care. I want to
taste
you,” I whispered. “Are you into it?”

“I shouldn’t. He’ll be so ticked at both of us.”

“Fuck him,” I said and laughed. “He should have cleaned me up himself, but obviously, he sent you to do it for a reason.” I asked, “Are you attracted to me?”

“Yes.”

“If not for Jake, would you want me?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” Jessica answered.

I offered her my hand and she took it and then, there was no turning back, for either one of us. I ran my fingers over her pink, full lips and as the water continued to
fill
up the large oval bathtub, I leaned in to kiss her.

Time slowed down. It took an eternity for our lips to
connect
. It was a
moment
of pure electricity. Her lips were
soft
and warm. I parted her mouth with mine and found her soft, flat tongue. My mouth played with hers. I ran the
tip
of my tongue over her teeth, and top of her mouth.

“You’re so sweet, Jessica, so lovely,” I said. Kissing a girl was so…
soft.

I wanted more of her.
I wanted to
press
my naked body against hers. Instead, while our mouths stayed connected, we began to
move
down into the water. I sat down on my butt and
spread
my legs. She kneeled down and rested her body between my open legs. Her full breasts were pushed up under
my smaller ones. I could feel her erect nipples poking against my skin.

My fingers tangled into her hair while her hand slid up the side of my face and caressed my wet hair. The combination of lavender bubbles and her perfume were dancing around my senses.
Her mouth tasted minty fresh
,
her hair smelled like daffodils, and the room had the
sweet
aroma of the
bathwater
steam
mixed with our pheromones.

Her mouth moved from my mouth and began to kiss down my neck. Her slow movements and tender touches were exactly what I needed. Her lips and tongue trailed down to my left nipple. She took my complete areola into her mouth as she moaned against my tightening knob. I could feel it rapidly growing in the warmth of her mouth.

If it was even possible, I could feel my love nest getting wet,
separate
from the bath water. An
odd
compelling need washed over me. I placed my hands on the top of her head and gently pushed her further down. Her lips left
a burning
trail
down
my flat stomach.

I used my foot and turned off the water. It had filled the tub two inches above my pussy. I continued to push her head down until she was submerged underwater between my legs. She knew what to do.

Her mouth started out with
open
kisses around my quivering clam. I lifted one leg and threw it over the side of the bathtub. I wanted my entire sexual area available to her mouth. I felt the vibration of her moans against my clit.

After
fifteen
seconds, I released her head, and she came up for air.
My
wicked
mind
became a dominating beast. I wanted her to better her efforts after each breath of air that I gave her.

“Take a deep breath,
sweetheart
, because each
time
, you will be under the water longer. I want you to
ravage
my sore pussy to the
point
that you make me cum.”

“As you wish, Alina.
We should be fast, though, because Jake—”

I pushed her head back underwater. I didn’t want to hear about Jake and how he thought I belonged to him. I wanted her to
make
me shudder out of control. I wanted her mouth to
take
me to another level.

Her tongue began to
flick
and
circle
my clit relentlessly. As she began losing air, she sucked on my clitoris as if it were an oxygen tank. I released her head and she came up out of the water, inhaling an intense amount of air.

“You’re a good girl,” I told her.

She smiled and happily went down to
lick
me again. I pulled her up and whispered in her ear, “Sit on my face. I want to eat you.”

I didn’t know what to do, but I knew what I liked, so I thought I would
start
there. She put her knees on either side of my head and rested her pussy in front of my face. Then she dunked her head back underwater and started her mouth tennis with my clit again.

While she heightened my arousal, I decided to look at the
anatomy
of her drenched kitty. I used my fingers to gently pull apart her sex hole. It was
tight
like mine with an
ooze
of juices that mixed with the water from the tub. I slid my middle finger inside of her and felt her tight walls
grip
my finger.

Her head came up for air as she released a gratifying moan. “Alina, that feels amazing. Keep probing me with your finger,” she whispered. Then without warning, she dived back under water to
play
with me more.

I was ready to
taste
her. I stuck out my flattened
tongue
and ran it from the top of her clit to her luscious
hole
. She tasted sweet, yet bland. What intrigued me the most was the flinch of her
pussy.
I
spread
her lips apart and opened my mouth to suck on her rose bud. While I had her in my mouth, I flicked at her clitoris, back and forth in a steady rhythm. Her pussy responded with spasms of pleasure and sexual response to my stimulation.

I could hear her
come
up for air,
moan
, take a deep breath, and then go back underwater. Once I found my
rhythm
with her love nest, I was able to open my mind to the intense
pleasure
she was giving me. It was hard to keep my energy on her when she made me feel
spectacular
, but I was able to multitask.

Then beneath the water, I could feel my pelvis area
tighten
and an orgasm that lingered on the edge of my pleasured horizon.
Just
before I released a
flood
of spasms
,
I felt her fingers dig into my legs and her body begin to convulse.
What shocked me was the
squirt
of cum from her pleasure clam. She squirted her juices in my face and on my forehead. I was in awe.

Once the roar of our orgasms had stopped, she turned around and lay on top of me. Her body was
soft
and sensual. She planted little kisses over my breasts, neck and
mouth
. Her vaginal lips pressed against mine. They kissed while our mouths kissed. I enjoyed the touch and feel of her against me, but at that moment, I realized that I missed Jake and his
hard
, muscular body and manhandling ways. This, with Jessica, was passionate, yet tender and delicate. We gave equally. We took equally. Before Jessica, I had never even thought about the pleasures of a woman’s body, and yet here
I was, tasting
myself on her lips. I wondered what Jake would think about our girl-on-girl sex. I began to miss him, long for him.