Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (7 page)

I am not a lesbian!

“Oh, yesss…ooooooh, yessssss…”

“C’mon, Ava. Let me get a taste of this pussy. The sooner you give me some, the sooner you can get back to your table. I know you don’t wanna keep lover boy waiting. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy so I can let you get back to him.”

Her fingers ease out of my slickness. She puts them to my lips. I open my mouth. Allow her to slide her fingers in, tasting me on them. She slips her fingers from out of my mouth, then puts them in hers. Sensually, she sucks and licks them, turning me on more.

I have allowed all of my good senses to get drowned in lust. I feel her hands inch their way back to my hips. Feel my panties slip down over my thighs. Trance-like, I step out of them. I know I am not in my right mind. But I don’t give a damn! I am horny!

So fucking horny!

“Eat my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper.

She grins, inching downward, squatting as she pushes my legs apart, spreading them wide. She wastes no time devouring my pussy with her hot, wet mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as she feasts on my sex, sucking the folds of my pussy lips…licking my clit and pulling it in with her teeth…dipping her tongue into my hot, sticky hole.

I am not supposed to be enjoying this…her tongue and mouth all over my pussy, but I am. “Oh, God, yes.”

She pulls her tongue out of me, grabbing my hips. “Turn around. I wanna eat this sweet pussy from the back.” I do as she’s asked. My ass jiggles in her face as she grabs each cheek with her hands and shakes. She slaps it again. Tells me how she loves the way my soft, juicy ass quivers in her hands. “Pull open your ass for me.”

I reach in back of me, and pull open my cheeks. No man has ever eaten me out this way—with skillful precision. Karalyn’s tongue work is breathtakingly superior. Yes, I’ve had my share of some great pussy eaters, but what Karalyn is doing to me with her mouth and tongue could quickly become an addiction.

“Oh yes…mmmmm…eat that pussy, baby…oooooh…” I wind my hips. Bounce my ass up on her tongue. “Get that shit…oooh, yessss…”

Karalyn has my whole body overtaken by lust. She has me saying shit I am sure I will regret saying when it is all said and done. When her lapping tongue goes from my slippery slit to my asshole, I buck my hips and start speaking in tongue. “Ooohfeelso goodooooohfeelsooooogoodoohoohoohooh…getitgetitgetitgetit…”

Panting and moaning, my juices flow out into her mouth like
a roaring river. She gulps and swallows every last drop, then gives my clit a long, lingering kiss, then stands up, leaving my cunt starving for more.

Gasping as she gazes at me, my eyes lock onto hers for several stunned moments as she slowly licks her glistening lips, then kisses me—sharing her tongue and my sticky nectar with me.

As always, I taste delicious.

Five minutes after Karalyn leaves the bathroom, I return to my table where Jarrod is still sitting, glancing at his watch. He looks up at me. “Oh, there you are. I didn’t know if I should dial Nine-One-One or not. I was starting to get…” he frowns, concern etching over his face. “Is everything all right? You look flushed.”

No, I’m not. My pussy is wet and wide open and aching to be fucked.

I place a hand up to my forehead. “Yes, I mean, no.” I fan myself. “I’m a little hot”—
yeah and very bothered
—“that’s all. Let’s say we skip dessert and get out of here.”
So you can finish up what Karalyn started
. “I really like the idea of us making our own dessert.”

He grins, standing up. “The check’s already paid. Let’s go.”

“We need to talk,” Karalyn says, brushing past me the minute I open the door. Her tone is as icy as the weather outside. I’m not surprised to see her. It’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen her. She looks beautiful wrapped in a full-length fur. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me?”

I shut the door behind her, pulling the belt to my robe tighter around my waist. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been busy.”

She whirls around and faces me. Hand on hip. “If you’re going to lie to me, Ava, at least make it a believable one.”

She’s right. Although I haven’t flat-out ignored her emails or text messages, I’ve purposefully avoided talking to her on the phone, in fear that hearing her voice would make it more difficult than it already is to stay away from her. Like hot, melted Godiva chocolate drizzled over Häagen-Dazs ice cream, I’ve come to realize Karalyn’s dangerously addictive. And, after our steamy transgression inside the bathroom stall at Negril’s, she’s a guilty pleasure I’d rather not become hooked on—if I can help it.

Besides, I’ve sort of been casually spending time with Jarrod the last few weekends. Okay, I’m using him. That night after our dinner date, I went back to his place and ravished every inch of his thick, dark chocolate pole. A part of me felt guilty knowing my ravenous desire for him was sparked more out of necessity than actual yearning. Karalyn—her mouth, her tongue, her fingers—caused
that. Caused my pussy to cry out in desperate need to be fucked, deep and long and hard. That night, Jarrod delivered—well, I might add. He fed my pussy passionate strokes of pleasure. And, I’ve slept with him three more times since.

In hopes of forgetting.

Yet, my mind still sweeps through snapshots of Karalyn’s nakedness. The opening of her cunt, pink and glistening, pulled open—ready for my tongue and fingers. I had never eaten pussy, or sucked on a clit, before her, but hers—her sex, was warm and sweet and luscious. The tangy taste was tantalizing. I savored every drop of her, licking and lapping her up. Her clit pulsed in my mouth, slippery with juices. It’s an experience I will never forget.

And no matter how hard I try to block what we shared out, I am still reminded of my own nakedness beneath hers. Our slick clits grinding and sliding against the other’s. The light flutter of her tongue over my nipples, over my skin—trailing down and over my body. The way her soft hands cupped my ass, pulling me into her with need and desire—heated images that keep me wanting more.

Her eyes are on me, but for some reason I can’t bring myself to look at her. I shift my weight from one barefoot to the other, trying to contain the beating butterflies in my stomach.

She unbuttons her coat. Underneath she is wearing a long black sweater dress over black leggings with a pair of black leather riding boots. “Have I done something to offend you?”

I shake my head. “No. Not at all.”

“Then what is it? Are you feeling guilty for allowing yourself to experience and enjoy what we shared?”

I shift my eyes from her knowing gaze.

Her eyes narrow as she slips off her coat. “So now you’re questioning your sexuality, aren’t you?”

“No,” I say, crossing over into the center of the room, keeping a safe distance between us. I can smell her. Her perfume and her pussy—two distinct intoxicating scents. A pulse beats heavy in my throat as I swallow. “I’m not questioning anything. I know who I am. And I know what I like.”

“And what is that, Ava? Who are you?”

Confused
.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

She cocks her head to one side, eyes glistening with amusement. “Who said you were?”

“Well, no one,” I say, indignantly.

She eyes me. “Look. I’m not here to throw myself on you or try to convert you into becoming some card-carrying, flag-flying lesbian. But I know that neither that weekend in the Poconos together nor the mini-tryst we shared in the bathroom stall has whet your curiosity. You want more. And there’s so much more I want to give you.”

“Look, Kara. I really like you. And I’m glad we…you know. Did what we did. But I’m not interested in being in a relationship with a woman.”

She laughs. “And I’m not asking you to be in one. I’m not trying to marry you, hon, so relax. I want to
fuck
you, Ava, frontward, backward, sideways, and in every other way imaginable. I want to push your imagination to its limit. Give you the sexual experiences your curiosity seeks.”

My lashes flicker as I stare at her. Just in those words, she has managed to heat my pussy. My mind travels back to the cabin, then inside the bathroom stall. Flashes of the way her fingers and tongue teased my dripping slit, then slid into my pounding wetness—spreading me. Fucking me—invade my mind. “What we shared was great. And I thank you for the experience. But I can’t—”

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Excuse you?” I stare at her, disbelieving.

“C’mon, Ava. Don’t play coy.” I shiver as she stalks toward me, lust flooding her eyes. “I can smell your wet pussy from here. It misses me, doesn’t it?”

Embarrassment warms my cheeks. I swallow. My throat becomes suddenly dry. My clit throbs. My pussy feels thick with juices. I stand rooted in horny need as she reaches between my bare thighs, moaning as her fingers peel open my swollen petals, then plunge inside my pussy. Somehow, I have suddenly become a slave to her, to the erotic desires she’s unleashed within me. She smirks, satisfaction painted across her lips. “You’re soaking wet like I knew you’d be.”

I close my eyes as she strokes me, two fingers, then three fingers, moving in and out of me. My pussy swallows her fingers as she goes deeper, squeezing them. “Give me that pussy, Ava…come all over my fingers for me…”

I moan.

This woman has me feeling like I am going to lose myself all over her hand in any moment. My breathing changes. I am on the brink of coming. She’s found my spot—again, causing my whole body to vibrate. The juicy entrance to my cunt sucking and clenching around her knuckles until I am creaming; my pussy swallowing more of her hand as I come.

“You want me…?”

Oh, God!

She’s pushing into me, into that hot spot deep inside of me, pleasuring, swimming toward the surface slowly cresting to a wave. I am riding her fingers, riding this feeling…of heat and wet yearning.

I moan. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want…you,” I say, feeling lightheaded as my breath catches in the back of my throat. My climax takes me by surprise, blazing through me like a wildfire as she plucks at my clit, then plunges back into my soaking wet sex. Heat radiating through my cunt, scorching the edges of everything I am with a dark pleasure I never knew existed within me. Kara strums my pussy with her fingers, bringing me to sweet euphoria. Taking me to a whole new place of bliss.

I let out a low deep moan, shuddering and clutching her hand between my thighs.

She withdraws her fingers and brings them up to my lips. I open my mouth and suck her wet fingers like a sex-starved junkie. She brushes her lips against mine. Her tongue slips gently in, then out before she teases my lips with small licks, then bites, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth. Wetness floods over my pussy lips as her heated tongue finds its way back into my mouth. The kiss brief, but intense. I am breathless as she pulls away, lazily drinking me in with her gaze. Then slowly licking her lips.

“The smell of your cunt makes my mouth water. I want to ravage you. Eat you up.” She leans into me, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “I’ll be back for brunch on Sunday.”

It’s a whisper, hot and enticing. It’s message clear. She slips back into her mink, spins on her heels and walks out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of my living room—my body trembling, my pussy still quivering.

What in the world have I gotten myself into?

Three days later, Karalyn whisks through the front door of my two-story home carrying three grocery bags filled with fruit from Wegmans. She had called late last night and said she’d be stopping over today, but hadn’t given a specific time as to when she’d arrive. I assumed it would be later in the day. But here she is.

I shut the door behind her, fastening my robe belt tighter around my waist. “What’s all the fruit for?”

A wicked grin forms on her lips. “Breakfast.” She lightly brushes her lips against my cheek, then sweeps a loose strand of hair that has fallen into my face behind my ear. She traces her finger over my cheek. “God, you’re a fucking beautiful, sexy woman.”

I blush as she walks toward the kitchen, leaving me standing in the center of the room, stunned. I quickly follow behind her. She sets the bags up on the countertop, then removes her mink. I take it and hang it in the hall closet. When I walk back into the kitchen, she’s already made herself at home, moving about my kitchen as if she’s been here many times before. She looks over at me, smiling. “Have you eaten?” I tell her I have. “Then I guess that’s more for me.”

I eye her as she starts slicing fruit. Karalyn looks sexy in her black, one-piece jumper. I try not to stare at her high, round ass as she flits around my kitchen, washing and slicing fruit.

“Have you had your shower, yet?”

I shake my head. “No. I was getting ready to hop in when the doorbell rang.”

“Well, how about you go freshen up. Don’t put on anything; just your robe.”

I eye her curiously. “What exactly are you having for breakfast?”

Karalyn’s full lips curve in a devilish smile. “
You
.”

At that very moment, everything inside of me heats with desire and want and need. I am too weak with lust to turn down the invitation. I go and shower, anticipation coursing through my veins.

•  •  •

My mouth waters and my pussy tightens as Karalyn saunters over toward me carrying a large, white ceramic bowl filled with sliced mango, peaches; huge, mouthwatering strawberries; pineapple wedges; and, huge market-fresh cherries in one hand. And a bottle of Dom Pérignon in her other. Then she goes back to the counter and retrieves two other smaller bowls, then ambles back over to me.

I am propped up on the counter, a towel beneath me, my legs spread wide. I am eager and ready. Karalyn sets the bowl of fruit and champagne down beside me. She grins down at me. “You’re beautiful. I’ve been starving for you all week.”

I attempt to say something, blushing. But the thoughts in my head become jumbled words; incoherent sentences the minute she steps in closer and her mouth is on mine, her tongue searching. She tastes like champagne and chocolate. Sweet and intoxicating.