Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (8 page)

She steps back, her gaze full of lust and heated promise. “I’m so hungry.”

“What are you hungry for?” I whisper, my lips quivering.

Her finger traces the slit of my pussy. “You.”

I gasp. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive to her touch. Again, no man has ever made me feel this kind of energy, this kind of want.

“Open your mouth.”

I lick my lips, then slowly open my mouth. She rubs the juicy flesh of a mango slice across my lips. I flick my tongue out to taste it, and she pulls back teasing me. She slides it over my nipples, then brings it back up to my lips. She slides her fingers and the fruit into my mouth. I curl my tongue, licking and swirling it around and around the fruit, pretending it’s her clit. Wishing it was her clit. Sensual heat ripples through me at the thought of having her pussy pressed against my lips, my own greedy tongue eager to tease and taste her. I suck in the mango, then chew, savoring its sweet, sticky juice.

Kara presses her lips to mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her hand covers my pussy. In seconds, two fingers plunge into thick wetness to find the swell of my spot. I gasp, breathless.

“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod,” is all I mutter as pleasure ignites every fiber of my body and places me on the edge of ecstasy. Kara pushes her three fingers into me until they can’t go any deeper. The rhythm of her probing fingers coaxing me toward climax. “Oh please…mmmph…ooh…”

“ ‘Oh please’, what? What do you want, Ava?”

“Uhh…your tongue.”

“Where?” She nips at the lobe of my ear. The heat from her breath causes my cunt to clench. A wave of carnal need slams me, hard.

“Uhh…mmmm…”

“Tell me where, Ava. Where do you want my tongue?”

“On my pussy, my clit. Uhhh…”

She kisses her way down to my taut nipple, drawing it into her mouth, sucking and licking it until I am panting. I roll my hips, meeting her hand, clenching the fingers fucking me good. A river of pleasure flows out of my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, Ava,” Kara says, gazing into my eyes before lowering her head between my thighs to tongue my clit and suck it into her mouth. I surprise myself, screaming out her name as my orgasm rushes out onto her tongue. She keeps her mouth covering my slit, sucking and lapping out the rest of my climax. Finally, she lifts her head and kisses me, letting me taste my own sweet need.

Oh, God! My whole body aches with want, with desire. I don’t know how much more of this tongue and finger dance I can take.

“We’re not done,” she murmurs between kisses. “We have a whole bowl of fruit to be eaten. And I will not stop until we have devoured every piece.”

Next she feeds me a strawberry. I bite into it, savoring its tart juice. She pulls it away. Slides the half-bitten piece of wet fruit along my collarbone, the center of my chest, then over my nipples. I can already feel another patch of slick moisture between my legs as my body tingles with excitement. My areolas thicken with want—for her tongue, her mouth, to suckle, to nibble, to lick. I am drowning in the sensation, flooding in aching need.

I reach for her, try to push her head down between my legs…

“Lick my pussy,” I beg. I am more desperate than ever for release. I lift my hips off the counter. “Mmm…eat my pussy.”

Karalyn grins. “Not yet.” She reaches for the bottle and slowly begins to pour champagne down my collarbone, over my breasts, dribbling the cold bubbly over my hard nipples.

I gasp at the cold sensation, then moan when her warm mouth wraps around my right nipple, then my left. Her wet tongue
slides over my skin, licking and lapping up every drop of champagne from my skin. Then she reaches for a pineapple, squeezes it in her hand and drips its juice over my lips, then my nipples, before gliding it over my clit.

I moan again as she thrusts two fingers between my pussy lips and ducks her head in between my thighs to suck my clit. Her fingers focus on tickling my G-spot, and her tongue laves my clit, swirling over it this way and that until my body convulses and my pussy spasms around her probing fingers, clutching and pulling them in deeper.

“Oooh, oooh, ooooh…mmmm…oh yes…”

“Cream on my fingers for me, Ava, baby…give me all that sweet pussy juice…”

Her fingers are hitting my spot, opening the floodgates. I arch my back and scream as a wave of orgasms gush out of me. My pussy melts around her hand. Karalyn quickly removes her fingers, then opens her mouth and catches my spurting juices. I buck my hips as her lips wrap around the mouth of my pussy and she sucks what’s left out. I am spent.

No man has ever…my breath gets caught in the back of my throat. My mind is swirling. I can’t let this woman turn me out. But I am afraid it may be too late.

I eye Karalyn lustfully as she waves her cum-slick fingertips beneath her nose and savors the heated scent of my cunt. She grins, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, I love the way your pussy smells. And”—she sucks the tip of each of her fingers—“I love the way you taste more, like sweet, ripe fruit. Close your eyes.”

I lean my head back and shut my eyes, trusting her in a way that I’ve never trusted another. I shiver as she glides something cool and wet and sweet over my lips. She tells me to lick my lips. It’s another pineapple wedge. She glides the juicy fruit over my
breasts, circling each nipple with it until they harden. I moan as she slides the piece of fruit down my stomach, then dips it into my navel. She swirls it over my clit, then brings it up to my lips. She pushes the fruit into my mouth. I chew and moan as her tongue twirls around each nipple.

I open my eyes as she’s reaching into the bowl and retrieving a sliced peach. She repeats her journey from my lips to my nipples, along my stomach, into my navel and then…my pussy. I gasp as she slides the peach into my dripping slit. It’s coolness causing my insides to shudder. Next, she reaches for another pineapple chunk, again staying the course along my body, gliding it over my clit. Its sweet juices cascading down into the crack of my ass. She slides her tongue into the center of my ass cheeks, then laps around my puckering hole before pushing the pineapple in.

I gasp.

My skin gooses pimples as my pussy goes up in flames.

“Hold it in, Ava.” She lightly presses her wet fingertip against my anus as her mouth covers my cunt. She licks and licks and licks, her tongue rolling over and around my clit. My ass stuffed with pineapple. My fingers find their way into her hair, entangling themselves around strands of her hair. I thrust against her tongue as she sucks the peach into her mouth. Then her tongue laps around my asshole, urging out the pineapple wedge. She sucks it into her mouth. She lifts her head, chewing the fruit, then leans up and kisses me. Savoring the sweet and tangy mixture of fruit and my pussy and my ass, their juices intermingled, I groan in ecstasy.

“You taste so delicious, Ava.” Her lips are on mine, again. She is squeezing strawberries into her hand, mashing them up against my pussy and clit.

I am moaning.

Her head is back between my legs. Her lips and tongue devouring my clit and slit.

“Oooh, Kara…mmmmm…you make my pussy feel so good. Oh, God, yessss…”

Her fingers find my spot.

My thighs quiver and shake.

“Uhhh, oooooh…mmmmm…ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”

I come in crashing waves against her tongue, against her fingers. My whole body trembles. My pussy convulses as Karalyn eats me, licks me, teases me, devours me…sucking my pussy and clit in loud, juicy slurps.

I toss my head back, savoring the moment.

No, I am not a lesbian.

No, I am not a lesbian.

I repeat this over in my head. Try to convince myself. Clouded by moans and groans and loud slurping sounds.

Oooh, she eats my pussy so fucking…good!

Oh, God
…
sweetJeezus
…
her tongue feels delicious!

I arch my pussy up toward Karalyn’s mouth. Grip the edges of the countertop. “Oh, yesssss…eat my pussy…mmmm…”

My gasps become louder.

“Whose pussy is this?” Karalyn wants to know. Her fingers inching their way into my sticky ass. Her tongue flicks back over my clit. “Is this my juicy fruit, huh?”

I wind my hips, whimpering. “Eat my pussy. Oooh, pleeeeease.”

“Tell me whose juicy fruit this is?” She finger-fucks my asshole, sliding another peach inside my pussy. I am losing my mind. No, Karalyn is driving me out of my mind. “You like that?”

“Yesssssssss!” I scream, feeling another orgasm pooling its way out of my cum-and-fruit-soaked cunt.

“Whose juicy fruit is this?”

“Yours! Oh, God, yessssss…It’s all yours…uhhhh, oooooooh…”

“Good girl,” Karalyn says. Her tongue slips into my mouth. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and I can taste the juices of the fruit and my pussy. We share a long, heated kiss filled with burning passion and desire. She pulls away and stares at me. A smile stretches across her face. “One of these days, I’ma fuck you real good, Ava.” I blink. “But for now, I’ma eat the rest of this sweet, juicy pussy.” Her head ducks back between my legs. Her hot breath tickles my clit as she slips a strawberry into my slippery slit. “Now come all over my tongue.”

Her mouth covers me. I feel the hot, slick wetness of her tongue as it slides across my pussy. I hear her slurping the juices that dribble out of me, fruit juice, cunt juice. Her tongue darts inside of me fishing and probing out the piece of fruit until she has it in her mouth. She lifts up, chews it, then leans in and kisses me, sending me over the edge all over again. I whimper and moan, my cunt contracting around Karalyn’s fingers.

She reaches for two strawberries, crushes them into her hand, then feeds them into my pussy, slowly…purposefully. She pushes two fingers into me, churning pussy juice and strawberries with twisting fingers. She slides more crushed strawberries into my already juicy cunt.

“Mmmmm, this pussy is so wet…I wanna get lost in this pussy.”

I let out a moan.

She sucks my clit between her soft lips as she finger-fucks me, taking me to a place of ecstasy beyond my wildest imagination. I grip her head between my thighs and scream.

Breathlessly, she’s hovering back over me, offering me her fruit-stained mouth. I slip my tongue into her mouth, greedily sucking on it as if it were a dick. “I’m going to come…” I gasp against her lips. And in a rush, I come over and over.

No, I am not a lesbian. Yet, I am loving the way Karalyn handles my pussy. Oh, God…mmmmph…hands down, thus far, my best orgasms have been with her. And I can’t wait to see what it’s like to be fucked by her.

She leans over me, her eyes delving into mine. Her pillow-soft lips settle over mine, pressing lightly. The tip of her tongue flicks, but when I part my lips to welcome her kiss, she pulls back, cupping my cheek.

Silence.

Intense staring.

Telepathically, she knows. She sees it through the windows of my soul. Forbidden desire has become a burning need.
She
has become my yearning, my guilty pleasure.

No, I am not a lesbian.

Oh, God! But…

“I’m still famished,” she finally says, slipping her hand between my thighs and licking her shiny, silken lips.

I spread my legs wider, push Karalyn back down between my thighs, arching my back and pushing my cunt into her mouth—welcoming her back to her feast.

My sweet, juicy fruit.

Our pussies are wet with cum. The sweet, muskiness of hot, sweaty fucking clings to the air around us, thick and intoxicating, as Celeste—my most recent sexual conquest—rubs her golden-brown pussy between my smooth, chocolate-brown thighs. Clit-to-clit, hips bucking, we’re grinding to a hot, nasty beat filled with low moans and grunts. Our sweat-slick bodies have become one, our cunts dissolving into a steamy river of passion as we buck against the tides of orgasm. Our rhythm and breathing quicken as we near euphoria.

I whisper into her ear. “Oh, God, yessssss…cum for me…”

Mentally, I had been fucking her all morning. From the moment my loving husband walked out the front door of our sprawling Tudor estate at four
A.M
.—with his Balenciaga briefcase in one hand, and Tiaga leather Louis Vuitton carry-on in his other—and sped off in his 750Li heading en route to the airport for a business meeting in Los Angeles, I began spinning the web of seduction. Text messages filled with the promise of dipping my tongue into her pussy, followed by probing fingers plunging into her tight asshole. Celeste loves ass play. Loves her asshole stuffed with fingers and toys. She’s my kinky, little sex freak.

My secret pleasure.

And, yes, I am living a double-life. One I’ve carefully kept hidden from Aaron—my very wealthy, attorney-husband whom I’ve been happily married to for the last ten years.

Am I living a lie?

No. I’m living my truth. I love my husband. He is my everything. I love all that he represents—the epitome of success. I love his strength and masculinity, his devilishly handsome looks, and his deliciously thick, black dick. And I love the way he makes my body feel when he makes love to me. But, I love pussy, too. I love the femininity of what a woman represents. The curve of her hips, the endless slope of her ass, the dark nipples that swell and harden like chocolate Kisses when aroused. I love the way her cunt warms and wets when excited. Love its sweet, musky scent. Love the way it melts in my mouth and all over my tongue and fingers. Love the way my tongue rolls over her clit and swells as she arches her back and explodes into my mouth.