1. The Last Flight Chapter 29


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    took it from her with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and shuddered gently, tensing slightly as I drew it into my mouth. It had a taste I could compare with nothing I had ever known. Vaguely metallic and so very slightly salty but with a taste and texture that was beyond compare. I touched her with my finger tip, parting those sweet petals and, running it carefully down her groove, parting them to reveal her perfectly pink opening, shining with moisture. Holding her open I leaned forwards and once again kissed her entrance, the creamy liquid coating my lips. Once again, she gasped with pleasure and began to moan quietly. Her hips shifting slightly, tilting upwards against my curious tongue. I pressed against her, tasting her nectar and her hot scent of desire filled my nostrils, intoxicating me, taking me to a place I had never been and never wanted to leave. As my tongue lapped loving around her pretty rose, my thumb stroked upwards and over her clitoris, teasing it and caressing it, causing it to expand even further from its soft sheath. Jemima's breaths were quickening, panting and rasping. She began making little noises, mewing like a small kitten calling for its mother. Even her hands were active now, arms stiff against the blankets and fingers digging into the warm coverlet, gripping then releasing. “Oh Lord, Karen...” she whispered, her voice hissing through dry lips, “I never... I never...” She didn't finish the sentence, gasping again and groaning under the gentle ...
    movements of my tongue and thumb, both stroking her tenderly as though she might break. I allowed my tongue to explore, cautiously pressing into her hot opening which, now, had widened as though a portal to welcome me into her deepest secret. I extended it carefully, pushing through and inside, tasting the increasing moisture coating my tongue and lips. I kissed her there, as I would kiss her mouth, with all the love I had, flowing through my tongue and deep into her. I sucked and probed, stroking upwards and rotating her now incredibly sensitive nub. Suddenly, her hand grabbed my hair, pushing my head down and, at the same time, her hips rose, forcing my lips to press harder against her and my tongue to delve even deeper and she gripped me, crying out and flooding my mouth and chin with her sticky, sweet outpouring, her back arching and raising slightly. For a moment she remained rigid, her muscles contracted as tight as a board. From the sound she was making I could tell her teeth were clamped tightly until, with a loud rasping cry of expelled breath, she sank back onto the covers and lay still. I kissed her upon her mound and softly stroked her flesh with my finger tips and then moved slowly up and took her in my arms, holding her tightly as though restraining her, protecting her from goodness knows what. Neither of us spoke. Jemima curled up into a ball and I moulded my body around her back, fitting into her as though we were a pair, made to fit exactly together, my knees ...
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