Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... water herself for a little longer. She'd just had some fluids, I reasoned.

She did keep licking at my opening, and the valley of me that led up from it, as I brought the glass to my lips. It was tricky. A two handed task. I hadn't realized how shakey she'd got me until I'd almost given her a literal cold shower.

"So should I—" Davin took the glass back from me. Which was a good thing, because Heather chose that moment to finally—after so many long minutes of teasing disguised as thorough cleaning—flick her way up to my clit. I barely handed off the water in time.

"You can, uh— Give me just a minute. Oh, wow."

Davin smirked. "Just a minute?"

"Might not take that long," I assured both him and Heather.

I wasn't lying. Heather may not have gone down on a girl before, but she knew what she liked, and apparently I liked it too. Or maybe I was just so pent up that anything would have done the trick. It didn't matter. What mattered was the way she fluttered her tongue along my clit, rolling the warm waves of pleasure up and down and up again, a little stronger each time.

I moaned, loud so she could hear me under her mess of hair. I knew Davin was watching, cock in his hand. But I didn't care. I was happy to be his porn if this was the kind of scene I got to shoot.

"Mmmh." I tangled my fingers in Heather's curls. Not tight, this time. Massaging. Caressing. Letting her know how much I loved— what she was doing. "Oh god, Heather. Don't stop," I sighed.

Of ...

... course the fucking bitch couldn't resist that opportunity! The pleasure stopped. I whimpered in frustration, missing Heather's tongue and internally kicking myself for putting her up to it.

She said something. It was too muffled by my thighs and her hair to understand. But I could feel the breath of it tickle my clit. She was still right there!

She reached up and brushed her curls to one side. My modesty blanket was gone, but I didn't care. I could see her now, she was a button nose length from my pussy and it took everything I had not to yell at her to just get back to work.

She spoke again, intelligible this time. "Get the lube, Davin."

In my peripheral vision, the vague shape that was Davin gave a start. "Sure. Uh, did you bring some, or?"

"It's in my purse," I said quietly. I was aware this only feed the anal slut narrative Heather had spun for Davin. But I wasn't going to fight it. Not while my orgasm, though fading away back down the path it had been riding in on, was still only a few flicks of Heather's tongue away.

Davin stumbled off to go rummaging in my purse. I looked down at Heather. Two green eyes looked back at me from the sea of curls. They feigned innocence.

"You're really good at that," I said.

They blinked at me.

"C'mon, please? I'm literally begging!"

"Oh, are you close?" Heather stuck out her tongue and enfolded my clit, soft but forming. She licked me once. It felt like my entire nervous system was being pulled along with ...