Bath time equaled exploration time. Monica's hand outlined my body, slowly kneading every inch until what was once relaxing turned arousing. Her fingers traced around my navel, dipping it in for a second before trailing lower. Her index gently moved across my clitoris, bringing on a wave of lust as I arched towards her finger, wanting more. She played around with it, teasing my pleasure portal until I was nothing but a bunch of nerves alight with need. My hands involuntarily flew up behind me, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her down to me, wanting nothing more than to kiss her.
I tilted my head back to create room for her to come close and wasted no time claiming her mouth. Her silky soft lips moved harshly against my own, falling into the kiss with the fervor of a starving dog. Our tongues were locked in a heated duel, each one of us seeking dominance and neither one of us getting it. She took her chance, sliding her two middle greedy fingers inside my hot, wet, tight core. Driven mad by desire, I wasted no time either, bucking against her fingers. She responded with the same energy, adding another finger and stroking my walls until I buckled as pleasure shot through me. She had found my sweet spot. She renewed her efforts, stroking my love button until I was screaming incoherently. She did not relent even as the pleasure built until I exploded like fireworks against a dark skyline.
Her finger did not ease as my body spasmed from my orgasm. She only eased in pressure but not in speed. I did not get a chance to catch my breath as another orgasm rocked through my body, taking my breath away and incapacitating all attempts at reasoning. I held onto her neck for dear life as my toes and fingers curled from pleasure. My extremely sensitive love cave needed no urging as a third orgasm exploded from her unrelenting assault. She finally eased up, taking out her finger as my walls contracted and relaxed in a wave of intense pleasure. It took me a couple of minutes to regain my wits, and by then Monica was turning on the shower head to rinse us off.
Every step I took towards the bed had aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my body as my vagina throbbed in memory of her fingers. I did not give her time to towel herself dry and instead stopped her in her tracks, angled my body low enough to throw her over my shoulder, and then dropped her onto the bed like a hot potato. She quickly regained her balance, but I was already on top of her, pushing her back down. I did not waste time kissing her or easing her into it. Monica had never been a fan of taking things slow or easy, and that's just how I liked it. I used her legs to pull her to me, bending them all the way so that her thighs rested on my shoulders before going down on her. She smelled like roses with a hint of cocoa butter mixed with her unique personal scent that drove me over the edge. I fell into her love mound, licking around her lips enough to have her wriggling around in an attempt to bring my mouth to her. I pulled back, stilling her hips with my hands and holding them in place with a punishing grip.
" You know the rules, Monica, no moving unless I say so, or should we use ropes?"
" No, Mistress," she said, her eyes lowering a gesture of submission that sent a shot of lust through my brain.
"What is our safe word ?" I asked her. She took a glance at me before lowering her eyes again.
"Slytherin, Mistress."
"Good, use it if it gets too much to bear, but I know you can bear it. If you move anything but your head, I will stop completely. If you don't think you can stand it, tell me before we start. Can you do it?"
"Yes, mistress," she said, her voice small but strong.
I went back down, teasing her some more before moving to her lips. I felt her entire body tense as my tongue prodded her entrance, licking her in slow circles. Her muscles did not ease as I lapped at her clitoris. I alternated between greedily lapping and suckling until I felt her trembling. She had been a good girl so far, not making any movement save from throwing her head around in sexual abandon. It took everything in her not to move, and I was almost impressed watching her eyes roll back as she clenched every inch of her being as an orgasm washed over her. Her orgasm always contorted her face into something so deeply animalistic my own body hummed in content knowing I had brought her such pleasure. Her whole body was visibly relaxing as her orgasm slowly subsided. I took that as a sign to go back in. I spread her lips, dipping my tongue, and I felt her open up to me, adding to the already blazing need.
Her body was now shaking uncontrollably. The effort required to keep still demanded more restraint than she had ever shown. Our previous session featured handcuffs and leather and silk ties that I used to hold her in place. I fucked her with my tongue, grateful as usual, to genetics for my unusually long tongue. Her shakes grew more intense as her second and third orgasms followed each other closely. I looked up to find tears streaking down her face. She was oblivious to their presence, her eyeballs so far back that only white was visible.
I gave her time, stroking the middle of her back, a move that never failed to rekindle her flames. When the shakes subsided, I moved on top of her so we were lying face to face. I wiped the tears from her face, startling her eyes open. She swiped her fingers across her face, inspecting the liquid as if not quite believing she had cried.
" You can move, but you can't touch me," I said and did not give her time to respond as I put three fingers in her. She jumped back in surprise, and a second later, I found her G-spot. I had explored Monica's body enough to know every inch of her body and all the buttons I could use to make her putty in my hands. She bucked against my fingers and began grinding against them as I played around with her sweet spot. I did not relent my ministrations, neither when she squirted nor when she begged me to stop. As long as she did not use our safe word, she could take some more. We made love all night long, her moans and screams filling the air. When we finally fell asleep, it was the best sleep I had had in a long time.
My phone, which I had failed to get rid of like Monica instructed, rang with a familiar tone. There was only one contact saved with the slumber party chorus. Monica stirred but remained asleep. Ashiniko was not one of the threats that had her jumping out of bed in seconds. Clara's smiling face was illuminated on my screen, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
"Girl, where the hell are you? Your house looks like it has been shot up. Are you okay? Is this your ghost?"
It was Thursday, six days since we last met, and my life had been upheaved in major ways; it felt like years had passed. I dropped everything at the time, only informing my close family members. I had refrained from telling Clara because I was certain that she would have tried following me and would have refused my rejection if I had tried to make her stay.
Guess where I am I shot into the phone, my unnecessarily loud voice, and then, without missing a beat, told her everything that had happened to me since we last met. My story had her in stitches so much so that by the time we handed up three hours later, she was in stitches. To be honest, if there was anyone listening, they would have had more information than bargained for. I couldn't keep a secret from Clara, and honestly speaking, I did not want to.