11 comments/ 37913 views/ 40 favorites Craving Ch. 02 By: between_love_and_lust Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further. I would like to thank everyone who read the first part of this story. Your support and encouragement has meant more to me than I can put into words. Due to the number of requests for a follow-up piece, I put this story together. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first piece. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. Thank you. XxXx ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "The criteria for internal thermal and mechanical equilibrium are well known, they simply require uniformity in temperature and pr..." I jumped when my bedroom door suddenly swung open. She appeared in my doorway and seemed to freeze when she saw me, as though she wasn't expecting to find me in my own room, her hand still on the door knob. Her jaw wrenched to her left as she looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed with what looked like dread. She looked from me to the ground and back again several times. I watched her nervously fuss with the hem on the bottom of her white tank top. "Did you want something?" I asked as I raised my head from my textbook and knitted my own eyebrows as I examined her anxious form. She shifted her weight from her left leg to her right and seemed to be studying the wood panels on the floor. Her toes scrunched against the floor inside her socks. She resembled a child trying to muster the courage to confess breaking something to its parents. When she didn't answer me I sighed and returned to my textbook, still aware of her restless figure in the doorway. I tried not to look up at her when she slowly floated forward enough for her to slide the door closed behind her. She leaned back against the door, I could feel her eyes on me and I shifted slightly with uneasiness. "... criteria for thermal and mechanical equil..." She pushed herself from the door and paused for a moment before slowly walking towards the bed. The muscles in my neck strained as they fought to keep my head from following her advance. Her own eyes followed the progress of her feet, her fingers curled and straightened at her sides. There was something different in her walk, as if she were a new born doe doubting her ability to take the next step. The unexpected look of innocence tugged at something inside me and my hand twitched. She slowed even more when she reached the foot of the bed, now swishing each foot in front of the opposite before taking the next step. She moved to my side, her hands twisting in each other behind her back. She raised her left knee and placed it on the edge of my bed, inches away from my waist. My eyes travelled the distance from her knee, over the edge of her kneecap and the slight dip where it ended, up the smooth golden sand dune of her firm thigh to the crease where her thigh became her hip. I noted that her hot pants were a light blue. She stared at the book standing upright and open on my stomach and gulped. Her breathing was deep and the muscles in her neck seemed to tense with each new breath. The shape of her right thigh sharpened as she placed her weight onto it and lifted herself onto the bed, lifting her left leg from the ground and extending it over my body. Her knee made contact with the bed in the curve my waist and her body centred over me. Her bright-blue cotton clad hips gradually descended onto my pelvis. The round of her pussy pushed into my pelvic bone and my hands immediately quivered. Determined to keep my focus, I clenched my jaw and stared intently at my book as if trying to pull the words off the page with my mind. "... mechanical equilibrium are well known,..." Her thin fingers ran up and down in slow, transfixing lines on her upper thigh. I felt her gaze on me again as I watched her fingers move towards her inner thighs and her fingertips walked the remaining distance to lightly caress the material of my boxers. I felt every hair on my body stand on end, sending sparks shooting through me. No! I told myself. "Renee, what are you doing?" I asked, not trusting myself to look directly into her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips. I scanned the page again to find where I'd left off. "... they simply require uniformity in temperature and pressure..." My fingers gripped my book when she pushed her knees further apart and her mound pressed harder into me. My eyes squeezed shut. I slid my feet up closer to me, bending my knees and forcing her menacing hips forward and away from their perilous position. I rolled my eyes upwards to glare at her without raising my head. There was something in her eyes. A look I had never seen before, insistent and unwavering. It unnerved me and my stomach twinged as I pulled my textbook closer to my face until it obscured her completely. My heart was racing. I was acutely aware of every inch of her that was consuming my senses. My eyes shot open when her fingers made contact with my legs and I was suddenly frozen with both yearning and dread. Her nails scraped harshly over my skin and the book fell flat on my chest as I convulsed underneath her trying to get away from the persecutors banging on the door of my darkness, sinking down onto the mattress and my legs flailing about. My pelvis shot upwards, lifting her body off the bed with them and she gasped loudly at the abrupt thrust against her. I came to my senses just as quickly as she had stripped me of them and I reached across to her hips and shoved her backwards until her nails left me. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelled as the intoxicating feeling of the cool air hugging my now burning skin sent shivers up my spine. Her hands shot towards me and roughly grabbed my wrists and she used all her strength to pin them to the bed above my head. Her eyes were closed, her facial expression almost that of pain as she began to grind her pussy into me in hypnotizing circles. The pressure of her thrusts against me was pulling my underwear firmly against my pulsating nub. Her arms were trembling and her breath escaping in sharp quick bursts of molten lust. I had to get away from her, before I lost the capability to restrain the shadows inside me that would invade and corrupt the unbounded spirit that was writhing against my body. I pulled my arms down the bed until my hands were next to my head. Once I had the necessary leverage I pushed the blonde's body upwards and turned my hips sideways, pulling her from her salacious reverie. "No!" she growled in a low and raspy voice as her eyes burned into mine, their usually golden brown colour now a dark and heavy almond brown. She violently pushed my arms back to the bed and my head swirled with heady excitement at being unexpectedly overpowered. Again I felt her hips skim across my own in direct and harsh back and forth movements, an intense heat searing the skin on my pelvis. Whether it was caused by the friction or simply emanated from her, I couldn't discern. Pulling my hands above my head, she crossed them at the wrist and held them with her left hand. She looked at me deliberately and watched my face contort as she scraped her hard nails down the length of my left arm. The exquisite sting traversed my arm and proceeded to bolt through my being causing my back to arch, lifting my chest from the sheets to graze against her breasts. My vision went dark and my hearing vanished as though the only thing my body wanted to process was the fingernails tormenting the sensitive skin on the underside of my arms. I blinked rapidly until I regained some semblance of self control. "Damn it Renee, stop it! You don't know what that does to me." I pleaded with her, desperately trying to resist the soul wrenching burn that crept closer to the surface in me. "Actually I do." She whispered, her voice hoarse as she pulled the bottom of my grey t-shirt, stretching the material until it sprung loose from the death-grip her pussy had on my pelvis. "You're not giving me much choice but to use it." The warmth of her voice stung my lips and her hand slid underneath my shirt and her fingernails raked down my ribs. "Fuck!" my vocal chords involuntarily murmured and my body was struck with a pulse of enthralling agony as my chest expanded to elongate the distance her provocative fingers could cover. My head pushed into the mattress and my body was propelled into the air again and she scratched harder. "Aaahhh!" I yelled as the divine pain set my passion ablaze. I frantically needed her to stop. For her own sake. For both our sakes. I ripped my hands from their captors and rushed them to her rib cage and shoved as I bucked my hips and her torture instrument was boosted off of me, landing next to me on the bed and bouncing a little. I quickly turned in the opposite direction and bounded off the bed, I stumbled a little as my feet hit the wooden floor. I headed for the door, my body quivering and my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. I reached for the rounded knob and turned it forcefully, pulling the door open. The cool air rushed through the open fragment, pointing out that my room had gotten much warmer without my noticing. The door was barely open when a hand whizzed passed my head and collided with the door, tearing it from my hand and demolishing my only hope of escape. My body was suddenly pinned to the closed door by her surprisingly strong muscles. Her breasts pressed into my back just below my shoulder blades and her hands pulled on my hips as she drove her pelvis into my butt, forcing me against the door again. Her essence stung my neck as she came achingly close. "Lia, please. It's been almost a month. You're not the only one that needs this." Her moist breath trickled over my neck and ears and goosebumps formed all the way down my back, increasing its sensitivity to the agonizing contact her body was making with mine. Her hands squeezed my hips, "Amelia,". I froze at her use of my full name, the supplication in her tone completely disarming me. "Amelia, please. I need you. I can't take it anymore, please. I need you so badly, you've made me need you and I fucking hate you for that but I can't help it." I was still frozen as the sincerity and barefaced yearning of her voice flowed through me. Then her hands were under my shirt, my mind wracked with anticipation. "Please Amelia. Please!" she whispered breathlessly as her taunting fingernails razed a path down the length of my back. My own fingernails scraped against the paint of the flimsy wooden door and my core quaked with desire, obliterating any command I had left over the lust-driven demon that exploded into my skin. I whipped around in her arms and bent my knees enough for me to wrap my arms around her legs and hoist her up. Her legs folded around my hips and she held onto my shirt which was bunched in her fists on my shoulders. Doing a three feet semi circle I turned and slammed her body into the mirror of my dresser, the collision caused whatever bottles were standing to tumble and roll from the surface to give us our space. My left hand swept across the dresser and the air around us suddenly littered with sheets of paper, my right hand was on her thigh holding her up. Our eyes were locked and the dazed look in her eyes fuelled the animal inhabiting my flesh. Releasing my grip on her she fell onto the dresser with a grunt, her fists still clung to my shirt. I pulled away from her and grabbed at the top of her hot pants, hardly giving her any time to lift herself enough for the blue cotton so slide smoothly from her glorious legs. I flung the underwear away and my left hand seized a handful of her blonde tresses and yanked firmly, angling her head to the left and exposing the tender flesh of her neck. My right hand proceeded to violate her depths without preparing the decadent folds for invasion, only to find a smouldering, wet welcome. When my index and middle fingers plunged into her, she screamed and pulled on my T-shirt. My body was sent flying towards her and she took hold of me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other clawing into my back. My lips fell upon her neck and devoured the salty skin in a flourish of lip, tongue and teeth caresses. "Oh god, yes Lia. Oh god yes!" She whimpered as my fingers thrust deeply and hard into her velvet pussy, my fingers crooked to rub against her g-spot. Her nails sunk deeper into my skin with each increase in tempo. The hand in my hair tugged painfully at it when my lips sucked intensely on her pulse point. She was panting in my ear, her hips began to thrust to meet my fingers and with every stroke the dresser banged against the wall. My sex was throbbing by the time her pussy began to tighten around my fingers. Too soon. It was happening too soon. I slowed my hand and pulled back slightly. "Oh god, don't you fucking dare. Fuck me Lia!" Her right hand abandoned my hair and reached between us and, grasping my wrist, began to thrust my fingers into her. My head spun at the eroticism of her lustful action. I lost myself watching her fuck her swollen pussy with my fingers. The animal reared itself again and my aggression was drawn from its vault. My left hand pulled the thin straps of her shirt until they snapped and pulled her shirt below her breasts. The perfect globes bounced at their release from captivity. They were magnificent, firm and full with the most superb light brown nipples and areolas that could not have extended more than a quarter of an inch in radius from the tantalizing peaks. Before she could protest I lowered my lips to greedily feast on the delight I had never been permitted to taste. I pushed my face into her left breast, taking the nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. When my lips closed around and nipple and I sucked firmly, both of her hands grasped my hair and pulled my head further into the supple tissue of her breast. "Oh god Lia, please. Please make me come." She begged, her voice drenched with desperation as though she were about to cry. My mind responded with 'Fuck patience!' and fuelled my hand like nitrous oxide to the engine of a performance car. My Fingers bent further and I pounded them into the front wall of her vagina, lifting her from the varnished wood surface. "Oh fuck yes, just like that. Ah fuck yes Lia!" She sputtered in breathless tones. Her eyes watched me as I pulled an erect nipple between my teeth and rolled it between them while my other hand imitated the ministration to the neglected counterpart. Her nails scoured my shoulders as she drew her nails into fists, clutching my shirt and pulling on it so hard that the seams cut into my underarms. "Oh god Lia, just like that. Look at me. Please look at me." She begged, her voice rising higher in tone. My eyes glued themselves to her glazed-over pools of yearning. The moment our eyes connected her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened wide, allowing small grunts to escape. Her body went rigid and her legs shook at my sides. I sucked sharply on the nipple between my teeth and fucked her so hard that the legs of the dresser began to creak and moan with the strain being inflicted on it. Her orgasm hit with a deafening scream shot in my direction and her pussy forcefully pushed my fingers from its sanctified embrace and covered my lower stomach with its life saving nectar. It wasn't until my fingers began to flash across her inflamed clit that her eyes left mine. Her fingers released my shirt only to replace their vice-grip on the skin of my back and used it to pull my body upwards until my face was nestled in her neck as her hips jutted up and down against my fingers, spraying what remained of her juices in every direction. When her brutalized pearl could take no more, she wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed so tightly that my hand was locked in place. She panted heavily as she held me, her body twitching as though being touched repeatedly by a shock-ring used by practical jokers. My head rested on her heaving shoulder as I summoned every trace of patience, as though from the objects around me, to allow her a moment to recover. To my astonishment, she apparently didn't need a moment. Her right hand found its way to my neck and her fingers closed around my throat, applying enough pressure to the sides to reduce the amount of oxygen flowing to my brain. My eyes burned once more as she used this hold to push me backwards enough for her to lower herself off the dresser and it trembled at her departure. Her gaze fixed on me, she manoeuvred my powerless carcass backwards until my legs hit the foot of the bed. Once I was where she wanted me to be she released my throat and both hands shoved my shoulders, propelling me onto the mattress. No sooner than I had landed, she pounced onto the bed and straddled my hips again. She grabbed my wrists and paused, looking into my eyes and making me question what I thought she was about to do. A questioning she reinforced when she pinned my arms to the bed but this time positioning them directly above my shoulders so that my elbows were pointing to opposite sides of the bed. She firmly trapped my hands and flashed a disconcertingly smug smile at the powerless shape below her. Her knees then pressed into the mattress as she shifted her weight onto them, lifting her off my pelvis. She began to slowly shuffle up my body until her shins replaced her hands, jamming my hands to the soft sheets. Her knees spread wide across the mattress and she lowered her cum-covered pussy onto my face. Oh god, that smell. My mind was reeling. She managed to slide herself gently over my lips, spreading her ambrosia over the willing victims. My tongue slid between my heaven-coated lips in search of more of the forbidden flavour. As I made contact with her slick folds, the expanse of her chest rose with a sharp intake of air. My tongue moved back and forth and covered itself in the tangy sweetness only given to the worshippers of this alter. I paused to pull her full labia between my lips and sucked firmly on them which caused the lust-consumed blonde to moan deeply in her throat. My tongue resumed its dalliance with the silken inner folds of her pussy, relishing the unique smoothness only found between the clit and the opening to her alluring depths. I toyed at her opening, tricking her into relaxing the post-orgasmic tension the muscles held and allowing me entrance. My tongue slid as far into her as it could, farther than usual thanks to the position, and caressed her most sacred walls. Her hands landed on her thighs and gripped them harshly as I swirled my tongue in circles and darted in and out of her. Her hips began to roll in time with my tongue, her breathing getting louder and quicker. I opened my mouth wider, my top lip grazing her sensitive pearl before my tongue followed it and delivered a strong lick over it. I pointed my tongue and placed a few rapid flicks against the nub. Her back arched as her neck bent backwards. The curve of her body was a sun-kissed path which melded into a valley running between two heavenly peaks, begging to be explored. I wished she hadn't immobilised my hands and wondered if it was some sort of strategy on her part. Was it meant to deprive me of filling all of my senses with her or was it a form of protection from my now unhinged lust? The thought tempered me. I stopped everything, breathing included apparently, as I looked up wanting her to look at me and expecting her to be scared and hurt. Oh god, does she really need to be protected from me? Look at me! The pressure building in my oxygen-deprived lungs was now accompanied by the pressure building in my tear ducts. It seemed to take forever for her to look at me. Her dark eyes fell to meet mine. For the first time in my life I doubted my ability to read the look in someone's eyes. Was it fear? Was it need? Was there anything? Her expression changed to a blank one. Craving Ch. 02 "Oh no, no, no, no, no. Don't you even fucking think about it." Her hands gripped tight handfuls of my hair and ripped upwards, mashing my face into her moist lips. "Fucking lick it!" She yelled from the bottom of throat and glaring down at me. I wrapped my lips around her erect clit and sucked it into my mouth, running small circles around it with my tongue. My eyes were glued to her, watching for the smallest sign of anguish. Her eyes closed as she maintained her hold on my hair and she moaned loudly. A spark hit my desire. My tongue flicked her and again she moaned, only louder. Another spark. I sucked hard on her juicy pearl and rolled it between my lip cushioned teeth. "Oh god, Amelia!" Flames erupted. My eyes snapped shut and I was consumed once more. I shook my head aggressively from side to side and she stuttered a scream. My fingers curled upward and grabbed the flesh of her lower legs, my arms strained in protest of their confinement. I let her clit slide from my lips and traced slow but firm circles around it. Her hands found my trapped forearms and her nails dug into the skin eliciting a muffled cry from my own throat. My tongue was possessed and whipped across her nub with such speed that her hands flew to the bed to brace her body as it lifted slightly off my face and her voice quivered in the air. The opening I was hoping for. With enough of her weight being supported by her arms, I pushed my hands outwards and immediately, when they were free, took hold of her hips and yanked them back to me. My mouth spread wide, my lips sealed around her sex and with a light suction my tongue resumed its play. "Ooohhh," her voice trembled, "you sneaky little bitch." Her hands gripped like vices around my wrists and she pulled them toward the top edge of the bed. She lifted herself onto her knees and used her strength to pin my crossed wrists with one hand. My head was lifting off the bed chasing the life-line being dangled inches above me. My mouth was so close but my arms being held above me was somewhat of a hindrance to my range of motion. I heard myself growl. Her pussy was shimmering in the light of the room and my entirety was aching for it. A sharp pain travelling down my arms pulled my focus to the sudden burn and I looked up to see a dark green scarf being tied painfully around my wrists. A scarf? I don't own any scarfs. Where the hell did that come from? What the hell is it tied to? "Aaahhh..." It was my turn for my moans to vibrate out as her nails dragged down the length of my restrained arms. I pulled against the scarf and as it cut into my skin I realised she had tied it well. Too well for it to have been her first time tying them. My head spun at the thought. Her nails raked over my arms again, this time down the sensitive skin on the undersides and left broad red streaks in their wake. My body convulsed underneath her and the restraint was pulled so taught that my fingers ached with the restricted blood flow they were encountering. "That's better!" She announced with a degree of sadism I had never thought her to have. She shifted backward and her fingers wrapped around my lower jaw as she glared into my eyes and smiled wickedly. Her eyes followed the progression of her thumb as it traversedpull rises and dips of my lips and chin. "Now you give it to me MY way." She said with such command that my usually rebellious nature was nowhere to be heard. She repositioned herself over me, her legs spreading comfortably over the width of my bound form. She lingered above a while longer, watching my eyes follow the movements of her glistening mound. She laughed hoarsely. She rolled her hips above my face, teasing me. Torturing me. "Fuck it." She whispered as she dropped herself onto my waiting mouth. "Oh god." No time was wasted. My lips clamped down on her clit and my tongue went haywire. I kept my eyes on her now, watching with fascination as all the subtleties I had missed now seemed blatantly obvious. The subtleties which pointed to a feistier side of her. I watched as her face contorted into a series of forms I could only describe as painful ecstasy. I watched as her stomach tensed and her body toppled forward, her hands landing on and grasping my biceps. I watched her breasts lightly sway back and forth as she began to rotate her hips with the rhythm of my tongue. I heard her breathing quickly get faster and shallower. I felt her grow wetter than I could ever recall her being. I tasted a change in the flavour of her juices. I smelt the air thicken with her scent. "Oh fuck yes. Oh god Amelia don't stop!" The pitch of her voice was high and dripping with beseeching undertones. I wondered for a brief moment if she really hadn't realised that I had stopped moving a while ago and that the friction that was driving her to the brink of her sanity was coming from the act of her thrusting herself against my tongue. I felt her nectar running in divine lines down my chin and neck and my body burned with the knowledge of how close she was. Her pumping motions became frantic and all too soon her body froze, her fingers clutching the skin of my arms and her legs straining as her muscles contracted in the height of her passion. I pulled her climaxing pearl into my mouth and sucked with all I had. Her fingers snatched up my hair and pulled my head hard against her. When her high ended and the agonising waves of orgasmic sensitivity flooded her, her body twitched and shook above me as I kept my hold on her. Her whimpers grew in volume until her forehead hit the mattress above me, her chest and shoulders pressed into my arms and her drenched centre was once again just out of my reach. She continued to shiver and wince as I tried to discreetly tussle with the scarf around my wrists. It couldn't have taken more than three minutes for me to wriggle my way free and the blonde hadn't moved at all. Using my feet, I dragged myself from underneath her. When my arms were clear I turned on the bed to look up at her and was greeted by her pussy peeking at me from her bent over form. I couldn't resist. I got to my knees and gently nestled my face into her slick folds. I ran my tongue from her clit backwards over her well lubricated opening and over the tight skin of her perineum, then all the way back down. When my tongue made contact with her clit this time, her body lunged forward and she was flat on the bed. The contours of her body were mesmerizing and could easily seduce the sturdiest chastity belt to unlock itself for the chance to taste their divine curves. My lips found the firm flesh of her ass and lavished the globes in feverish kisses both soft and hard. I headed north, kissing the smooth skin of her long back. My tongue replaced my lips to draw a line up her spine between the shoulder blades and onto the satin of her neck. The salty taste was a distinct contrast to the sweet juices that coated each tastebud. My lips and tongue continued to caress her neck until I heard the faintest moan sound from her throat, at which point my teeth joined the activities. "Oh shit." She sighed when my teeth found the responsive spot in the nape of her neck and sank in. "Ah Lia." Her hand tangled itself in my hair and softly stroked my head. Moving both my legs to her right side and giving a little distance, I hooked my left arm under her body, between her arm and chest, and pulled her to roll onto her back towards me. She gasped at the sudden jerking as she flopped onto her back and looked at me with surprised eyes. "How did you get loose?" She asked, still a little out of breath. In response, I moved between her legs and pulled her left leg up to rest against me as my right hand explored its length. Her eyes closed and her head pushed back into the mattress, emphasising that captivating neck and my lips descended onto it again. Her hands bunched the material of the shoulders of my shirt and pulled tight as my teeth found her pulse point. Her breathing deepened and her breasts grazed against my own each time she inhaled. Her hips began to undulate underneath me again and signalled for me to proceed. The fingertips of my right hand travelled from her ankle to her thigh, snaking its way to the inside and massaging the flesh there. She moaned into my ear. Emboldened, my hand cupped her pussy and was seared by the heat there. I gently but firmly massaged the outer lips of her mound as my mouth moved down her chest to trail kisses and licks over her heaving breasts. I pulled each nipple into my mouth, giving it long and gentle sucks before swirling my tongue around them and flicking them every so often. Her hips bucked against my hand as she tried to get it where she wanted it. Her hands were back in my hair and holding me to her breasts. "Please Lia, I need to feel you inside me. Please." She whispered breathlessly against my forehead. How could I refuse? My middle and ring fingers slid between her swollen lips, gathering as much moisture as they needed and paused at the entrance to the blonde's passion. They teased in small circles, dipping their tips in and pulling out just as quickly. I was lost in the feeling of her nectar smothering my fingers and was caught off guard when my fingers dipped in to tease and were suddenly engulfed in her depths when she thrust against my hand. She clung to my head as she continued to rock her hips back and forth on my fingers. "Oh god Lia, please just do it. Please. Please just fuck me." She pleaded. My hand complied. My fingers crooked inside her warm walls and my arm began to pump in and out of her. Her g-spot was already so swollen and hard that I knew she wouldn't last very long. She started to moan and whimper. I always loved the sounds she made when I fucked her, the intensity that filled the room was breathtaking. Her stomach tensed, lifting her pelvis towards me and giving me a deeper angle of penetration and better access to that gut-wrenching pleasure zone she guarded so well. Her legs began to shake with the strain of holding her position and she pulled my head up to her neck. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch I could reach while I fucked her deep and slow. I felt something on my forehead. I looked up to see her eyes filled with tears and her breathing short and ragged. "Are you okay?" I asked concerned. "Oh god yes, don't stop. Please don't stop." She whispered. I crooked and uncrooked my fingers inside her, slowly but strongly and she screamed with each stroke. I watched her face. She looked dazed, tears continued to flow from her unfocused eyes. She looked as though she were about to explode. "Oh fuck, please Lia, faster. Faster, please. Please. Please. Please." She was gasping her words and her head was thrashing from side to side. I did as she asked and increased the speed of my strokes on her upper wall. "Aaaaahhhhhh, yes." She moaned. She began to pant. Her eyes found mine watching her but did not look away. She screamed again and I picked up the pace again. Her legs trembled again and not from the strain. She stared intensely into my eyes as her body went stiff, her mouth opened, her muscles in her neck visibly tensed, her eyebrows furrowed, her pussy clamped around my fingers and her hands tightened in my hair. Her eyes never left mine and the world stood still. I could feel the moment burning itself into every fibre of my being. Her eyes snapped shut as the strength of her orgasm, once again, pushed my fingers from their safe haven and a stream of her sweet ambrosia hit my legs and pelvis. I let the river flow empty before cupping her pulsating sex again, applying firm pressure and allowing the pulses to circulate. The windows shook with her scream as her body collapsed onto the bed and writhed underneath me. I felt her hands pull painfully on my hair. Her lips smashed against mine. Her fingers released my hair and spread over my head holding it firmly as she kissed me. She's kissing me, oh god. Her thighs clung to my hips and her pelvis was being thrust into mine as her lips crushed mine in her passion. I felt her warm tongue slide between my lips and I answered its call. Our tongues met and gently caressed each other in a haze of sensation. Her hands made their way to my shoulders and pulled me harshly, making my elbow give out and my full weight landed atop her. Her legs wrapped around my waist and squeezed tightly. Her hands clawed at my back, holding me firmly against her. Her tongue continued to explore my mouth and dance around my own. Her soft lifts melded effortlessly into mine. How long has she been kissing me? I felt her break away and immediately she drew in breath like she had been swimming up from a sinking ship, 300 feet below the surface. She looked at me with surprise and licked her lips nervously. "Oh my god." Craving Ch. 03 Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further. I would like to thank everyone who read the previous parts of this story. The comments and emails have been greatly appreciated. Your support and encouragement has meant more to me than I can put into words. Please feel free to continue posting and emailing your thoughts. A special thanks to germanchocolate4u for your inspiration and patience. Thank you. XxXx `````````````````````````````````````````````````` The exams had been a blur of textbooks, tension and avoidance. I had spent most of my time in my car and hadn't seen Renee since the encounter in my bedroom. Being in our apartment was a feat I could not face. The memories were everywhere and in everything; every sight, every colour, every item of furniture, every smell and every texture. Some nights I would stand outside the apartment door, keys in hand, knowing she would be on the other side and find myself unable to lift the key. There were nights that I would sleep in my car and wait until I knew she had left before going in to shower and grab some clean clothes. Fortunately I had been accepted for a summer internship at a pharmaceutical company in New York. I was five weeks in to my internship and concentration was harder to come by than ever. I couldn't work, couldn't think, couldn't sit still for any significant length of time. The hotel room that had been booked for me, at times, felt like a prison cell. Not even sleep offered any respite. My dreams would flood with vivid imagery and wake me with intense sensation. I would find myself confused, flustered and drenched with perspiration. I felt like I would soon lose myself, lose control. Pictures would flash through my mind at the most inappropriate of moments and I would catch a whiff of the distinctive scent just walking through the streets. I was being suffocated by my own need and was utterly helpless to stop it. Some days the need would chase me like a rabid dog, making me push my body so hard that it would eventually crumble to its knees to purge itself of the overwhelming urgency. An urgency which had me thrown from my comfort zone and drove me to pay visits to a couple of the local girl bars. Both visits followed a similar pattern; I would arrive at the location and have to force myself to step inside. I would pause in the entrance to take in the scenery and allow the electric charge flooding my senses to dissipate enough for me to conduct myself in a sane manner. I would occupy a seat, at the end of the bar, which would permit me to survey the room and its occupants from a safe position. On my first attempt, my attention was caught by a tall, slim beauty with naturally medium brown hair which extended to the curve of her spine. Her face was narrow with a long jaw line and her eyes were a deep brown. She was dressed in white denim mini-shorts and a light pink crop top, an ensemble that leant her a cheerful countenance. When she noticed my attentions she began to play with the rim of her glass, containing a cocktail of some sort, and her eyes often drifted toward me only to shyly dart away. Her courage slowly grew, fuelled by her drink I imagined, to the point where she was able to hold my gaze and smile at me. A smile which made my blood run cold. Her smile was the picture of innocence. It was too innocent. Innocence is something that has never been safe in my hands no matter how delicately it was held. I tried to subtly avoid making eye contact with her again. When she slipped away to the restroom, the door had barely closed behind her when I was downing the remainder of my second glass of wine and bolting for the exit. The second attempt began and ended in much the same way. The woman, however, was a petit blonde with a deep tan who wore tight jeans and a tank top with an open back. Her smile was the farthest thing from innocent, she had the air of a woman who knew what she wanted and was going to enjoy getting it. The moment that made me run came when she gave me a confident smirk with desire filled eyes. In that moment my mind was bombarded with images of Renee that gave no reprieve. So once again when she made for the restroom, I made for the exit. By the time the fresh air hit my nostrils I was hyperventilating. It caused me to remove my shoes and run as fast as I could through the dimly lit streets, bumping into person after person and wearing the skin off the bottoms of my feet. Fortunately I was able to throw myself into my intern work during the days which helped to stifle my suffocating thoughts. I was constantly surrounded by older men who had been in the industry for years. Most were polite and extremely helpful, others were somewhat misogynistic and made no effort to conceal it. I was, however, grateful for their incessant snide remarks and the numerous miniscule tasks they sent my way. It was a welcomed distraction. The brass doorhandle creaked as I pushed it down. The door swung open and my nose was immediately harassed by the stale air of the records' room. It was hardly ever used. The door was only ever open long enough for the latest reports to be chucked onto the shelves and the occasional inspector would use the records during an inquiry. The tiles were big and had an egg-shell colour. The shelves were made of an unvarnished and flimsy yellowwood. The room was surprisingly big and gave the feel of an old school library, rows upon rows of shelves. Filling the shelves was a cascade of ring binder files. There were green ones, blue ones, black ones, maroon ones, striped files and chequered files. Files made of plastic, files made of leather and some made of cardboard. Unlike a library though, there was no discernable filing system. I perused the rows of files in the light of the setting sun that poured through the large windows, lending the dusky room a golden glow. At the end of the second row I paused to look out at the city scape. The view left something to be desired but I imagined the picture was quite different at night. I lingered a moment to take it in. I thought I could smell something in that section of the room. It smelled... light, sweet and perhaps a little fruity. While I concentrated on identifying the scent a soft sniff startled me. I inched my head around the corner of the row. Lana, the only other woman in my department was leaning against the end of the shelves. She was gazing out the window at, what seemed like, everything and nothing. Her green eyes shone a spectacular shade of yellow in the sunlight. Her arms were crossed over her midsection and her left hand caressed her right arm. She swallowed hard and blinked a few times. The royal blue blouse she was wearing looked perfect on her, tucked neatly into her black pencil skirt at the waist. The skirt ended just below her knees making her legs seem never-ending. My heart beat grew heavy in my chest. The sadness in her eyes was captivating. On occasion, during the morning interdepartmental meetings I had noticed the same forlorn expression on her face. Her eyes would flit from one barren point in the room to another as though she were a prisoner in her own thoughts. When she spoke she had a bubbly personality and I thought it a nearly flawless disguise. Her eyes betrayed her. It was her eyes that in a millisecond of distraction would reveal a caged presence in her. I wanted to understand it, understand her. I wanted to touch her and watch the sadness fade away. I wondered if it would fade away. I wanted to find out. Her legs shifted beneath her skirt as she shifted her weight to her left leg, her right knee bending against the bottom of the skirt. I felt my right hand twitch as my eyes travelled up her thighs. Her chest rose as she inhaled deeply and her head fell backwards, resting against the wooden shelf, as she sighed loudly. I suddenly felt a mixture of guilt and excitement, as though I were impinging on a private moment like a peeping-Tom. I swallowed my thoughts and squeezed my eyes shut. "Lana?" my voice was low and noticeably shaky. She gasped in surprise and jumped to her left, clasping her chest as she realised it was me. "Oh god, you scared the shit out of me." She exclaimed with wide eyes. She began to giggle, her left hand still holding her chest and her right moving to conceal her mouth. Her eyes were closed. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to startle you. I didn't think anyone would be in here." I explained, trying to subdue the smile at the corners of my mouth but it was futile. Her giggle was infectious. Her eyes opened to meet mine and my stomach fluttered, making me look away nervously. "No, don't apologise. I just didn't hear you come in." She said with a wave of her hand and taking a step forward. I hesitated but decided to press my luck. "Yeah, you looked like you were miles away." I said as non-confrontationally as I could. She smiled at me but her backwards step and downward cast eyes spoke volumes. I wondered what she was thinking. She glanced at the delicate golden watch wrapped around her wrist and looked up at me again. "Hey, it's after five already. Shouldn't you be on your way home?" She smiled hollowly. "Shouldn't you?" I asked, holding her eye contact. Her eyebrows rose high on her forehead as she turned sideways to look out the window. I watched her fidget with her wedding ring and finally understood. "I guess you're right." She offered. I studied her face but she wasn't giving anything away. She looked down at the floor before turning to me abruptly, "What did you come in here for, anyway?" "Oh, Grant wanted me to take a look at the shutdown budgets for the last three years. He said they'd be in here." She relaxed at my explanation, back in her comfort zone. "Right, right. Upper management has been asking a lot of questions about that lately." She turned around and began to walk away from me. Three rows down she turned into the row and beckoned me to follow. "They want to know why the budget has been increasing so much each year. I guess that's what Grant wants you to do. Help get them off his back." She turned to smile at me as the last part was said. Her smile was hypnotic. As were the movements of her hips, swaying back and forth like a hypnotist's pocket watch as she walked. Her skirt was tight enough to give an excellent idea of what was hidden beneath it. Her calf muscles contracted and relaxed underneath her flawless, tanned skin. The heels helped, no doubt. She was the epitome of the perfect hourglass shape and the swell of her luscious derrière was no exception. I began to imagine what exactly she would look like if the skirt were to evaporate from her skin. I matched the tone of her skin to the curves but then wondered if there would be tan lines. I wondered if her undergarments would match the sexy-professional style of her outfit or if they would be a surprise. I pictured her walking in every type my imagination could call upon; lacy boy-shorts, normal cotton briefs, a silky thong or none at all. My mouth flooded with its own waters and my breathing deepened. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I was so transfixed that I hadn't realised she had stopped walking and was looking at me. "Lia?" She said loudly, pulling my attention to her smiling face. For a fleeting moment I thought I saw a flicker of mischievousness in her eyes but I looked away as my face burned with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry." I offered breathlessly, feeling my cheeks redden more by the second and cursed my pale complexion. She giggled and it only made things worse. "So, as I was asking, do you want this years' budget too?" She was shuffling through the files looking for the right ones to give me. "Uh... um... yes." I stuttered, I still couldn't look at her and my eyes darted across the tiles while I tucked my hair behind my ears. Her calf muscles strained as she stood on her toes for a better view. "Ah, here they are." She exclaimed as she pulled a file from the shelf. Her left arm extended as she handed it to me. The action repeated itself as she handed me the other two files I needed. "There you go." Her voice was as sweet as honey as she placed the last one in my hands. She flashed me that hollow smile again. "Thank you." I said, only looking at her for a fraction of a second. I hugged the files to my chest as I moved around her. Her body turned with me and my stomach sank as I moved past her. With my eyes fixed on the ground, I continued to walk away but my legs got heavier with each step until I simply couldn't lift them anymore. I tried in vain to resist what my body wanted me to do. I turned around and she was looking at me, her arms crossed. "Lana... I don't mean to be... nosy, but are you alright?" Her smile faded and she looked to the ground again as she twisted her wedding ring on her finger. "I'm fine." I wasn't convinced at all. I held her gaze and waited. She began to fidget and shift her weight from side to side. She tried to avoid my eyes and quickly became flustered. Her eyes became glossy and her smile flinched. "Stop looking at me like that." Her voice quivered. "Like what?" I persisted coolly. "Like you can see right through me." A single tear raced down her cheeks and she quickly wiped it away before looking up and clearing her throat. I cautiously took two steps forward and waited to see if she would stop me. She didn't so I took two more steps, my heart racing. I was fighting the urge to fold her into my arms and shower her cheeks with kisses. I suppose I'm a sucker for a woman in tears. "Is it your kids?" I asked, knowing full well that it wasn't. She gave a small smile. "No. No, they're fine. They're perfect." That smile was too brilliant to be faked. It was almost enough to stop me from asking my next question. "Your husband?" My voice was low but firm. Her eyes teared up again and she folded her arms across her chest, her fingers moving beneath her arm and I assumed she was toying with the ring again. She suddenly began to laugh again and my confused eyes shot to hers. "Sneaky. It almost worked." Her head was shaking softly from side to side. I was determined to maintain my innocence. "What almost worked?" "Asking about my kids first to throw me off. You knew it was about him all along, didn't you?" Her head tilted to the right. I smiled toward the ground, I had been found out. "I was trying to be subtle." "I take it that's not your strong suit?" She was trying to muffle a laugh. I couldn't help but smile. "Apparently not." She erupted in laughter and tears cascaded down her cheeks. I laughed along until the moment I realised those tears were no longer born of laughter. It took her a few seconds to realise that her façade had been broken through. Her hands shot upwards to envelope her face and her body racked with sobs. I quickly placed the files on a dusty shelf and closed the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around her jerking body and held her tightly. Despite her four inch heels making her a couple of inches taller than me, I was able to hold her with her forehead resting on my shoulder. I softly ran my hands across her upper back to comfort her, her hands still hid her face. Her sobs eventually began to subside and she pushed lightly against my shoulder until I let her go. She took two steps backwards and wiped below her eyes to remove the smudges of her running eyeliner. "I'm sorry." She offered trying to reabsorb the last few tears that threatened to fall. "Please don't apologise." Lana smiled and sniffed deeply, shaking her head. She paused. "I just thought I had it all figured out." Her supply of tears was replenished. I watched her face contort as she relived the endings of her once happy memories. She looked at me and gave up on trying to be concerned with her makeup. The green ring around the pupils of her eyes shone more prominently over the brown. "When I left college, everything seemed so perfect. I got a great job straight away, I was engaged to a man I loved, we were planning our first international trip together. It was perfect. And then I fell pregnant with the twins, we were so happy. At first. After the first trimester, the cracks started to show. I just put it down to the stress of the pregnancy putting a strain on our relationship. I told myself it would get better. But it didn't." Lana slumped back against the shelves and I prepared myself for the rest of the story. "We started talking less and fighting more. I would spend so many nights alone with the kids when he would take off after an argument and eventually I just stopped caring. I stopped caring if he left. I stopped caring if he didn't come back. I didn't care when we stopped talking to each other. I didn't even care when we stopped fighting." She took a breath and wiped her cheeks again. She looked at her hand and slid the ring off and on to her finger a few times. "Whatever else happened though, he's a good father. He's always there for them. He's protective and supportive, he's involved and proud. He's a good father. Lately I've just been wondering, wondering if what I ever thought we had was actually there. The more I think about it, the more aware I become that this life isn't what I want. Don't get me wrong, I have my children and I wouldn't trade them for anything. They are absolutely the joy of my life." She smiled at this. "I'm happy with my job. I enjoy what I do, the hours are perfect, the people pleasant enough." Her smile faded and sadness filled her face again. "I just want... I want... I wish I knew what I wanted. I just want... Something, anything... Anything to make... Make me feel..." "Whole." Her eyes snapped to meet mine as though she suddenly remembered I was there. Her face melted into a restrained smile. "Yeah." She gave a small chuckle and wiped at her eyes again. I stared through her for a while as I contemplated all she had told me. My attention was refocused on her suddenly approaching form. She lunged towards me, her face was soft, her eyes wide and cemented to mine. Her body struck mine with such momentum that I was hurled backwards into the shelf behind me. Her body pressing firmly against mine, her hands landed on my cheeks and held them fast as her lips descended to devastate mine with feral passion. In an instant I was rendered breathless and my heart was pounding in my throat. I forced my head to my right until her lips were pulled towards my cheek and my hands closed around her wrists. "Lana, what are you doing?" My voice was a strained whisper. "SShh..." Her left hand turned my face back to her and her lips devoured mine again. Their fullness and softness made it harder to resist her with each second that they were in contact with mine. Her right hand was lowered to firmly take hold of my breast as her hips jolted against mine and made the shelf wobble on its flimsy base. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as her celestial lips coaxed mine apart and her tongue grazed against the tip of my own. I had to stop. "Lana!" I pushed against her shoulders putting some space between our chests. I was excruciatingly aware of her hips as they remained pressed against mine. I looked her in the eyes and held her defiant shoulders as they opposed my objection. When she focused on me, I began to slowly shake my head. While holding my gaze her hands slid behind her and the sound of a zipper being opened pierced the warming air. I found myself teeming with dread and fighting it with lust. "Sshh!" Her hands came forward again and grasped my left hand, violently pulling it forward and guiding it smoothly under the fabric of her skirt and inside the lace that it concealed. She steered my fingers over the bristles of hair and pressed them between the plump, smooth folds. The game was won. Craving Ch. 03 "Oh god." My entire consciousness blurred and my mind reeled at the extent of moisture I found there. All resistance was obliterated. Lana's body smashed into mine as she kissed me. My fingers drowned in her wetness as her tongue made its way into my mouth and ran over the surface of mine. Her hands travelled down my body, massaging my breasts and caressing my stomach before sliding underneath my blouse to retrace their steps. As my fingers ran in circles around her clit, her fingers did the same around my nipples. When she squeezed the taught peeks I thought my knees might give out. I began to rub over her slippery pearl and she moaned into my mouth. Her left hand slid down my stomach and down between my legs where it firmly pressed against my throbbing sex. Her hand continued to massage over my pants as my finger tips travelled back and forth between her clit and her opening, although, swam would be a more appropriate description. Her tongue was desperate and demanding in its exploration of my mouth. Each time her pillowy lips closed against my own my soul trembled with yearning. Her hands grasped the front of my pants and as the button popped open I took hold of Lana's hands and pulled them away. Grabbing the sides of her skirt, I spun her around and pinned her to the shelves. I tried to position my leg between her thighs but was hindered by the length of her skirt. My lips found their way to the smooth skin of her neck as my hands busied themselves undoing the nine buttons of her blouse. I counted. With the last button opened I slowly slid the blue satin over her shoulders, making sure my fingertips grazed her skin. Once the shirt had been dispatched, my hands and lips went to work massaging and caressing her exquisite breasts. Their heavenly weight rested perfectly in the curvature of my hands as my tongue discovered the skin of the exposed tops of her breasts. Opening my eyes to look at her, I took a moment to admire the sheer black material confining her chest before reaching behind her and unclasping it. I ran my tongue between her breasts as my hands cupped them and pushed them against my face. Lana moaned and held my head to her chest. I continued to kneed and massage the full globes as she reached down my sides and began to untuck my shirt. I licked and sucked on her pulse point as she loosened the buttons and harshly pulled the cotton shirt from my arms. Her arms closed around me and pulled our bodies together. She held me tightly to her and my hands moved behind her to grab and squeeze her hypnotizing ass. Her low moans caressed my ear, her fingers clawed at my back and my blood turned to fire beneath my skin. My lips burned a trail down her chest and stomach and paused above the band of her skirt to kiss and nip the skin around her belly button. I sank down to my knees before her and yanked the black skirt over her hips and pushed it down to her ankles where she slowly raised each foot to allow me to remove it. My parched lips instinctively pulled me to the soft skin of her inner thighs. My arms wrapped around her legs and held them firmly as I gorged myself on the taste of her skin. I hooked my fingers into the lacy garments and slowly pulled them down, revealing my gravely needed source of hydration. The neatly trimmed triangle of hair was a surprise. My face was nestled firmly against her wet lips before her underwear had reached her feet. She had a very strong scent and an even richer taste. One of Lana's hands was holding the shelf to my left to steady herself and the other was firmly gripping my hair. I sucked her lips into my mouth and pulled on them gently as I released her legs. I spread them wide enough to wriggle my way between them and give me as much reach as I could get. My tongue caressed the length of her moist pussy. "Oh god!" She moaned loudly and bucked her hips against my face. "Hush, someone could hear you." I whispered with a cheeky grin from between her legs. She chuckled under her breath and her head fell backwards. My lips spread her pussy and caressed it with a warm breath. Turning my head slightly from side to side, I breathed in her essence and wished it were possible to submerge myself in it completely. My tongue ventured out from my mouth and sampled the smooth skin around her entrance, coating itself in her passion. "Please don't fucking tease me." She breathlessly begged. She placed both hands on my head and pulled me into her. I closed my lips around her large clit and sucked on it. She groaned and pushed back on the shelves and they wobbled. With my right hand I pulled back the hood of her clit to behold my prize. Her inner lips were dark and large and her pink pearl was the size of the tip of my pinky finger. The length of her glory shimmered with moisture. I slowly circled her exposed nub with my tongue and her legs quivered around me. I licked back and forth over her slit and Lana rocked her hips in time, her breathing shallow and quick. I flicked quickly over the sensitive tip and she groaned loudly as her stomach muscles tensed. I slid my tongue back to her entrance and slowly pushed it inside her, the heat searing my tastebuds. She groaned deeply and her legs shook slightly. I pulled my tongue out and forced it back into her several times and was rewarded with the same response. Her thick flavour infected every part of my being and I was overcome with a need to pour all I am into her. My free hand roamed over her body, touching and squeezing whatever it could. My mouth continued to pay reverence to her pussy, her rising heat fuelling my own. I sucked on her inflamed nub as hard as I could and flicked it with rapid movements. "Holy fucking shit." Her voice quaked with need and her grip on my hair tightened. "Please don't stop, please, please don't fucking stop." "Are you gonna cum already?" I asked, taunting the desperate woman. She pulled violently on my hair and I felt several strands rip from their roots. Her head lowered to look at me and I was instantly levelled. Her cheeks were streaming with tears and her eyes were bloodshot. "Please Lia! Please!" She sobbed as fresh waterfalls seeped from her eyes. I humbly returned to her swollen clit and nursed on it feverishly. Her voice rang through the room, "Jesus." She shrieked and her body wracked with tremors. As her orgasm overtook her, she jammed my face into her pussy and smothered me in her ecstasy. Her legs squeezed around my shoulders and as her body jolted upwards a file was thrown from its place and collided with the floor, narrowly missing my right knee. No sooner than the file had landed, her knees caved in and sent her body tumbling down into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her head was buried in my neck as she ground her dripping wet centre against my stomach until the aftershocks had subsided. For long minutes we remained in that position. She held tightly to me and breathed heavily while I caressed her back and kissed her shoulder. When her breathing had slowed she lifted her head but kept her eyes on the floor. "I'm so sorry." She offered with her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I tenderly turned her face to look at me. "Don't you ever apologise to me." I whispered. Lana's eyes sank to my lips and my pulse raced as they stayed there. She swooped down and kissed me deeply, the soft skin of her chest teasing mine. As the hard peeks of her nipples grazed my chest, desire coursed through me and my body tensed. I fought to keep my touches and kisses gentle as her tongue smoothly probed my mouth. My mind became hazy when her fingernails mildly scratched up between my shoulders and my body shivered. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her towards me until her weight was fully off my legs. I rocked forward to position my toes on the ground and then backwards to shift my weight onto them. Lana squealed as I stood up and she snapped her legs around my waist, clinging to my shoulders as I found my balance. She giggled into the kiss when she was certain I wasn't going to drop her. I leisurely walked down the row towards the window she had been staring out of, enjoying the feeling of Lana's form fully supported in my arms. She kissed me powerfully and arched her back, pushing her breasts against my chest. My head faced the ceiling as she kissed me and I awkwardly felt the air in front of me for the window. When my fingers made contact with the cold glass I stopped and loosened my hold on Lana. She unfolded her legs and extended them towards the floor, her heels finding it sooner than I would have liked. Breaking the kiss, I took her hands and guided them behind her to the 6 inch windowsill. Her eyes questioned my move. "I think that making you cum again anywhere near those shelves could be detrimental to my health." We both laughed and she pulled me into another kiss. My thigh again placed itself between hers and this time found no obstructions. The heat of her centre burned through my pants onto my skin and I couldn't keep from grinding my leg into her. She sighed and cast her head back, presenting her neck to my lips. How could they refuse such an offering? I kissed and sucked on the tender flesh as her hands grasped my hips and she rocked back and forth on my leg. Her breathing quickened again and in no time at all I felt her juices soaking through to spread over my skin. I slipped my right hand between our writhing bodies and further down between her legs to rub along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned and kissed me hard as my fingers made their way between her wet lips. She continued to kiss me and slithered her own hand down my pants and rubbed me over my underwear. Energy surged through my body and the animal bore its teeth. I forcefully pushed my middle and ring fingers deep inside of her. She whimpered loudly and her free hand clawed at my shoulder, making me push ever deeper. When her hand left my pants I was able to somewhat temper myself. "Oh jesus, what the fuck!" She cried out as I angled my fingers and pushed against her g-spot for the first time. She clawed harder into my back and the room around me became an inferno. I rubbed slowly but deeply at first, curling my fingers inside her molten core. She panted and cried into my neck as I fucked her gradually. The muscles in her legs tensed strongly and relaxed with each thrust of my hand. My lips moved down her neck, over her chest and came to a halt at her breasts. My stiffened tongue circled her taught nipples before my lips closed around them and I sucked fiercely on them. When I gently rolled them between my teeth, Lana shrieked and thrust violently against my fingers. Her hips were begging me to quicken the pace and I could not refuse. Her fingers tangled themselves in my hair and Lana was moaning loudly. I was quietly preparing myself for someone to come and 'see what all the commotion was' but I couldn't stop. There really is nothing like the pent up fire of an experienced woman being unleashed on the world and I had a feeling that this woman was going to rock me to the core. I began to thrust my hips along with my fingers as I feasted on her glorious breasts. "Oh god, Lia. What the fuck?" She grunted as I thrust faster into her and sucked harder on her nipples. My mind responded to the phrase with aggression and determination. Her body began to wince and her heels clattered against the tiled floor as her legs shook. "Oh god, fuck me harder." She grunted breathlessly and steadied herself on the windowsill. I complied and thrust against her upper walls with all the speed I could summon. I looked up at her to see her eyes roll back into her head and her hands clutching her hair. Her moans turned to screams and when her eyes met mine, she reached for my head and yanked me up. She held my forehead to hers and stared intensely into my eyes. "Fuck yes. Make me cum, Lia. Please make me cum." She pleaded. I somewhere found the energy to push into her just a little harder and faster and watched her face contort as her body went rigid. She held my gaze for as long as she could until her orgasm blasted through her and she shuddered and shook violently in my arms while clutching to my shoulders and writhing against me. Her pussy squeezed my fingers with such force that I lost the ability to move them and they remained willing captives within her until she began to relax. She motionlessly held me as the final waves of her climax subsided and her breathing began to steady. When my fingers were set free I carefully retracted them and lifted them to my face where I sucked them clean. My soul was on the brink of sanity and her smell and taste was the harness keeping me from toppling over the edge. Her body was hot and the longer she held me the more it amplified. I waited with my fingers in my mouth for her embrace to lax. When it did she looked at me and laughed with wide eyes. She pulled my fingers from my mouth and bit her lower lip. "Greedy, aren't you?" she asked and kissed the tip of each of my fingers. "You have no idea." I whispered in earnest and smiled at the flush in her cheeks. "I guess I'll just have to get my own then." She replied with a sly smile and pressed her lips to mine. She brushed my hair from my shoulder and lightly spread her fingers over my neck, her thumbs resting on my jaw line. Her lips coaxed mine apart and her warm tongue infiltrated my mouth and swirled around my own. Her left hand slid from my neck and made its way south, pausing to lightly massage my breast before sweeping over my stomach and worming its way inside my pants and underwear again. My body twitched as her fingers explored my folds. "God, you're so wet." She whispered into my mouth as her fingers located my aching clit. We were suddenly startled by the loud clanging of metal from down the hall. It took a moment for us to realise where the sound was coming from and we burst into guilty giggles. "That would be the janitor." I whispered and kissed Lana firmly. "We should go before we get locked in." "Come home with me." She whispered seductively in my ear. "Wait, what?" I looked at her in confusion, half wondering if I had heard her correctly. For a moment her eyebrows furrowed and her confusion matched my own. Then, when she realised my hesitation, her eyes closed and her eyebrows lifted high on her forehead. She smiled and pulled gently on the tops of my shoulders. "My husband works night shift... My kids are at summer camp." She pulled me close and placed a tender kiss on my lips. "Come home with me?" Her breath poured over my parted lips and my own caught in my throat. "Um... I..." "Please?" Her shaky voice cut off my train of thought. She kissed me again. "Please?" I smiled at the floor and internally admonished myself for thinking that 'No' was even a possible answer. "Okay." I smiled and kissed her, taking her lower lip between my teeth and nibbling softly. She giggled her approval and we set about collecting our clothing from various areas of the room. In less than 10 minutes we were dressed, to a degree, and walking through the parking lot towards our cars. Naturally, she had an allocated spot near to the building and after whimsically opening and closing her car door for her I ran ahead to my car. She was waiting for me at the exit and, gripping my steering wheel, I followed her through the darkened streets. What little focus my mind could spare was barely enough to follow the bright red tail lights of her silver Lexus. The rest of my focus was vividly replaying the events of the last hour. Each sight, smell, sound, feel and taste was relayed with paralysing clarity to my senses and before long I had no idea where I was anymore. I couldn't recall how many left turns there had been nor how many right turns. I wasn't even sure if we were in the same suburb. The only things I was aware of, were the two red lights in front of me and the pulsing I felt both in my grip on the wheel and between my dampened thighs. I licked my lips and inhaled deeply, wishing her lingering taste was just a touch more prominent. The image of her eyes staring down at me flared in my mind. Her eyes stared through the valley between those mouth-watering breasts and between the humbling skin of her thighs as my mouth filled with the life-giving juices of her passion. I blinked hard and shook my head in attempt to still my shaking hands and pounding heart. I looked at the clock on my dashboard and noted that we had been driving for twenty three minutes. I also noted that we were driving over sixty miles per hour in a residential area and prayed there were no traffic cops around. My left leg grew restless and began to bounce against the humming floor of the car. When I finally saw her indicator flicker with no sign of an intersecting street ahead, my heart raced faster than it had all evening and I shifted in my seat. The Lexus pulled into a lengthy driveway that was obscured by medium height hedges. I followed her up the red brick drive and watched her stop in front of the left side of a double garage. When she switched her car off, I stopped right behind her car and shut off the engine. Her door swung open and I took a last deep breath to compose myself. I pulled my key from the ignition and kicked my door open. "I'm glad you could keep up." She beamed a smile in my direction as I locked my car. "Hey, don't underestimate. She's faster than she looks." I feigned being offended. She smirked at me and I knew she had already planned her response. "Oh with those fingers driving her, I have no doubt that she is." I stopped in my tracks and blushed profusely. She giggled at my defeated form and walked quickly towards me. She came close enough for our breasts to touch and waited for me to look at her. She smiled brightly and took my hand. "Come on." She lead me across the walkway to the house. I couldn't help but become hypnotized by those hips again, swaying back and forth underneath that infernal skirt. This time, however, I didn't need to guess what was under it. Instead I just bit my lip in anticipation of unveiling it again. Skipping up the four steps to the door, she paused and began to rifle through her purse in search of her keys. I took the opportunity to press against her back, running my hands up the sides of her legs and kissing the back of her neck. She inhaled sharply and extended her neck to me. "You're not helping." She stuttered out. "No?" I asked sarcastically as I nipped her neck and scratched across the front of her skirt. She moaned a little too loudly and frantically produced the keys from her purse. "Bitch." She tossed playfully and nudged me backwards with her shoulder. I laughed quietly and let her open the door in peace. After locking the door behind us she guided me down the foyer and into the living room. I watched her place her keys, purse and coat on a table and turn slowly to look at me. She smiled gently. "Would you like something to drink?" Her voice was soft and sultry. "That'd be great, actually." I said, hardly more than a whisper. She nodded slowly. "What would you like? I have coffee, soda, water... wine... vodka?" We both chuckled. "Actually I would really love some water." "Okay. Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." She grinned and walked across the room and disappeared down a corridor. When she was out of sight, I was able to survey the room. It was surprisingly modern. Black leather couches, glass side and coffee tables. The walls were snow white and adorned with black and white photography prints of various sizes and subjects. Occasionally there were pictures of her children displayed in frames on certain tables. Looking around I didn't see any family portraits. For that matter, there were no pictures wherein both she and her husband were present together. I considered that it was because the one absent from the picture was the one taking it. I was reasonably certain of it until after looking at all the pictures I realised there wasn't even a wedding photo to be seen. I frowned as I thought about everything Lana had told me in the records' room. The seductive sound of Lana's heels clicking against the floor pulled me from my thoughts. Craving Ch. 03 I turned to see her coming around the corner carrying two tall glasses of water. I studied her from head to toe, committing to memory as much as possible. The shape of her feet in their glossy, black heels, the veins extending over her instep, the way her ankles appeared to cross with each step, the definition in her shins, the widening of her thighs and the heavenly crest of her hips. I studied the way her hips rotated when she walked, the accompanying extension and contraction of her waist, the slight shifting of her breasts under her shirt, the shadows created by her clavicles and the musculature of her neck, the way her exquisite brown curls flowed down her shoulders and, most of all, the soul-melting expression on her face. "Here you go." She offered me one of the glasses and I gratefully accepted. I turned my body to face her and quickly gulped a few sips of water before being forced to stop by the threatening brain freeze. "Thank you." "My pleasure." Our eyes glued to one another, she stepped forward and placed a hand on my cheek, caressing gently with her thumb. I leaned in and kissed her as tenderly as I could. I was intoxicated by the way her full lips covered mine and I again found myself wishing it were possible to keep that sensation forever. I took my time breaking the kiss, as did she in opening her eyes. I noticed what astonishing eye lashes she had. When her eyes opened, she smiled warmly and her hand slid from my cheek, down my neck and rested on my shoulder. "Are you hungry?" Her voice quivered a little. A mischievous smile spread from ear to ear on my face and she immediately laughed. "I mean, do you want food?" "Do you?" I asked. Food was the farthest thing from my mind, despite not having eaten (food) since breakfast. "I do, but I don't really have anything in the house. When I'm on my own I usually just order in. Would that be okay?" She asked as her fingers pulled on the edge of my collar. "Mhm." "Okay." She whispered and kissed me lightly before walking to the table where she had left her purse. Putting her glass on the table, she stepped out of her shoes and began rummaging through her purse again. I imagined she was looking for her phone. I quietly made my way up behind her and slid my arms around her waist and pulled her close while she searched for her phone. I rested my chin on her shoulder which was now a comfortable reach without those heels. "Do you like Italian?" She asked, tilting her head slightly in my direction and pulling her phone from her purse. "Yes." I whispered into her ear before kissing just behind it. She exhaled loudly and her head rolled backwards. I put my glass on the table next to hers. I placed soft kisses and licks up and down her neck and my finger tips dragged across her stomach. As I continued to kiss her silky skin I watched her open her contacts list and wondered how often she was on her own that the number was saved on her phone. I moved my lips back up to her ear and gently pulled the lobe between my lips and sucked. She gasped and swallowed hard as my kisses continued along her jaw line. Lana turned her head sideways and harshly pushed her lips to mine. Her body leaned back into mine and her kisses portrayed her hunger. She forced my lips apart and her tongue invaded my mouth. She caressed and sucked on my tongue while her breathing grew ragged. My hands moved to untuck her blouse and make their way underneath it to hold and massage her bra-clad breasts. When my fingers made contact with her breasts, the kiss was broken and her head was thrown back to rest upon my shoulder. Before my lips returned to her neck, I noticed that her fingers had stopped scrolling through her phone. Her hands held mine as they massaged her breasts, her moans increasing in volume. I bit lightly into the flesh of her neck in an effort to distract her as my right hand left its post and travelled behind her to discreetly unzip her skirt. When its mission was complete it, it set about sneaking down the front of her skirt and under the lacy thong. This was not completed as discreetly as I had hoped, though. "Oh god." She moaned breathlessly. Her hands remained covering mine in their ministrations. My left hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts as the fingers on my right hand slipped back and forth between her lips. Her hips rocked against my fingers and she turned her head and kissed me again, breathing heavily against my cheek. "Lia..." She whispered as she gripped and pulled my hand from her skirt. She turned in my arms and draped her arms over my shoulders. I held her to me tightly and kissed her slowly but firmly. The pressure of her breasts pressing against mine was delicious. "Lia..." she pulled back slightly and looked at me. She whispered "I know how this sounds but..." She paused as though searching for the right words. "Will you make love to me?" Her eyes were wide with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. When I didn't answer fast enough her eyes sunk to the ground, "I know it's stupid. I just want..." Her words were drowned with a kiss, she didn't need to finish that sentence. My lips embraced hers and the fullness of them inflamed my desire, my hands ran the length and breadth of her back wishing they could pull her closer than was physically possible. Her breasts began to rub up and down mine as her breathing grew deep and laboured. Her hands began to fumble through my hair, scrunching the red tresses in her fists, as our tongues danced. "I thought you wanted food." I taunted with a devious smile. "It can wait." She pulled my head toward her and covered my lips with her own. Her fingers traced gently down my neck and across my shoulders. She leaned harder into me and tucked my hair behind my ears as my tongue teased hers. Sighing deeply, she moaned into my mouth and pulled my head to her once again. Sucking softly on her bottom lip, I broke the kiss and, swallowing hard, looked into her hazel eyes. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked as her hands moved to grip my shirt. "Upstairs." She kissed me tenderly, "Follow me." She slowly took my left hand and lead me to the same hallway that she had disappeared down to get the water. At the end of the hallway was a curved staircase that lead to the upper floor. She escorted me into the first room on the left and a shy smile crept across her face as she closed the door behind me. She flipped the light switch on and two lantern style lights flicked on at either side of the head of the bed. I stood in amazement as I surveyed the room, it was any romantic's daydream. The walls were a deep red and occasionally sported an abstract painting. The bedding was a soft cream colour and patterned, red throw pillows and a red, striped throw complimented the scheme. There wasn't much furniture but I attributed that to the walk in closet to my right. I also noticed an en suite bathroom but couldn't see much in the darkness. Lana was biting her lip when she slipped around me and slowly moved to the foot of the bed, she turned to look at me and swayed subtly from side to side as she waited for me. I studied her again. Her feet were crossed at the ankles, her picture widened and narrowed as she twisted slightly from side to side, her arms were crossed loosely over her midsection and her head was tilted to the left. She flushed and giggled under my inspecting gaze. She held my stare as her fingers began to slowly unbutton her blouse and I was only able to stop myself from watching her fingers until she reached the third button. From that point they pulled my focus like magnets to each teasing snap of the material as a button was pulled through it. My heart pounded as she showed me there was only one button left. With a devious smile she turned away from me and opened the last button, pulling the bottom edges of the shirt wide open to each side and smirking back at me over her shoulder. She had won again. She reached up and ran her fingers through her long hair, flicking it back at me. I couldn't stop my feet from moving forward. I moved behind her as quietly as I could, pulled her hair over her right shoulder and softly kissed the back of her neck. I pulled her shirt back enough to expose her shoulder and showered every inch I could reach with kisses. Lana turned her head towards me and I kissed her hungrily before moving her shirt down her arms and following it with my lips. Her skin was marvellous. Once she had been relieved of her shirt, my lips lingered just above her skirt, kissing over her spine and licking across to her sides which I then discovered were ticklish. My fingers ran up the sides of her legs and came together at the top of the skirt to pull the zipper the rest of the way down as slowly as they could bring themselves to. The skirt fell slower than I would have believed was possible as my lips and tongue explored the glorious curvature of her derrière. Her body quivered lightly as my tongue explored the length of the material dividing the two globes. I kissed my way down her left leg as I removed the skirt and then made my way back up her right leg, pausing a moment to worship her ass again and bringing my hands in on the ministrations. I kissed, squeezed and massaged her until her hands were dropped to the bed and her hips were rolling against my lips and hands. I firmly pressed my flattened tongue against her pussy and teased her through her thong. I rose to my feet and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her upright as I ran my tongue up the length of her spine and my lips came to rest in the nape of her neck. She sighed deeply and turned around in my arms. With her fingers on my jaw, she traced her thumb across my lips and I kissed its tip. She raised her head to mine and kissed me deeply. Her fingers mapped out the contours of the front and back of my neck, her touch so tender that my stomach fluttered. I slid the strap of her bra off her right shoulder and kissed the soft skin as her hands travelled down my sides and untucked my shirt. She didn't bother unbuttoning it and lifted it up my chest and over my head. I slid the straps of her bra down the remaining length of her arms and reached behind her to unclasp it and toss it to the floor. I pulled her body close and indulged in the feeling of her warm chest crammed against mine. Our foreheads rested against one another as Lana repeatedly ran her fingers through my hair, balling it in her fists and letting it loose again. As she softly pulled me in to another kiss my hands soothingly caressed her back before slyly gliding down over her all-conquering ass. Placing a hand just underneath each cheek, I squeezed and pulled on the firm flesh lifting her onto her toes and making her press harder into my body. She moaned into the kiss and her grip on my hair tightened again. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of that little black thong and got down on my knees as I took my time pulling them down her long legs. "Why don't you lie down." I whispered after kissing my way back to her throat. She nervously bit her bottom lip and turned away to crawl to the centre of the bed. I couldn't hold back the crooked smile that spread across my face as I watched her move on her hands and knees away from me. I swallowed my smile when she turned to look at me and lay back in the ocean of pillows. I examined the deity's form one last time while I still commanded complete control of my senses. As my eyes roamed the expanse, she boldly spread her legs and presented herself to me. The wicked smile she was attempting to conceal betrayed her feigned innocence but again the win was hers and it was my turn to crawl. I made my way between her inviting thighs and gingerly lowered myself onto her. My weight was supported by my elbows and my pelvis pressed down on hers. I ran my fingers through her hair as I looked into her eyes and her nails lightly dragged up and down my back. I dropped my head and kissed her soft lips tenderly, my tongue slowly licked across her bottom lip and she breathed heavily in my mouth. Her arms moved underneath my body and folded around my neck. I moved my elbows lower and tucked my hands beneath her shoulders, pressing her breasts harder against mine. Lana slid her tongue deeply into my mouth and pulled my shoulders. I tensed my stomach muscles and my pelvis ground against her mound. "Oh god that feels good." She moaned. I moved against her more deliberately and her kisses grew more passionate and eager. I bent my left knee and moved it beneath her right leg, giving my hips a greater degree of rotation. I rolled my hips against her and shifted my weight to my right elbow as my left hand ran up and down her side. I kissed her slowly but deeply. Lana began to rock her hips faster against mine and I was left with no choice but to respond in kind. Holding my upper body barely an inch above her I rolled and bucked my hips, grinding my pelvis into hers. Her hands flew up to grab the skin of my shoulder blades and rake her fingernails over it. The sensation set my skin aflame and I trembled from head to toe. The sudden groan that pierced the thickened air told me that the tremble did not escape unnoticed. Her head leapt from the bed in a crusade to capture my lips, her hands reached for my pants and yanked on them roughly. "Take them off." She commanded sternly as she ground so hard against me that I was lifted from the bed. "Please! Please take them off." She pleaded, "I need to feel you." Pushing my body upright, I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I leant forward to kiss her again and awkwardly fumbled with my legs to finish removing them. She reached forward, took hold of my hips and pulled them to meet her own. Our bodies had barely touched before she was rubbing against me. "Sshh..." I slowed my movements and tried to make her open her eyes and look at me. When she did, it was evident that desire was rising quickly within her. "Slow down." I whispered and lightly kissed her lips. "We have time." She smiled at me and swallowed hard. She tucked my hair behind my ears again and caressed my cheeks. I kissed her again and slowly raised myself onto my knees, tucking them under her thighs. I ran my hands over every part of her body, starting at her neck and working my way down to her feet. I lingered on her thighs, touching up and down their length. Taking hold of her knees I pushed them toward her chest until they were nearly perpendicular with the bed. Holding them there, I lifted my pelvis and tilted it toward her. When I made contact with her slick mound, I brought my hands forward and placed them on the bed by her sides. My pelvic bone lined up perfectly with her erect clit and I slowly ground against her. Her head pushed back into the pillows and she grasped my arms. I slid back and forth against her and almost immediately she moved with me. The friction was exquisite and as her nectar was spread over my bare sex, my body trembled. I bent forward and we feverishly exchanged kisses as our bodies moved faster against one another. My face hung inches above hers and I watched her eyes fill with desperation and urgency. I was already struggling to hold back my own need for release and writhing faster against her made it the most difficult thing I had ever done. Her hands stretched around me and her nails dug fiercely into my back causing me to thrust sharply into her. She wrenched my body to her own and crushed my lips with a wild kiss. She bucked against me and clawed at my back and shoulders. "Oh fuck yes, don't stop!" she cried and squeezed her eyes closed. "Look at me." I pleaded with her and when her eyes lazily opened and met mine, I spread my legs wider apart and ground hard against her. "Oh god!" she was straining to keep her eyes open. "Oh god!" "Come for me Lana." I whispered and watched her intently. "Oh jesus!" She screamed as her climax riveted through her. Her eyes rolled back as her head was forced into the pillows. Her legs enveloped my waist and squeezed so tightly that her hips were hoisted from the bed. Her pussy jutted against me as her body quaked with wave after wave of passion and her shrieks filled more than the air of the bedroom. I held her shoulders and kissed her neck until she collapsed onto the bed in a limp puddle. I carried on kissing and sucking on the blushed skin of her chest and neck until her shaky hands found my head and yanked me into a mind-warping kiss. She was panting into my mouth and her body shivered underneath me. Her tongue zealously probed the depths of my mouth and she sucked on my lips. "Come here." She said and sat up quickly. She moved her right leg in front of me and pulled on my arms, twisting my body down onto the bed. She used her weight to pin me to the bed as she moved herself between my legs. "Lana..." Her tongue slid over my burning pussy before I could get another word out. I moaned before I could stop myself and covered my face with my hands as her tongue glided between my lips. My toes curled against the sheets and my hands grabbed the pillows as I tried to steady my breathing. I focused on the ceiling and battled the temptation to clamp my legs shut when her tongue circled my throbbing clit. She sucked on the sensitive nub and I pulled the pillow around my face to stop from yelling. My body was white hot and nearly vibrating with need and pleasure. I wanted to stop her but couldn't find the strength to willing move to the cause. I was already on the precipice of release and every second was a war to hold it back. Her tongue was possessed and lashed at my clit so hard that I screamed into the pillow and clenched every muscle in my body. Her hand landed on my pelvis and pulled back on the skin to reveal my overly sensitive clit. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I grabbed her hand and held it to my thigh, knowing any intensification would consume me completely. Her tongue continued to torment me and her hands squeezed and massaged my body. My hips began to undulate against her face despite every effort to stop them. If my blood were any hotter it would have melted the veins that contained it. The hand that was being confined to my thigh broke loose and disappeared behind my leg. I suddenly became aware of a pair of fingers lingering at my opening. My body propelled itself forward and my hand braced hers harshly. With concerned eyes, she looked up at me. As quickly as the shock had struck me it began to dissipate, her concern did not. With each silent moment her concerned turned to fear. I relaxed my grip on her hand and smiled reassuringly. "Not that." I whispered softly and leaned forward to kiss her. My taste on her lips was fuel to an already lethal fire. My kisses grew fiercer until she shoved me back down onto the bed and kissed my thigh twice before returning to my pulsating clit. Kissing her had weakened my nearly nonexistent self-control and I resigned myself to my impending peak. Her tongue caressed and teased me with quick, soft flicks. I ran my fingers through her thick her and concentrated on not pulling it. Her quick, soft flicks became quick and hard. I felt the tension in my body build and breathing became impossible. My body went stiff and I couldn't control its contraction into a fetal position around Lana's head. Every part of me was electrified and burning and my mind went white. When the initial explosion of ecstasy subsided, my body jerked and spasmed from the unrelenting actions of her tongue on my painfully sensitive pearl. I shot up from the bed again to take myself out of her mouth's reach. I shuffled to my knees and pulled Lana to hers. Before she was completely balanced, my hands grabbed the back of her thighs and yanked her body towards me until she was straddling my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly against my quivering body. She showered me in light kisses and weaved her fingers in my hair. When my breathing had slowed she kissed me deeply and swept the sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. Craving Ch. 03 As our tongues played and wrestled for control, Lana's hips began to roll against me again. I moved my right hand between us and slowly rubbed her pussy. I didn't know what was wetter, Lana or a water park. She began to moan into the kisses and grind herself against my hand. I circled her entrance with my fingers and barely dipped inside her before pulling out. I flicked swiftly over her clit and she jumped in my arms, laughing and playfully pulling my hair. I returned to her dripping centre and shallowly teased her. The frustrated growl that sounded from her throat gave the impression that she wasn't keen on being teased at that moment. An impression that her hard nails bearing down on my skin seemed to confirm. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked lightly as I plunged my fingers into her. "Oh god..." She sighed as her head fell back. "I love those fucking fingers." I twisted my fingers slowly inside of her and Lana's lips massacred my spirit again. The thick, hot juices pooling in my palm made me dizzy with desire. I curled my fingers against her walls and she squealed against my lips. I gradually increased the rate of my thrusts until Lana was bucking with the same rhythm. My left hand moved down to massage and spread her ass. Her legs tensed and relaxed against my hips and her hard nipples grazed my skin. My palm brushed against her swollen clit with each thrust and I moved to kiss her neck. "Fuck Baby, yes! Just like that!" She moaned as I began to pull against the front wall. I licked and sucked on the skin of her neck and shoulder as her grip on my shoulders tightened. Lana buried her face in my neck and her muffled moans vibrated against my skin as I fucked her faster. She squirmed in my lap and clung to my shoulders. It took all my strength to hold her in place and keep from tumbling back onto the bed. She began to pant frantically and her body trembled. I felt a stream of thick nectar roll from my palm onto my wrist and I thrust as deeply into her pussy as I could. She screamed in approval and gyrated faster against me. "God, yes! Make me cum Lia." Her breathing was erratic and her body was more taught than a tightrope. "God Lia, please make me cum." She beseeched. I forced my fingers into her deeper and faster than I thought I would be able to and the muscles in my arm stung with the extra effort. In a matter of seconds I was rewarded with an untamed scream as her pussy clamped down on my fingers and her body revelled in primal passion. "Jesus! Fuck!" She shrieked into the room. My fingers were immobilised in her depths but she still rubbed against the palm of my hand and shuddered in the afterglow of her release. Her arms remained a vice grip around my shoulders and her quivering breaths poured over my skin. As she began to calm my fingers were unhappily freed and slipped from their haven to be immediately brought to my mouth. I wickedly smiled as my tongue collected the thick, heady cream from my palm and fingers. As I cleaned my hand, Lana opened her eyes and giggled at what she saw. "You are so beautiful." I whispered and pulled her into a kiss. My arms closed around her body and squeezed firmly. Her lips melted me yet again and I adhered to them for as long as she let me. She broke the kiss and softly held my face. "And you..." She looked intently into my eyes, "are so dangerous."