| Lesbian: First Time: A Test of Faith - Part Five (2/9) |
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/>With tender fingers, I brushed the damp hair back from her face. My body was throbbing with need but I could take care of it later. “Eva, are you all right?” I asked a moment later, when I saw a tear drop slip from between her lashes. Her eyes fluttered open. “Yeah. I’m fine,” she sniffled. “You just make me feel so good, Jess. Do you mind if I…you know…” Her fingers trailed down my torso tentatively. I leaned back against the carpet to give her fuller access. She slipped her hands under my shirt, pulling the hem up to expose my black sports bra. Then, she ducked and lightly bit me below my breastbone, making me gasp and look down at her. She was smiling rather impishly. “You have to help me get this off,” she said, pointing to the bra. When I did as I was told, her hands settled on my shoulders and she pushed me firmly down onto the carpet. She stared at my breasts for a good long while, before meeting my eyes again. “I like your breasts,” she said shyly. “They’re tiny, Eva,” I replied. “No, they’re not. They’re just right.” She kissed her way down from my neck to my breasts pausing only to flick occasional licks across my heated skin. Her naked breasts grazed my exposed torso when she leaned down and I groaned when she settled her mouth over one of my nipples. Her mouth was slick, hot and wet when she laved at my breasts and I felt the familiar heat scorch my lower abdomen. She kissed my breast after each suckle, making me feel a little cherished. And when she bit the sensitive skin on the underside of my breast, I arched my back and groaned with pleasure. Her lips traced a wet path over my belly, down to the waistband of my jeans. Her nimble fingers flicked the button open as she placed a chaste kiss on my hipbone. Then, my jeans and undies were out of the way, leaving me totally bare to her gaze. She stared at me avidly for a moment, taking in my engorged lips and pink slickness. I gave her time to get used to me, knowing that this was her first time ever looking at a pussy. Slowly, I felt her hand stroke the soft skin around my clit. The pleasure of it sent goose bumps down my body. I had to fight from closing my thighs around her as she inquisitively ran a fingernail down my slit, making me shiver. She placed her thumb on my clit, lightly massaging the tight pleasure pack until I was writhing on the carpet, eyes closed, body waiting to surrender. She stroked me once, twice, three times and I could see heaven behind my eyelids. And when she put her mouth on me, sticking her tongue into me, I felt the tight knot in me shatter, bringing forth a gush of juices. I was saying something, but everything was beyond comprehension – everything except for the pleasure between my legs and pulsing through my body. Eva was hovering over my face as I came down from my orgasmic high. She stared into my face, and the chain that I’d given her dangled below her. She smiled when I opened my eyes. “Was that OK?” she asked. I |
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