Chapter 4 Mel #2
Her right cheek fits so perfectly in my palm that I can’t resist squeezing it gently. Julia groans.
“You still want the baker to be a man?”
“No,” Julia breathes.
“Change it then.”
“The baker… she’s working the dough—”
“There you go,” I say, squeezing her cheek again. Julia rolls her hips beneath me and a heat spreads through my middle. “I have an idea.”
“Yes?”
“Why don’t I give you feedback as you read? A little positive reinforcement?”
“Please do.”
“How do you feel about negative reinforcement?”
“I need that too,” Julia says, her voice breathy and urgent.
“Do you have a safe word?” I ask in a hushed tone, though no one is around to hear us.
“Velvet,” she says, and the assurance of her reply tells me that this is not her first rodeo.
“Anything you don’t like?”
“No,” Julia exhales, and the heat spreads lower, makes me clench my thighs beneath her. But I need to stay focussed on the task, to give her the feedback she deserves.
“Tell me what happens next.”
“The baker is kneading the dough with her strong hands and”—Julia swallows as I squeeze her cheek a little harder, massaging the soft flesh—“she’s thinking about a woman… in the village. How she wants to run her hands across her dress…”
I let my hand graze the length of Julia’s thigh, down the soft folds of her skirt.
“Push up the skirt…”
I reach the hem at her calf, and slowly draw the material back, exposing the black cotton knickers beneath. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I say, running my hand across her hot skin. She exhales a ragged breath and I catch myself, returning to the game. “Keep reading.”
“Removing the woman’s underwear to—” she stumbles as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her knickers, then ease them down over her hips. The sight of her backside laid bare for me sends a delicious shiver across my skin. I tell myself to focus, to pay attention to Julia’s instruction.
“To what?” I ask, my voice gravelled with want as I massage her naked cheeks.
“Slide a finger inside—”
“No,” I interrupt, releasing the grip of my hand. “Think of the pacing. The build up for the reader.”
Julia makes an exacerbated noise. “I can’t think.”
“Yes, you can. You know how this works.”
“I need you to help me.”
I lightly slap her backside. She lets out a gasp of pleasure. “Like this?”
“Harder.”
I make sure there is a smacking sound when my palm meets her skin again. Julia moans deep in her throat, lifting her hips to my touch. “That’s for stopping,” I whisper, rubbing the bloom of pink on her cheek. “Now be a good girl and tell me what comes next.”
“She knows the woman wants her… she imagines how wet she would be when her… ah—”
Julia breaks off as I shift the angle of my hand, sliding my fingers lower.
“Her hand is between the woman’s thighs…” Julia’s voice fades, but I barely notice. A groan escapes me as my fingers reach the heat of her, realising how unbelievably wet she is.
“Julia,” I breathe, “you are so fucking hot.”
“I told you, I need this,” she says, angling her hips up so my fingers almost slip between her labia.
I withdraw my right hand and plant another smack on her behind. She makes a breathy little oh of pleasure.
“That’s for cheating,” I say, softly, and rub the wetness from my fingers across her flushed skin. “Are you going to be good for me now?”
“Yes,” she says, writhing beneath my hand.
“Perfect.” I graze my fingers down to her thighs again, drawing them apart. “Where were we?”
“The baker’s hands are big so…” Julia gasps as I move back up her thigh. “She knows she will have to warm the woman up… get her ready.”
I reach Julia’s soaking wet entrance, and it takes all of my self-control not to sink my fingers into that heat, to give her what she wants. Instead, I make a sound of encouragement and she continues.
“So, she brings two fingers to her va—oh!”
I follow Julia’s instruction, pressing my forefinger and middle finger to her entrance. Julia moves to encourage me, but I use my free hand to hold her firm against my leg.
“Don’t stop,” I say and she swallows, collects herself.
“Massaging her open.”
“Yes,” I breathe, rubbing my fingers slowly up and down the length of her.
With my free hand, I grab her cheek, hard, and the motion tugs her entrance open for me.
The teasing middle finger of my right-hand slips inside, and Julia makes a half-choked sound.
I indulge myself, sliding in to my first knuckle.
“You’re so wet,” I groan, pressing deeper.
Julia exhales a ragged breath, arching beneath my left hand, but I press her back into my lap. The pressure taking a little of the edge off my own throbbing clit. “How many fingers can she take?” I ask, returning my attention to the game.
“Two,” Julia’s words tremble, “please.”
I slowly slide my middle finger out, then add a second, melting back into her.
“Good girl,” I say, as she clenches around my fingers.
I sweep my palm upward, then back down, enjoying the gorgeous, filthy sounds my fingers make as they move through her wetness. “I want you to do one more thing for me.”
Julia moans as I squeeze her cheek again, sliding my fingers deeper.
“I want you to come for me, Julia.” I curl my fingers inside her, pressing down as she tightens around me.
Julia’s hips rock with the motion of my fingers thrusting into her, slowly at first, but working faster, deeper. She murmurs my name, but the word is cut off as she quickly covers her mouth with a hand.
“Don’t you dare cover your mouth,” I say, slowing my pace, “I want to hear every sound that comes out of those perfect lips.”
Julia releases a loud and shuddering moan as I press down, tugging her closer.
“There you go,” I say, keeping the rhythm steady. “Come hard on my fingers.”
She does as she’s told, clenching tight around my fingers, half screaming my name as she bucks against my hand. I hold her tight across my lap, feeling the trembling orgasm halfway up my arm.
“Gorgeous,” I whisper as she relaxes back against me. I smooth the hair back from her face with my left hand, delighted by the hot pink flush of her lips and cheeks.
“That was really fucking good,” Julia says, voice low and hoarse.
“You were really fucking good,” I smile down at her, stroking her cheek. “You should write that scene down before you forget it.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Julia smiles, “I will never forget that scene.”