8. Flora
Flora
Jaz spots the cucumber in my hand as her eyes widen. Something that looks like a cross between excitement and concern flashes across her face, as her chest heaves.
“The second I saw you holding this cucumber, I knew I wanted to use it on you,” I rub it against her damp folds, “do you want that, Honey? Do you want to cum on the end of it and then lick it off for me?”
She nods as her sun-kissed cheeks turn a whole new shade of red, out of embarrassment.
“Yes, Ma’am. Please use it on me.” She nearly begs, which sends a zing of arousal to my clit, causing it to pulse.
The tip of the cucumber coats in her arousal as I run it over her folds and down to her opening. “Do you deserve it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Does she really? Or do I just want to see her come undone like I have dreamt about a thousand times?
I work the rounded tip of the green log into her core. Jasmine lets out a whimper, then bites her bottom lip, in hopes of suppressing herself.
“No, don't do that, Honey. I want to hear you scream for me,” I tell her, as I work the nearly two-inch wide object in and out of her.
An exciting new idea pops into my head when I realize there is at least a foot of cucumber left, after filling her.
She stills as my hand leaves the object, and I swing my legs over hers. Sitting down between her thighs, tucking one leg under hers and the other overtop. I center my core over the remaining part of the cucumber.
“We are both going to cum on this, together. I want you to cover it and me in your sweet nectar. Got it?” I ask, as I sink onto the vegetable like it's a two-sided dildo.
My pussy stretches around it, while I start to rock my hips, showing her what to do. I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hard bud, lapping my tongue over it.
“Fuck, Flora, that feels so damn good.” I watch her head drop back through hooded eyes
This is all I have wanted for months. I dreamt of how she would look with my mouth on her nipples. But nothing could prepare me for seeing her at this moment. The pure lust and desire clear on her face, with the overhead lights and vines, cast her in a magical glow and presence.
“I’m going to… to cum, Ma’am.”
My mouth pops off her rock-hard bud, so I can say, “No, not until I say so. Hold it in, Honey.”
She clenches her eyes shut, no doubt trying to focus on anything but cuming, this way she can be a good girl for me.
The two of us move in unison, letting our combined juices create a puddle on the floral sheets below.
I let the sounds of her moans and the birds chirping through the speakers take me to the perfect spot. “Ready, Honey?”
Her eyes pop open, a rogue tear rolling down her right cheek as she says, “Yes, Ma’am.”
My hand cups her cheek as I use my thumb to wipe away her tears, saying, “Look at me, Honey. You're perfect, this is perfect.”
My praises do their job, sending her over the edge as I kiss her passionately on the lips.
I follow suit, letting my orgasm crash through me, soaking the bed and her lap in my juices, just as she did me.
She sniffles, wrapping her arms around my neck, the cucumber still wedged between us in our pussies. But I don't care, I’m not moving an inch and chancing ruining this momentous moment.
“Flora…” Her tender, vulnerable voice breaks the sound of our heavy breathing.
“Yes, Honey?”
“I…” she pauses, pulling her arms from around my neck.
Glancing at her, I can tell she is struggling to express her feelings. “It’s okay, Jaz. You can tell me anything.”
I give her a quick peck on the lips, hoping to encourage her to speak her mind.
Her chest heaves as she sucks in a deep breath, and on the exhale, she says, “I think I love you.”
Her words land between us like a thousand-pound pumpkin, sucking all the air out of my lungs.
She can't possibly, really mean that…But what if she does?
“Honey… Jaz, do you really mean it?”
Her bright blue eyes land on mine as she says, “Yes, Ma’am, and I think I have for a while now.”
Well shit.
I pull myself off the cucumber, then take it out of her. Tossing it onto the floor, not giving a single fuck that it’s rolled under my bed.
She smiles at me as I pull her into my arms, laying her head on my chest. Petting the top of her head, I whisper, “I love you too, Honey. Now rest, that's just round one.”