5 #3
She added a second finger without asking, stretching Chloe further, fucking them into her in deep, rolling thrusts while her thumb stayed on her clit.
At the same time her other hand moved faster between her own legs.
Her hips rocked against her own fingers.
Soft, low sounds started leaving her throat—hungry, uncontrolled.
Chloe was lost. Every thrust of those fingers, every precise rub over her clit, every broken noise Vespera made while touching herself, drove her higher. Her thighs shook violently. “Yes, yes! Fuck, please, don’t stop—I’m gonna…cum!”
“Cum for me,” Vespera ordered, voice low and strained. “Such a good girl…I need to feel it. Let go.”
She curled her fingers harder, thrusting deeper, thumb working Chloe’s clit in tight, relentless circles. Her own hand moved frantically now.
Chloe shattered.
The orgasm hit hard and deep, ripping through her in long, pulsing waves.
Her back arched clean off the table, a broken, high cry tearing from her throat as she clenched around Vespera’s fingers.
Wetness spilled over the older woman’s hand.
She kept cumming, shaking, moaning helplessly, while Vespera stroked her through every pulse, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as her own breath turned ragged from the way she was touching herself.
“That’s it… Let it go… feel the release. Good girl.”
Chloe couldn’t stop shaking even when the last waves finally began to ease. Vespera’s fingers remained inside her, gently stroking, as if reluctant to leave the tight, fluttering heat.
Chloe’s eyes opened, dazed and dark. She looked down at the older woman—flushed, breathing hard, one hand still moving between her own legs—and something hungry and desperate rose in her chest.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered, voice rough. “Please.”
Vespera’s hand stilled. For a second she just stared at Chloe, pupils blown wide. Then she slowly withdrew her fingers from Chloe’s soaked pussy, and Chloe moaned at the loss. She brought them to her own mouth and licked them clean without breaking eye contact.
Chloe’s stomach clenched all over again.
Vespera stood and reached for the hem of her black top.
She pulled it off in one motion, revealing a simple dark bra that did nothing to hide the full, heavy shape of her breasts or the hard points of her nipples.
She unhooked it and let it fall. The silver belly-button ring caught the light.
Her olive skin was flushed across her chest.
Chloe pushed herself up on unsteady arms, still naked and glistening, and reached for her.
Her hands landed on Vespera’s waist first, then slid up to cup the full weight of her breasts. She had never touched another woman’s breast before. They were softer than she expected, warm, the nipples tight under her palms. Vespera made a low, hungry sound and leaned into the touch.
“Fuck,” Vespera breathed. “Yes—”
Chloe leaned forward and took one dark nipple into her mouth, sucking greedily, still half-dazed from her own orgasm but already aching to make Vespera feel even a fraction of what she’d just felt.
Her hands fumbled at the waistband of Vespera’s trousers.
Vespera helped her, shoving them down along with her underwear in one impatient motion.
She stepped out of them and climbed onto the table, straddling Chloe’s thigh. Her pussy was hot and slick where it pressed against Chloe’s skin. The neat landing strip brushed Chloe’s stomach as she settled higher.
“Fuck…” Chloe moaned. “Oh my god…”
Chloe’s hands roamed everywhere she could reach—over the curve of Vespera’s ass, up her back, back to her breasts—while she kept her mouth on her, licking and sucking, learning the taste of her skin.
Vespera rocked against her thigh, leaving a wet trail, one hand tangled in Chloe’s hair, the other bracing on the table.
“That’s it,” Vespera murmured, voice rough with need. “Just like that… you’re a natural.”
Chloe moaned against her breast, already wet again, desperate. “I want…” She trailed off.
“What do you want, Chloe?”
“To… taste you.” Chloe couldn’t believe her own words.
She came into the spa totally straight, and nervous about laying on a massage table naked.
Now, she was practically begging to eat her therapist’s pussy after the hardest orgasm of her life.
It was like her brain was high jacked, and she was no longer in charge of her own decisions.
Vespera didn’t make her wait.
She swung a leg over Chloe’s head and settled into a sixty-nine position, lowering her hips until her wet, flushed pussy hovered right above Chloe’s mouth.
The neat landing strip brushed Chloe’s lips.
The scent of her was stronger up close—warm, clean, unmistakably aroused.
Chloe’s hands came up automatically, gripping the soft backs of Vespera’s thighs.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. A dripping wet, musky pussy was hovering right about her eager mouth, and Chloe could no longer think properly.
“Taste me,” Vespera said, voice rough. Then she leaned forward and put her mouth on Chloe.
The first long, slow lick through Chloe’s still-sensitive folds made her cry out against Vespera’s skin. Vespera hummed in approval and did it again, dragging her tongue from entrance to clit with devastating patience, then sealing her lips around the swollen bud and sucking gently.
Chloe’s mind went white.
She pulled Vespera down the rest of the way and dragged her tongue through the slick heat above her.
The taste flooded her mouth—clean, slightly sweet, addictive.
She licked again, clumsier than Vespera but desperate, spreading her open with her hands so she could get deeper.
When she found the swollen clit she focused there, swirling her tongue the way Vespera was doing to her.
Vespera’s hips jerked. A low, broken moan vibrated against Chloe’s pussy.
“Fuck—yes, just like that—”
They moved together in a slow, filthy rhythm.
Vespera’s mouth was expert—long strokes, firm suction, the occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made Chloe’s thighs clamp around her head.
Chloe tried to mirror her, licking and sucking, getting lost in the heat and wetness and the way Vespera’s legs trembled on either side of her head.
Every time Vespera moaned into her it sent another spike of pleasure straight through Chloe’s core.
Oil and sweat and arousal mixed on their skin. The belly-button ring brushed Chloe’s stomach when Vespera shifted. Soft, wet sounds filled the room—licking, sucking, the helpless moans neither of them tried to hold back anymore.
Chloe was already building again, faster than before, overstimulated and aching.
Vespera seemed to feel it. She pushed two fingers back into Chloe while she sucked her clit, curling them in time with her tongue.
At the same time, she ground her own pussy down against Chloe’s mouth, riding her tongue in short, needy rolls of her hips.
“Don’t stop,” Vespera gasped against her. “I’m close—make me cum with that pretty mouth—”
Chloe moaned and licked harder, sucking Vespera’s clit between her lips, hands gripping her ass to hold her in place. Vespera’s thighs started to shake. Her mouth grew messier, more desperate on Chloe’s pussy, fingers thrusting deeper.
They were both right there—panting, trembling, tongues and fingers working frantically—when Vespera suddenly pulled her mouth away just long enough to growl:
“I’m cumming…cum with me baby. Now.”
Then she dropped her mouth back down and sucked Chloe’s clit hard, fingers curling deep, while her own hips ground against Chloe’s tongue.
Chloe shattered again with a muffled cry, pleasure ripping through her even harder than the first time.
The contractions pulled Vespera over with her.
The older woman came with a long, broken moan, thighs clamping around Chloe’s head, pussy pulsing against her mouth as she rode it out in shaky waves.
They stayed like that for several long seconds—mouths still on each other, bodies trembling—before Vespera finally eased off and collapsed onto her side on the narrow table, breathing hard.