16. June #2
“Okay…” June pushed her head up to kiss Miquela, reveling in how her tongue felt in her mouth, and Sette’s tongue felt parting waiting nether lips.
She moaned against Miquela, legs pulling up into the chair so Sette could do whatever she wanted.
Keep it up, and I’ll get on my knees . June was starting to enjoy herself now…
thinking about Miquela’s reaction to her drooling over Sette and vice versa.
How hard could she make her women take her?
I want them both. Now. She grabbed Sette’s hair and held her against her folds.
A nose nuzzled her, invigorated by her scent.
All she wanted was to throw herself into lovemaking.
Not making love to Sette, but making love to the woman exploring the depths of her throat with one of the most powerful tongues in the world.
June found Miquela’s zipper and started pulling it down.
“Hold on,” she said, giving June one more kiss before removing her hand. “It’s not time for that yet. Slow down for once, would you?”
“Can’t. Only got two speeds.” She smiled against Miquela’s lips – then trembled against Sette’s. Every time her tongue rolled up her slit, June whined, her brain trying to formulate proper words. “Fast and furious and sweet and slow. I’m too horny for the latter.”
“You hear that down there? Pick it up a bit. Our woman’s got needs.”
“That’s right.” June lightly thrust against Sette’s face. “You want to please a woman like me? You’re gonna have to step it up a bit.”
Sette rose to that occasion. She went from teasing to full-blown tongue work.
June closed her eyes and let her women do whatever they wanted to her.
Apparently, they had a plan. A plan that could go by the wayside once they were in bed, but a plan, nonetheless.
Who was June to say what they should or should not do?
She had final authority if she really didn’t like something, but both Sette and Miquela should know her well enough by now to know her hard limits.
Two women she loved, wanting a piece of her at the same time? Bring it on!
“I think she’s going to come,” Miquela said, pinching June’s nipple within her blouse. June threw herself into her first orgasm of the day, Sette’s tongue moving between her folds one moment, stimulating her clit the next. June gave in. Caved in. Died. “She is definitely coming.”
It was over too soon. Sette licked her tongue down the length of June’s thigh before sitting back on her knees with a look that said, “I’d do that again if you asked.” Maybe some other time. “Thanks for the warning. Couldn’t taste or feel it for myself.”
“Had to make sure you really knew what you were doing. How would I know? For all I know, you’re a dirty liar.”
As lovely as it was to hear her girlfriends’ banter, June was soon too taken in by the buttons on Miquela’s shirt to care. “So what else you guys got?” she asked, melting into the chair. Her legs slipped off the edge, feet landing on the floor.
Miquela kissed her forehead before snatching the bottle of wine and an empty glass. Both went with her to another chair on the side of the room. “I’m taking a break. Let the other woman have you first. ‘Cause I’m noble like that.”
Although June giggled to have Sette hover over her, she sneered in Miquela’s direction. “Cocky bitch, ain’t she?”
“You have no idea.” June tugged on the collar of Sette’s blouse. “She wants a show.”
What Miquela wanted was never revealed. She was too busy pouring herself something to drink while Sette lifted June out of her chair.
“I don’t care if she wants to watch me turn you inside out. She’ll get what I feel like giving.” June landed with a heavy puff! on the hotel bed. Sette shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the other side of the bedroom. “I only feel like giving you things, lovely. Whatever you want.”
June stole a look at Miquela. She thinks she looks so unbothered! “I want you, Sette. Because I love you… and the way you touch me.”
Neither of them looked at Miquela. Not while Sette slammed her hands on either side of June and wordlessly promised to give her every bit of love inside of her. June batted her eyelashes – as if that was necessary to make the woman want her.
“I love you, too. Funny how that works.”
They kissed tenderly at first, indulging in the softer, sweeter side of love before plunging headfirst into what they really wanted to do. Sex. Desire. Heat. June expected no less, and she knew Sette did, too.
“You’re both killing me with the sap,” Miquela called from her chair. “Do something, already, if you’re good enough!”
Sette looked over her shoulder. “Is that a challenge?”
June turned Sette’s head back toward her. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just mad that she’s not going first.”
“Forget that!” Miquela was making short work of that drink. “I’m doing her a favor! Besides, she’s warming you up for me. You think she’s going to leave you satisfied before I have a taste of you? Ha!”
“I think that was a challenge.”
The burning gaze of undying desire flaring between them was almost enough to knock June out. Instead, she gently shoved Sette to the side and sat up on the edge of the bed. “You get to take off either my top or bottom. The other is saved for her.”
“The woman speaks of fairness.”
That same burning gaze traveled from June’s cleavage to her skirt. “I want the bottoms. Why wouldn’t I want the bottoms? They get in the way.”
“Promises, promises.”
Because she couldn’t stand to be picked on without any kind of retribution, Sette made a long show of undressing their courtesan from the waist down.
First came the zipper in the back. Then the long, arduous process of pulling that fun and flirty fabric down her legs, revealing the blue thong for Miquela to admire as well. As if that would last long!
“Ass,” June mumbled, elbows propping her up while Sette snagged her teeth around the elastic of her thong and pulled it down her thigh. Her cold, dark eyes never once left June’s. “You’re a damned ass, and I love you.”
As soon as Sette dropped the thong on the floor, June grabbed her by the shoulders and encouraged her to come back up on the bed.
While it was certainly possible that Miquela’s presence made Sette so…
intense… it was as likely many reasons. The celebration of their life, love, and circumstances.
The mighty need they both shared to lose themselves in each other.
June was anxious to show off the fireworks they could set off together.
Who knew that Miquela watching could get her this worked up?
To June’s great relief, Sette did not have performance anxiety. She discovered this when Sette murmured in June’s ear to take off her clothes.
Kinda hard to do with Sette all over her, kissing this, squeezing that, trying so hard to find June’s center before losing herself to the moment.
Eventually, June had to shove her off again and get on top of her…
but not before catching a glance of approval from Miquela.
“There’s my Amazonian devil, up to no good with the female populace. Have fun, sweetie.”
She would have fun. Starting with freeing Sette from her clothes, fully ready for the whole room to see. Nobody flinched.
June stared Sette down, her hands roaming as she watched her steel herself in the middle of the bed. For the briefest second, June thought she had the upper hand. Then Sette snatched her hair and sat up, forcing her head back. She did not let go.
“Let’s make one thing straight,” Sette warned her. “When you’re with us, we’re in control. Do you understand?”
Whoa, whoa… It wasn’t what she said. It was who said it.
June expected that kind of talk from Miquela.
Sette found other ways to express her dominance.
Outright telling June that she was in control?
Was it the extra tension in the room? Either way, I’m getting hot .
Sette Christie could do whatever she wanted to June.
Or make her do whatever Sette wanted. Win-win!
“Yes, ma’am,” June said, legs easing over the edge of the bed until she knelt on the floor. She was glad to have Sette meet her halfway. “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.” She couldn’t contain a grin. “And hers. Mostly yours right now.”
“What I want is for you to make me want you more than I already do right now, and to make that living clit-flick jealous.”
“All I heard was clit-flick , ma’am.” You know, like what I’m doing right now. For you, no less . “I don’t know what else you could be talking about.”
Sette’s fingers dug into June’s scalp. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Indeed, June did. She also liked the way Sette was getting rough with her. Not enough to deny who she really was, but enough to get excited.
June accepted one last kiss from her before sinking completely onto her knees and pressing close to her.
She was not a woman who became embarrassed in the bedroom.
If anything, she loved a good challenge.
But that was when she was with clients. When she had emotional distance from the ones she pleasured.
Sette and Miquela were different enough beasts on their own.
Together? June was torn between being a performer and a simple lover.
She wanted to boast with her heart, not with her brain.
She wanted to give herself to both, separately, at the same time, whatever.
Except it wasn’t easy to switch off with two women present.
She was aware that someone watched… and probably got off on it.
This was what the three of them signed up for, whether they ever saw it coming or not.
I sure as hell didn’t . June had never been in a ménage where both lovers were new to one another…
let alone strangers in every sense but literal.