13. A True Virgin #2
“Wait, we can do this together,” Clem said, laying her arm atop her belly, two fingers pointing straight up. “Get up on my hand and ride me, then I can do it to you at the same time.” Her light brown eyes darkened as stiff fingers beckoned.
Kizzy grinned down at her while rising to straddle and reposition herself. She faced away from Clem’s face and toward her groin, lowering herself until she reached Clem’s fingers, then helped them find their way in and settled. Reaching to reinsert her own two fingers, she stopped.
“A true virgin’s innocence will stain her wedding sheets,” Kizzy quoted with a chuckle.
She smeared red on the white bedding. “That’s what my mother and the church ladies in the girls bible class told us, anyway.
” She looked over her shoulder at Clem while stroking her thigh.
“It’s gone now, so it shouldn’t hurt anymore, but if it does… ”
“You’ll never know,” said Clem with a growl. She leaned up and used her free hand to slap Kizzy’s bottom, and wiggled the fingers inside her. “Now get to it, woman.”
Surprised by the zing of excitement that buzzed through her at the smack, Kizzy saw an answering one race through Clem at her reaction. She got to it.
With well-moistened ease, she entered Clem and started pumping again, while gliding up and down on the stiff fingers inside her. “Oh, this is a good idea.” She started riding harder, faster, deeper, her fingers doing the same. “Very good,” she moaned, speeding up. “Oh, I like it.”
“Yes, yes,” groaned Clem, thighs spread wide, ass muscles flexed, and hips thrusting up and down.
“Ah… I want, ah, ah,” she panted, “to come with you… ah, ah, you!” Her fingers thrust harder and deeper into Kizzy.
“Come with, oh…” She tensed. “Ooh… come with me!” Every muscle in the hard body flexed; her back bowed, throat arched, and belly strained. “Nowowowwww,” she groaned.
As Clem’s inner walls clenched tight around her fingers, Kizzy humped harder, taking the few final grinds on stiff, rigid fingers, pushing herself over the edge. “Oh… ooh… aii… ee!”
Clem rallied and thrust again, and again, still riding her own orgasm.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.” With each wave, another came faster. “Yeesss!” Kizzy hissed as she rode Clem’s hand like a bucking bronco.
When spent, she rose, turned around, and fell into waiting arms, snuggling in tight. “I… I never…”
Clem nodded, pushing loose hair from Kizzy’s face. “You,” she stammered to a stop, then started again. “You, you’re… you…”
They collapsed in each other’s arms. “That was wonderful,” both said. They laughed at themselves as they snuggled skin to skin.
“Ooh, now I’m hungry.” Kizzy sat up and reached for the slice of wedding cake. She took a bite, chewing with a grin. “What’s the time?”
Clem stretched around her, kissed her shoulder, and reached for her pocket watch, clicking it open.
“Half-past one in the morning.” They heard the bolt being thrown on the hotel doors.
“Everyone’s gone, the place is secure, and the Bates are off to bed.
Soon we’ll be the only two awake.” She grinned at Kizzy, who held a bite of cake out for her.
“No, thank you. I am hungry,” Clem licked her lips, eyes glinting. “But it’s something else I want to taste.”
Kizzy, feeling playful, tucked the bite of cake between her lips and licked the icing from the fork. “Oh, that’s too bad, Clem. I’m pretty sure the kitchen’s closed. You’ll have to wait until the regular cook arrives at five in the morning.”
“I’ve seen her, she looks tough and stringy.
” With a single move, Clem pushed up onto her hands and knees.
“You look sweet and tender.” She sat at Kizzy’s feet, running her hands up and down her legs.
Clem licked her lips, eyeing her naked body and the curly-haired triangle where her legs met.
“Tempting and delicious.” She grinned. “Better finish that cake in a hurry if you don’t want to wear it. One…”
Kizzy knew something would happen when Clem finished counting, and shoved the last bite in her mouth, chewing in a hurry.
“Two…”
She swallowed. The glint in her new husband’s eyes grew lecherous.
Clem gripped both of Kizzy’s ankles. “Three!”
She got Mrs. Bates’ fine china to the bedside table just before Clem hoisted both of her legs high in the air and tugged her down. As her head hit the mattress, Kizzy draped her legs over Clem’s strong shoulders.
A sudden memory made her nipples jump to attention.
“Oh,” she cried, watching the face between her legs.
“I did this once, but it’s been,” she sighed as Clem took the first lick, “a long,” she gasped at the second, “time…” she groaned as firm lips took hold, a soft tongue began lapping, and delicious sensations took over.
“Clem…” she groaned, reaching for and grabbing thick tufts of hair.
“Oh my God, that’s good, so good,” she got out through gritted teeth, belly undulating.
Another memory flashed through Kizzy, drenching her in dread, and leaving her swamped by an overwhelming fear of being discovered. “Wait…” she tugged Clem’s hair, urgent, her body tense, “wait, wait…”
Lifting her head from between her legs, Clem raised curious eyes to hers. “Yes?” Doubt crossed her face. “Did I hurt you? Don’t you like it?”
Kizzy nodded. “I do, but I need something to bite on.” She wriggled her hips with Clem’s hands still holding her.
“The one time someone did this to me… uh… well, I lost my head and got too loud.” She blushed.
“It’s how we got caught. You don’t want Mr. Bates bursting in to see if you’re killing me, so give me something to bite. ”
“This might be the one night they ignore your scream,” Clem chuckled, “but better not risk it.” With a delighted snort, she examined the discarded pile of clothing on the floor and snatched up the lace bridal veil, offering it to her. “I don’t think a little spit will hurt this, do you?”
“It will have to do.”
Impatient eyes watched her fold the veil over several times until she nodded, then Clem dropped her eyes and dove back in.
As her talented tongue provided sensations Kizzy had long forgotten, perhaps only dreamed, she rolled her hips, twitching from side to side. A passionate hunger rose. “Oh, oh yes.”
When Clem’s firm hands took control, holding her in place, Kizzy turned to quivering jelly.
“Do it,” she moaned. And when soft, gentle suction joined the insertion of a fingertip that rimmed her opening, she hissed as the sleeping volcano deep in her belly woke and roared to life.
She shoved the veil into her mouth, and bit.
Kizzy chuffed into the lace until Clem’s firm lapping tongue, with its exquisite softness, rhythmic pressure, and steady stroking, made her throw her head back and howl. “Ah-ah-ah-woo!” She bit the veil and tried to constrain herself, muffling her cries. “Uhhh, uh, uhnnnn!”
Kizzy shuddered, pulling the lace tight as a bridle, champing at the bit. Her eyes squeezed tight, leaking slow tears that wet her cheeks. “Ah, ai, aiieee!” After long moments of exquisite bliss, her hips jumped and twitched as an orgasm launched her to the moon on a strained, silent scream.
“Ai, oh,” she gasped as after-waves crested, one after another. “Ah … ooh…” Blood returned to her brain.
“Oh my God.” Kizzy panted, loosening her thighs to release Clem’s trapped head. “I can’t believe,” she took a deep breath, “I forgot that…” She wriggled her hips. “And you’re so good at it.” She tugged Clem up to kiss her, running both hands up and down her muscular back.
“Teach me all the secrets of your lovemaking.” Kizzy smiled into sensual eyes. “You share them with me, and I’ll practice them on you.” She kissed Clem’s cheek.
Shaggy eyebrows waggled back at her. “I like the sound of that.” Clem yawned, rolling Kizzy onto her side, pulling her hips until her bottom tucked in close to her flat belly, spooning her.
“But first, my eager bride, I need a nap.” Warm breath caressed her ear.
“I haven’t slept since rescuing a foolish girl from rowdies looking for a good time. ”
“Oh,” Kizzy said, “that’s right. I went back to sleep this morning, but you never did. You must be dead on your feet.”
“Not a phrase I would choose,” Clem yawned, “but I do need some shut eye.”
“You use the pillow,” Kizzy pushed it up, “and I’ll use you.” She snuggled back and laid her head on a strong bicep.
Lying naked in Clem’s arms, she listened to her lover’s soft, rhythmic breathing, enjoying the warm weight of her arm around her waist. Kizzy drifted off to sleep dreaming of panning for gold in California wearing nothing but scandalous bloomers as Clem laughed, working beside her with her johnson hanging out.