Epilogue I - Lucy #2
“Please, please, please just let me come!”
She hums, still toying with my body, “And why should I do that?”
“Because,” I force out, almost too lost in the sensations to speak, “I belong to you, Goddess, and I am begging you to let me come. Please, please, please…” I keep whispering my repeated pleas until she captures my lips with her own.
“What a good girl,” she whispers against my lips before her fingers start fucking me in earnest. She recaptures my lips and the taste of myself on her mouth in combination with her finally ending the teasing is enough to send me hurtling over the edge, my body practically convulsing with my release.
She swallows my moans and fucks me through the wave, wringing every last shudder out of me.
I finally relax, a small smile gracing my lips.
“That’s one,” she says, before shifting on the bed again.
“What?” My head pops up in shock.
She ignores me, reaching up to remove my blindfold, “Now that you’ve let me claim you, I suppose you can see my face,” she muses, settling back between my legs with a wicked grin on her face as I blink down at her.
“Oh, Princess, you didn’t think I was going to let you get away with just one, did you?
I still want you to come all over my face.
” Before I can respond, she dives back into feasting on my cunt, startling a cry from me as the heightened sensitivity threatens to overwhelm me.
Her moans and mine intermingle as she brings me back to the edge. Instead of stopping, this time she simply presses onward, devouring me as my second orgasm wracks through my body.
“Fuck!” I yell, squirming and pulling at the restraints. I know she’s not done yet, though. She proves me right by not even stopping; she takes me higher and higher until another orgasm washes over me, a deep guttural moan escaping my mouth. “Fuck, please, no more, Goddess.”
Her answering grin is filled with mischief, but she says nothing as she starts lightly lapping at me again, starting the process over. Gently working me through the pinpricks from being overstimulated, she starts my slow build up to another climax, this one gentler, but she still keeps going.
“Goddess, do you have a specific number in mind or something?” I give a breathy laugh and she tightens her grip on my thigh with one hand while the other dips below the bed to get who knows what. We discussed the scenario, but she still has a good bit of leeway to work with.
“Hmm, I was thinking eight. So we are about halfway there.”
“Halfw—?” My exclamation is cut off by another breathy mix between a moan and a whimper, my hands twitching forward, dying to be buried in her hair.
This time, however, I also hear the buzz of a vibrator and feel her face jerk against me, her moan vibrating through my clit: she is making herself come while eating me out and I have never seen anything hotter in my entire life.
Almost immediately, another orgasm overtakes me. Her smirk against my pussy fades as her breath speeds up, her own pleasure beginning to overwhelm her. Suddenly, all I want is to feel her fall apart with her face buried between my thighs.
“Goddess, please, I want you to come too. For me,” I moan obscenely, arching my body so that my dripping cunt is pressed against her lips. “Please, I want to see you lose control. Show me what my devotion and pleasure do to you. Please.”
I feel her breath hitch against my core and hear her let out a breathy chuckle, her hand on my thigh trailing down to my entrance and slipping inside once again, “I will, but not before you give me another orgasm. Give me your pleasure, Princess. Show me how your Goddess commands your body. Show, me now.” At her last word, her fingers crook upward, stroking my G-spot, and her mouth goes back to lavishing attention on my clit.
Merely seconds later, my muscles are contracting as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, my sixth orgasm of the evening drawing a louder cry from my throat.
In the midst of my pleasurable haze, I feel Cherry’s face jerk against me again, this time a loud moan escaping from her as well and I crane my neck to watch her face flush as she comes all over the vibrator.
As she rides out her own orgasm, her mouth moves frantically over my pussy and I cry out again, the overstimulation being a little too much to handle at the present moment.
She draws away, her breath ragged, and gives both of us a brief reprieve.
While I am catching my breath, she turns off the vibrator and shifts up to kneel on the bed between my spread thighs.
She reaches over and releases my ankles from the leather cuffs and gently helps me move the stiff joints at my knees and hips.
I look at her, confused, but she says nothing.
Once she is satisfied, she presses my legs towards my chest, grabs the vibrator, and lines everything up so the wand is pressed against both of our clits.
As soon as the understanding dawns across my face, she turns on the toy.
The vibrations are overwhelming after six orgasms, but she starts low only increasing the vibrations once I moan.
Her smirk has been replaced with a fiery determination and excessive amounts of lust and desire.
As she clicks up the vibrations another level, we both moan simultaneously; the harmony of pleasure sends my head reeling and the orgasm I thought she wouldn’t be able to wring from my body is suddenly close to overtaking me.
“Come for me, Princess. Let go,” she moans and shifts the wand so it is more solidly pressed against my clit.
“Fuck!” I scream as I lose control once again, bucking against the wand.
I hear Cherry’s moans as well, but she doesn’t take the vibrator away.
Instead, she increases the vibrations and I scream again as she sends us both straight into another orgasm.
The feelings overwhelm me past anything I have ever experienced and my vision goes dark.
***
When I come to, I am uncuffed and wrapped in a blanket with Aria stroking my hair and face, whispering encouragements. As I shift and groan, her face comes into view.
“How’re you feeling, Princess?” she asks and I can tell there is an undercurrent of nervousness in her tone. I smile and my eyes slip closed again as I hum my pleasure and snuggle further into her side. She huffs a laugh then leans down to press a kiss against my temple. “Hungry?”
“Hell yeah,” I say, my voice a bit hoarse, but still obviously riding the endorphin high. “Pizza?”
“Yeah, I’ll order from Moretti’s,” she laughs, leaning down again, but this time pressing a kiss to my lips. I sigh contentedly and drift off again while we wait for our pizza. “Love you, Princess.”
“Love you, Cherry.”