31. Jonto #3
Tearing herself away from those perfect breasts, Jonto sat to pull off her boots and then completely removed her breeches and stockings.
With them both fully naked now, she lay partially on top of Isla and resumed her work on her breasts.
She devoured first one, then the other, while Isla writhed beneath her.
She moved up to bite and suck at the exposed skin of her neck, eliciting soft gasps and moans as her fingers alternated between softly kneading those breasts and pinching the nipple until Isla rose up and begged for more.
Placing her knee between Isla’s legs, Jonto pushed them wide before settling her core down onto that soft, soft thigh.
She rocked slowly against her, her need growing each time she slid up Isla’s leg.
Wanting Isla’s first time to be a magical experience, Jonto paused momentarily, took her mouth from her throat, and looked up into eyes made impossibly dark from desire. “Tell me to stop any time, and I will.”
“Don’t stop, Jonto. I feel so—” Isla pulled in a strangled breath and pushed up with her thigh into Jonto’s core.
Though Jonto knew she needed to slow her growing desire, her body rubbed against Isla’s leg of its own accord, spreading a slick wetness over her thigh at the same time she gently ran her finger between Isla’s folds.
The amount of wetness surprised her, and she slid her finger up and down, passing over the opening several times before stopping at the entrance.
“Has anyone told you there might be some pain the first time I slide my finger into you?”
Isla’s groan was deep and desperate. “No, but I don’t think I can stand it if you don’t.”
Jonto slid one finger in, moving slowly at first, wanting to introduce her gradually to the sensual pleasures of the flesh.
Isla’s hips rose and fell each time the finger moved. She drew the knee Jonto wasn’t riding to her chest and spread it wide, opening herself up shamelessly while moaning and writhing in time to Jonto’s gentle ministrations.
Jonto moved off Isla’s thigh and slipped between her legs. She placed her hand beneath the thigh slick with her wetness and pushed that leg up as well, allowing Isla to grasp her own knees and greedily thrust her opening onto her finger.
Jonto gently increased the rhythm until she added a second finger, using them both, filling the swollen flesh several times before thrusting them all the way inside.
Isla stiffened until Jonto resumed the steady in and out and whispered, “Shhh, feel your body, Isla. Relax and let me bring you pleasure.” After a time, Isla began rocking up as Jonto pushed in and then relaxed back as she pulled her fingers out, ran them through the slickness, and drove them back in again.
Isla’s rough spot was easy to find, and when Jonto curled her fingers up and rubbed, Isla gasped and grabbed Jonto’s shoulders with strong, slender fingers.
When Jonto’s thumb circled the hard, swollen gem between her legs, Isla lowered her feet to give herself purchase.
Her hips bucked up off the bed, and her thighs shook as Jonto’s fingers rubbed and caressed and pumped in and out with a steady rhythm.
Jonto lowered her mouth onto Isla’s breast and sucked the nipple deep inside.
That was the final act that had Isla screaming while her body tumbled over the abyss into a long, sensuous orgasm that sucked on Jonto’s fingers as Isla’s flesh swelled around them.
Isla shuddered and bucked against her hand as bolts shot through her in wave after wave of pure hedonistic bliss.
As the orgasm subsided, Jonto, who couldn’t get enough of the warm flesh between Isla’s legs, curled her fingers to feel that magically roughened spot a second time.
To her delight, Isla’s hand moved between them, and her finger found Jonto’s slit, but this time a mischievous look filled her wife’s eyes.
“Lucky for you, Lord Jontoreaux, I always was a fast learner.” Her finger slid through the wetness, up and back, before hesitantly slipping inside.
One finger wasn’t nearly enough, though. The steady pulsing between her legs demanded she let Isla know. “Use three fingers, Isla, please, and don’t be afraid to pump them into me as hard as you like. I—” Jonto gasped as Isla did precisely as requested. “Yes, harder. Harder.”
Isla’s enthusiasm shocked Jonto, whose fingers slipped out from between Isla’s legs so she could grab those slender shoulders with both hands and hang on.
She moved her legs so her knees straddled Isla’s hips and pressed her face into the soft skin of that long, aristocratic neck.
Despite Isla neglecting her most sensitive spot, she brought Jonto to the edge and, with one final thrust, sent her tumbling over.
As her body clenched around those fingers, Jonto’s knees slipped toward the end of the bed, and her legs stretched straight as she rode out the waves with Isla’s hand held firmly between her thighs.
When she finally relaxed, Isla slowly removed her fingers and ran her hand into Jonto’s hair. “That was....” she shook her head and was only able to come up with a single word, “…incredible.”
Jonto smiled, knowing exactly what she had planned for the remainder of the night.
“You’re incredible, Isla, but you should know the night has only begun, and there are so many more ways I intend to pleasure you before the morning arrives.
” She moved up and kissed Isla tenderly, smiling as the lady rolled her over and moved down to her breasts.
“I quite liked the taste of these, My Lord, if you don’t mind. ”
Jonto most definitely didn’t mind.