15. Boundaries #2
“Come for me, pretty girl,” Nadine begged as she increased her pressure.
When she curled her fingers deeper, Zaire’s squirt ran down her hands and onto the floor.
Satisfied, Nadine removed her hands, licking them, savoring the taste.
She beckoned Zaire to open her mouth, sliding her fingers inside so she could taste herself.
“See how good you taste? Better than anything I could ever fucking bake,” declared Nadine. She slowly moved back, easing onto the bed. She removed her bra, freeing her breasts as Zaire gazed hungrily. “Come here, love.”
Zaire’s panties were soaked. She slipped out of them as she followed Nadine to the bed.
She pulled down Nadine’s panties, the seat of which was a wet, creamy mess.
Nadine watched as Zaire took them off and proceeded to lick the seat of them clean.
Her pussy clenched at the sight of her devouring her that way.
“Damn, you’re wild,” Nadine said with a slight chuckle.
“Only for you, Cookie. But I need a better taste.” Zaire knelt down and parted Nadine’s legs. Worried, Nadine placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Uhm, I haven’t shaved in a minute.”
Zaire’s quirked a brow. “And? I think maybe you’ve forgotten that I actually like pussy. Especially your pussy.”
“Fine,” chuckled Nadine. “But you can’t have all the fun. I want to get to taste you too.”
Zaire smirked. “You read my mind.”
Nadine moved to the middle of the bed, laying horizontally across it.
Zaire climbed up her body, peppering kisses along the way until she turned her body to position her pussy over Nadine’s face.
A pretty pussy and a juicy ass in her face?
Nadine was in heaven. She inhaled, the scent of Zaire making her wetter by the second.
She could see the glint of the barbell on Zaire’s hood, beckoning her to feast.
Zaire lowered herself onto Nadine’s hot, wet mouth as she bent down and began simultaneously sucking her with a fury.
Nadine gripped Zaire’s ass, spreading her cheeks apart and dipping her tongue into her center.
She tasted like pure honey, raw and sweet.
She sucked, slurped, and hummed against Zaire’s pussy, juices of her arousal dripping down her face. But she wanted more. Needed more.
Nadine swiped her ravenous tongue near Zaire’s asshole, and she bucked against her face with a moan. She had to smile to herself that she had that effect on her. She did it again, and Zaire let out a scream.
“Fuck, Cookie, you nasty bitch!”
Nadine chuckled. She’d never been called that before.
If it’s nasty that she wanted, I could give it to her.
Nadine focused her tongue and lips on Zaire’s clit, teasing the pierced pearl until she could feel it engorge on her tongue.
That wasn’t enough for Nadine. She wanted her to feel her.
To own to her. Claim her. She pushed her finger inside Zaire’s hot box, pumping and sucking until Zaire’s task of eating her pussy was all but forgotten.
But Zaire reminded her that she knew how to take care of her while being taken care of as soon as Nadine felt her sex being breeched by her adept fingers. They were meeting each other stroke for stroke, the sounds of their equally wet pussies creating a heated soundtrack of lust, want, and need.
“Come for me, Z,” Nadine begged. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
As if Nadine had the magic words, Zaire squirted all over her tongue and fingers.
She devoured it, relishing the thrill that she was the one to bring her to ecstasy.
Zaire’s body stilled as she came down from her orgasm, her thighs and ass shaking.
It was a glorious sight. She moved to lay next to Nadine, seeming to catch her breath, then looked over at her with a smile.
“Are you good?” asked Nadine.
“Perfect,” Zaire answered. “But we ain’t done till you come too.”
Zaire got up, then straddled Nadine sideways.
She watched as Zaire spit on her hand, then rubbed her already throbbing pussy.
Nadine’s breath hitched as she anticipated what was going to happen.
Tribbing was something she hadn’t done in decades.
Internally, she was thanking God her old bones weren’t on top. She wasn’t sure if she’d be effective.
“I wanna make you feel so good, Nadine,” Zaire said as she began to rock her hips. “I want to feel you come like this.”
Nadine moaned, feeling the slickness between them.
She could hear the sound of them together, their breathing in time, with the squelching of their juices pooling between them.
Their clits, their bodies rubbing together, was driving Nadine crazy.
She loved Eddie, God knows she did. But he could never make her feel this way or this good.
“Shit, I’m coming,” Nadine cried, feeling the heat pool in her belly as her orgasm rocketed through her.
Her body shivered as if ice and heat were both running through her veins.
When she calmed down, Zaire lifted off of her.
She looked down, swiping a finger through Nadine's pussy, which was glazed like a Krispy Kreme donut.
“We taste so fucking good together, Cookie,” moaned Zaire, as she sucked her fingers. “Don’t you want a taste?”