Chapter Twelve #2
“I know,” I said as I adjusted my leg beneath her palm, coaxing her. “And now I need to get to the bottom of it all, to understand exactly what he has kept from me, how he’s done it and what chance I have of getting my inheritance back.”
“I see,” she said thoughtfully, and to my delight, her fingers started to twirl over my thigh. “But how do we do that without landing you in further trouble?”
“Not just me, you need to stay out of trouble too,” I corrected her, subtly gripping at the table edge to stop myself from squirming beneath her like some crazed wanton.
“And that’s the bit I’m struggling with; the plan needs to be failsafe because God knows what he will do when it all comes to light. ”
“Yes, we need to be long gone or at least have enough of a hold over him to stop him from hurting us.”
“Us...” I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, the way it felt. “Does this mean you will give us a chance when all is said and done?”
She considered me, her fingers working their seductive magic against my skin.
“I mean, just think of all the fun we could have together,” I pushed, excitement lifting away any remaining anxieties, my eyes flitting briefly to where her hands were working me effortlessly into a frenzy. “Freed from all these constraints, the things we could do together...”
“Like what?” she asked teasingly, her eyes lowering to my bare legs and giving me the encouragement I needed to slide across the table and position myself before her.
“I think I should be asking you that, after all, you’re the one with the experience” — brazenly, I parted my legs before her — “I have a feeling you can teach me an awful lot about pleasure...”
“Is that so?” she said, bringing her other hand up to join in, both thighs now reveling in the attention of her delicate touch as she smoothed her palms upward, gently encouraging my thighs to part, my skirt bunching with the move.
“You know it,” I said on a moan, getting high on the thrill of being parted before her and knowing what she was capable of next.
She gave a pleasing sigh. “I certainly would enjoy doing this to you on a regular basis, watching you succumb to my touch, shattering around my fingers, my tongue...”
I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. Her touch was so soft, so tantalizing, her words and the promise they gave, all serving to work the growing ache.
As she reached the top of my thigh, I felt the air sweep across my dampened pussy, my panties parting over the entry of her fingers.
I bucked to draw their touch just where I needed them, my legs tensing as the pleasure started to ripple through me.
“So wet for me already baby,” she stated, acknowledging the slickness that enveloped her, her eyes lifting to mine and captivating me with their excited glow.
“Always for you,” I gasped as I began to wriggle against her, my hands pressing into the table for support.
“Yes, we would have lots of fun,” she said slowly, her thumb circling my throbbing clit while her fingers began to dip inside me, first one finger, then two, then three ... it wasn’t enough, I needed more...
“More, please, God, more,” I cried, I was so close, I could feel it building in my toes, my calves, my thighs.
“You want more, baby?”
My head was shaking back and fore, my fast approaching climax leaving me scarce able to draw breath let alone speak.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is that you’re so quick to succumb to me?” she asked hotly.
“Fuck, Emma, I can’t ... I can’t...” I was trying to warn her that I was going to cum, that I couldn’t take much more but it was so good, so nice...
“Do you really want more?” she pressed.
I had no idea what more would entail, I was sure she had all her fingers deep inside me now, but to hell with rational thought, more sounded God damn perfect.
“Yes!” I threw my head back with the exclamation, my body arching over the table as I thrust my lower body into her, forcing her further inside.
She cursed, her surprise and pleasure at the extremity of my abandoned state, ringing through on the sound. “Hold your legs apart.”
I did as I was told, my body pining for her as she slipped her fingers from within me.
“Good girl,” she said, reaching around the table behind me. “Now close your eyes.”
I didn’t even think to question her, every bit of me desperate for the release I knew was coming.
I sensed her return, her fingers spreading the folds of my pussy apart, and then I felt the cold edge of something hard press against my opening.
Before I had chance to understand what she was about, she thrust the object inside me and I cried out with a pleasure so intense that it bordered on painful.
“Go with it, baby,” she urged, moving the foreign object within me as my cunt clenched wildly about it, my body reveling in the delicious spasms it provoked.
Keen to identify what it was, I opened my eyes and looked down in lustful awe.
Her hand held the bulbous end of a cylindrical candleholder from the table; the remaining inches were buried deep within me.
I watched with fascination as she pulled it back, slick with my juices, its intricate pattern sending ripples of pleasure through me and then she plunged it into me once more, her other hand returning to rub at my clit.
“Fuck!” I cried, my head dropping back as I surrendered to the mind-blowing sensation.
My body quickly became accustomed to the size of the object and I couldn’t get enough.
I thrust against it as I tried to delve it deeper and deeper within me.
Loving how it filled me so completely, how the cold metal had my nerve endings alight deep within while her rhythm over my clit became fierce.
My climax was so ferocious that Emma had to hold the candleholder fast inside me as I came, its presence intensifying every spasm of pleasure as I clenched around it.
It was a while before the tremors subsided, but as I came to, Emma slowly withdrew the candleholder and pulled my yielding body into her arms, crushing her lips to mine.
Eventually I tore my mouth from hers, desperate to pose the question: “Does this mean you’re going to give us a go?”
She laughed. “I would think so.”
“Thank God for that,” I said, awash with relief as my mind turned to the future and what we had to do next to make it happen. “So we just need to come up with a plan then?”
She studied me intently for a moment and then gave me all the hope I needed: “I think I already have...”