I do not own the characters and no profit made with this.
Rated M for spilled spice. 'Betsy, give me back the cinnamon stick…Now!'
I debated hard and long over how explicit to go with this tale, and I decided to stick with the scope of my usual smut. I don't find medical body descriptions sexy.. Sorry you erotica lovers.
Hidden Intimacy
Chapter Three:
Revelation
"Lie on your back Olivia," I command as my chest heaves, trying to supply my pulsing body sufficient oxygen and almost failing. My vision swims as I stare at the two lovers resting before me. They are gasping for breath, mouths parted and nostrils slightly flaring with each noisy inhale.
My blood pulses, flows fast through my veins, flushing my skin with tingling warmth.
The fire flickers light upon their glistening skin as they shift positions. And I lick my lips at the sight, imagining the salty taste coating my tongue. My forehead muscles tense because I am not allowed to participate in this feast of the senses.
I am an observer; a voyeur to their caresses. I want more. Need the visceral release again.
"Alex, I'd like you both to disrobe." The request echoes around the silent room. Maybe my Venus is shy?
I'm not.
I stare as deep blue eyes glaze over, long-lashed eyelids hood with desire. Maybe she isn't shy either.
With a dry throat, I say, "you promised me a no barriers viewing."
Glistening lips lift in a half-smile. "So I did."
My Venus scoots forward and straddles Olivia. Smooth, long thighs encase slim hips in a squeezing embrace. I am envious. Wetness once again pools between my thighs, warming my hand still nestled between smooth, fleshy lips.
My Venus glances down at her lover as she reaches out with able fingers to flick open the buttons on a deep blue oxford. Well proportioned breasts greet my hazy eyes and a gasp escapes my mouth.
"Perfect," I murmur, watching as slim hands gently remove the silk shirt from strong and very broad shoulders. My Venus lifts Olivia up roughly to pull the shirt off her arms. She smiles as she then tosses it over towards me.
My eager hand seeks the shirt and I oblige. Soft silk strokes my skin as my fingers clutch the still warm fabric. The fabric emit's a sweet scent which I greedily inhale. It's the scent of Olivia and my Venus combined.
Replenished liquid heat drips, totally soaks my fingers, causing a groan to softly escape my mouth. Needing more sensual satisfaction, I bring the silk up to my mouth, to my nose and to my cheek to smell and feel what my audience felt. The silk is smooth and so warm against my palm.
I look up to meet two pairs of dark eyes watching me. My hardness tickles my fingertip as it swells.
"Now you Alex. Take off your clothes… All of them." The smile remains on both pairs of deep pink lips. I laugh at their glee. My loins flutter against my fingers as I wait for her to undress. Just one hard stroke and I'll be at the precipice again, but I wait for my two exquisite actors to repeat my script.
I feel as if I've waited for this my whole life. Sweet liquid gathers in my mouth as I watch deep blue watching me. My Goddess is about to step out of her mortal casing and reveal herself to my lustful eyes. There is no shame in her gaze. I penetrate her with my gaze and she is opening herself for me willingly.
My palms cup my soaked mound harder, the muscles jumping with anticipation.
My Venus kisses her lover softly, affirming their bond. Then she stands up to do my bidding. My breath catches as I watch. Blue eyes twinkle at me as she stands before me, posing for me and for her lover. Deft fingers flicker, twist, and slide over her body as they remove her clothes. Inch by creamy inch is revealed to my eyes.
"So perfect," I say softly, barely above a whisper.
"She is isn't she?" Olivia asks from her position on the floor. Turning her hooded eyes towards me, she gazes at me with triumph in her dark, lust-glazed eyes; a woman that knows she has my Venus, and has the right to claim my Goddess as her own. I must acquiesce her claim in silence. Their bond is out of my grasp. Invisible chains bind me to this brown couch, my will drowning and my desire locking me in place. I squirm my hips, fighting against the self-imposed bindings.
I squeeze the silk clutched between my fingers and watch with unblinking eyes as my naked Venus saunters towards me. The saliva pools on my tongue and I swallow it to avoid drooling. I am the director of this loving play and I am in control. My body fights me though, muscles jumping and twitching with my heated lust.
"Show me how much you appreciate her Olivia," my husky voice shakes. My tongue tickles my bottom lip, the tip twirling along the bumpy skin.
"How?" she burrs, voice vibrating deep in her throat. "How would you like to see Alex release for us?"
"Your… mouth. I'd like to see her release against your mouth." Firelight flickers off her glistening eyes as our eyes remain together. I gulp and break away. My eyes find downcast blue and my tongue forms the words without my conscience interfering, "straddle her mouth Alex."
That's what I want. I want to see my Venus be human, and release her pleasure against her lover's mouth. My eyes go dark as my lids drift shut. A moan from deep in my chest, hidden within my lungs bubbles out of my mouth. The sound startles me, and I open my eyes to see soft thighs enveloping red cheeks in an affectionate embrace.
Part of me wants to look away from the tender scene before me, letting my players love in privacy. The controlling part of me which led me to this warm room, soft couch, and sensual pleasure squashes the shyness within me.
I knew what I was in for when I stepped into this room and I am staying here until I am satisfied. And I won't be satisfied until I see my Venus embrace her mortality, shedding her skin before my eyes. Whether through tenderness or through rough, sweaty caresses amidst the fluttering yellow and red firelight.
Brown eyes flick to me then up at her naked lover, straddling her mouth. I watch as a dark pink tongue eases out to flick the succulent mound, sitting inches away. Olivia's nostrils flare as she inhales the scent of arousal coating my Venus, making her most intimate crevice glisten in the dancing firelight.
My eyes lock onto the tongue and I gulp down my own roaring arousal. I clench my thigh muscles to ignore them for the moment. I will take my pleasure later. My hand rests against my warmth, cupping me but not enticing me to join this step. This dance is for me, but not about me.
A groan escapes Olivia as she experiences the lovely taste I long for. My tongue darts out to lick my lips, as if the taste is also on my lips. Sweat beads along my spine as I watch Olivia making a meal out of my Goddess. A feast meant only for the penitent.
Slim pale hips dip down and roll, as Olivia closes her eyes and takes a nibble of the glistening bead begging for her mouth. Liquid fire shines all over the cheeks of the penitent as she humbles my Venus with her mouth and lips.
A moan from my Venus assaults my ears, a deep vibration of my name. I watch transfixed as Olivia pushes into that glistening crevice harder, her mouth making gentle sucking, slurping noises as she feasts as if it is her last meal.
Blonde hair whips back to smack a wet back with a thwap, and orange light reflects off crooked black frame glasses. Pink buds tilt up towards the sky as if in prayer as the chest they rest upon heaves with gasping breaths. Pale, and so smooth looking thighs shake against the red cheeks they rest upon as my Venus nears her leap from the clouds.
Her eyes are closed as she rides her lovers mouth, taking her pleasure with rough strides.
Strong fingers reach up to pinch and twist the jutting nipples, and I whimper at the sight. An echoing pulse tingles my own hard nipples as they strain against my shirt. Warmth dribbles through my fingertips as they remain sedentary against my heat, my center for release and my chance to touch the clouds that cradle my Venus.
She whimpers, reaching down to tangle her fingers within her lovers mane of spiked hair. The fine muscles of her hand flex and tense as her fingers grasp then tug for a hold.
She is about to descend.
A deep humming from Olivia's throat assaults her bead.
A loud scream and my Venus trembles, her hips shaking continuously, stroking with her wet lips the mouth eating her, and the tongue dancing along her silk.
Swimming blue eyes drift to me. Darkness envelopes the drowning oceans of her eyes as she releases her pleasure for me, for us, and for her.
"Sierra," she huskily rasps when her trembling ceases. "Did you enjoy the show?"
My eyes watch as her lover gently cleans her thighs and soft, saturated lips. "Yes."
Olivia finishes her feast with a loud smack of her lips and turns her head, dark brown gone black staring at me, pleading with me for the next move.
A black eyebrow lifts from between my Venus's thighs and Olivia rasps, "prove it."
"How?"
"Give us the next request. What will bring you pleasure as well," my Venus whispers, the sound loud in the silent room.
Fire illuminates us, sheds light on my wants like never before. Boldness grabs me and I say, "I want you inside her." I stare into brown then move to swimming blue, "and I want you inside her."
"And I'll be inside myself. I want us to leap clouds together."
"Yes." They both say. Then smile at me.
Under their watchful gaze, I adjust my pants, slipping them down my sweaty hips to rest around my ankles.
I am once again open and revealed. My desire for guiltily glistening my hot folds as they watch me scoot cup myself.
Our eyes lock across the room.
"I'm waiting…. Show me, " I command.
Olivia sits up. Long thighs wrap around her waist then twitching fingers on two separate hands, both slim and strong seek and find liquid heat. I watch as they dip inside each other.
My fingers dip into me. And the dance begins again.
A/N: This is just a quick update. Betsy wanted to Tango, but she is sooo uncoordinated!
More to come, have no fear… How many readers want some appendage fun? Give me a YAY or a NAY. Any other additions? (handcuffs, blindfolds)
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