Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Well, now, I really feel overdressed,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had to touch her. My palms tingled for want of feeling her skin under my hands. Every step I took increased the nervous butterflies that didn’t bother with my stomach and dove straight between my legs. I placed the attachment and the lube carefully on the platform, then turned back to her.
“I know that you’re submissive to Neil,” Gena said in that breathy voice that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. “But I’m a guest here. So, feel free to tell me what to do.”
“In that case, I think you should unzip me.” I turned and lifted my hair. My heart beat so hard it moved my dress. Gena’s hot breath teased the nape of my neck, then her lips touched feather-soft kisses down to the neckline of the dress before her fingers found the zip and pulled it down.
My knees trembled as I faced her and slid the dress to the floor. Beneath it, I wore a blue lace bra and matching garter belt to hold up my nude silk stockings. And absolutely no panties.
“You look incredible,” she said, her hungry gaze raking over me like a physical touch.
“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I winced. “That was such a stupid thing to say.”
“No, it was cute. Really.” Her nose wrinkled when she laughed. I’d never wanted to kiss someone’s nose before. At least, not the way I wanted to kiss hers. I imagined licking droplets of sweat from her face as she rode the Sybian, helpless to come down from the bone-shaking orgasms that tore through her.
I reached for her, sliding my arms around her bare waist to pull her body against mine. Gena’s body was what some would consider plus-sized, but it was a body most women would envy: comfortable curves you could sink your fingers into, wide hips and thick thighs that made her look more like a Coke bottle than a Barbie. Everything about her was silky and soft, and I ached, remembering the feeling of her bare skin on mine. I skimmed my hands over her hips, then up her sides to cup her breasts. She moaned, and I caught it in my mouth, one hand gliding down her back to squeeze her ass as our tongues tangled.
The clasp on her bra was surprisingly tricky to pop from the front, but I managed it, and she shrugged it down her arms while I nibbled kisses down her neck. Once her breasts were free, I wasted no time bending my head to them. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and teased it lightly with my teeth; her ribcage rose with a harsh, audible breath.
Her hand snaked between us, sliding down my stomach, straight to the point, no warm up. Not that I needed any. We were both so horny I think we would have done away with the idea of the sex machines altogether and just eaten each other out right there on the floor if I hadn’t grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.
“Wait.” I laughed. “Or else I’m going to be too far gone to use any of this on you.”
Was this how Neil felt, waiting to torment me with all his little plans? I grinned to myself at the thought. He had more patience than I ever gave him credit for.
“Good point.” Gena ran a hand through her copper hair. “Okay, how does this thing work?”
I slid the attachment onto the Sybian—I’d picked the medium-sized one—and squirted some lube into my hand, slicking it over the plastic.
“I’m not even sure I’ll need that,” Gena quipped.
“Wetter is better.” That was Neil’s silly rhyming mantra when it came to any of these machines. To illustrate my point, I poured more into my hand. As she stepped out of her panties, I reached between her legs and smeared the liquid over her, wetting her copper curls and working it between her labia. I dipped one finger inside her; she was right, she probably didn’t need all of that extra help.
“Oh, fuck, Sophie,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
I leaned in so my mouth could tickle her ear as I said, “God, I hope you’re going to. But, first, get your ass up there.”
Wow. I sounded like Neil.
I gave her my hand to steady herself as she stepped onto the platform. She lowered herself over the Sybian, a knee on each side, raising up a little to slip the tip of the dildo over her clit a few times. Then, she pushed back and seated herself on fully, releasing a long exhale.
“Okay, so…” I said, reaching for the controls. “This does two things. Want me to show you?”
“Mmhm,” she affirmed through tightly pressed lips.
“This is the rotation.” I turned the dial up, bringing the dildo to life inside her. She slapped her hand on the machine between her legs. I moved to the other dial. “And this is the vibration.”