Page 94 of Beaches, Bagels & Babes
Then, with their legs fitted like puzzle pieces, she curled against Daisy.
Oh, shit.
Candace Perry—the prim, pristine model of conservative grace—was going commando.
Hot, sticky wetness trailed along Daisy’s thigh. The heady scent of lilac steeped with honey wafted up like an aphrodisiac musk. Her muscles throbbed in response. She found herself moving along with Candace, meeting the lips that sought hers and flexing to improve their position against the wall.
“You’re notreceivinganything,” Candace corrected in a taunt broken by fervent kisses. The hitch of her breath, the desperation of her continued thrusts, was undercut by the command in her tone. “I’m getting whatIwant, and what I want to do is fuck you, any way you’ll let me. Is that alright?”
“Candace Perry gets what she wants.”
Daisy took one of her hands from the ledge to raise Candace’s leg from below. She loved the gasp it drew and how her fingers sank into springy flesh. The woman’s rear was as perfect as Daisy always thought.
In languid, luxurious draws, Daisy rocked Candace along her thigh. She gorged on cries and whimpers, the needful sounds that increased with each subtle shift.
Wild with want was the best way to describe Candace. There was vulnerability in her assertiveness, too. Guilt and shame that seemed to haunt the woman were absent as she let herself come undone.
It was not long before Candace reached her release. Shuddering and sweating, she collapsed against Daisy; she might have fallen without the extra support.
In a steady, rhythmic pulse, Candace’s pussy drummed against Daisy. As they stayed there, molten drips seeped between them. She could not stop herself from reaching down and taking a taste.
“What do you think?” Candace asked, panting, “Am I assweet as you thought I would be?”
Daisy greedily sucked her fingers clean.
“Even sweeter. Thanks for the dessert.”
Candace let loose a breathy chuckle. She relaxed against Daisy, molded to her like putty. One hand found its way under Daisy’s crop top to idly grope. Her fingers played circles along the sensitive skin, blazing trails with goosebumps. The touch was pleasant, but nowhere near enough.
Daisy might not have been ready before Candace’s display, but now, she was rearing to go. Impatience drove her. She stole one of Candace’s hands and plunged it beneath her underwear to her own sopping heat.
“What about me? How do I taste?”
“Oooh,”Candace purred. “You’ve caught up…”
A groan escaped through Daisy’s clenched teeth. She bucked as Candace swept along her entrance in one long, slow slip. With pressure placed at the base of her wrist, most intense right over Daisy’s throbbing clit, it felt like a rolling tsunami.
Candace’s withdrawal was as maddening as it was seductive; the way in which she inspected her slick-covered hand, smelling and licking it, was nothing short of feral. Her lidded gaze held Daisy’s the whole time.
Husky, she begged, “Can I have another sample, please?”
There was no way Daisy could even pretend to deny the pleading princess before her. Nor did she resist Candace guiding her to sit on the bleacher bench. With her crop top and underwear removed, she was exposed in the nighttime air. Yet, as Candace fanned Daisy’s knees apart and settled between them, she felt powerful.
Being between a woman’s legs was rivaled only by having a woman between your legs. And this particular view of this particular woman was something truly magnificent.
With annoyance, Candace muttered, “One second…”
Fast and weaving, she re-tied her hair.
Mesmerized, Daisy watched how Candace’s biceps flexed as they raised over her head, how her hands twined and wristsflicked, tightening her locks into a neat tail in one smooth, deft motion. She was like a warrior suiting up for battle.
Daisy struck out first.
Thinking nothing and wanting everything, she grasped the ponytail and twined it around her hand. Her grip was secure, not tight; the last thing she wanted to do was cause Candace pain. However, wrapping the woman around her fingers, literally and metaphorically, felt incredible.
Seeing Candace’s wide-eyed surprise, followed by her submissive acceptance, felt even better.
The hot breath at her front contrasted with the cold bleacher beneath Daisy’s rear. Anticipation was undercut by wanting to savor the moment forever. But she could not wait any longer.
