Page 88 of The Other Side of Paradise
“Good girl,” I whispered, taking my hand off my pussy and putting my hands on her hips, tracing up her sides. She gasped, arching into it, and she clasped her hand over her mouth to capture a moan when I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping them and brushing my fingers over her nipples.
“Oh my god—Stella,” she whispered, eyes wide, watching me do it.
“Your nipples are sensitive, right?” I murmured, still going. “You felt so good playing with them last night.”
“Y-yes…”
She had such perfect breasts, so full, round, soft, just fucking gorgeous. Such a perfect figure, soft and curvy andsoready for me. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to come all over her, wanted to make her scream, sweat, beg and plead and come and come and come.
But there was one thing I wanted more than that.
“Allison,” I said, cupping her breasts in my hands one more time before slipping them to her back.
“Y-yeah?”
“Kiss me, please.”
Something glinted in her eyes, and she softened, biting her lip. “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered. “I mean, literally, I thought… you know…”
I laughed. “Well, here I am. Get to it, then.”
“Mm… my god.” She put her hands on the back of my head, caressing me, looking between my eyes and my lips, my eyes and my lips, her body quivering, before she took a breath, softened, leaned in, and finally, pressed her lips against mine.
They were every bit as soft as I’d been hoping for. Soft and sweet and perfect. I pressed her more tightly into me and kissed, moving my lips with hers, and she moaned softly, quiet, a whisper of pleasure into my lips.
I kissed her again, and again, and again—moving my lips slowly as heat coursed through me, exploring the sensation of it, before the building tension was too much to bear, and I darted my tongue out, touching her lips. She moaned, arching against me, and I pulled her tighter against me, feeling the way her breasts pressed against my neck and shoulders from this angle, her standing over me. I took her lip into my mouth, sucking lightly, and I let my hands roam, sliding down her back, squeezing her ass, trailing over her thighs, and back up to her breasts, my tongue exploring her lips and sneaking in to meether tongue. I teased my fingers over her nipples, and her knees buckled, moaning as I pulled away.
“Oh, god—sorry—I just—fuck, it feels good when you—”
“Mm-hm.” I took her hand and guided it between my legs, and she made a quiet noise of surprise when I felt her fingers touch my wetness.
“Oh, fuck. Stella—oh my god. Oh my god, you’re perfect.”
“Thisis perfect,” I murmured, pulling her into another kiss, and I held her hand by the wrist, keeping her against my pussy, where she moved her fingers slowly, the same motions I was doing but a hundred times more electric. God, I wouldn’t last long like that. I pulled back from the kiss, a hungry growl escaping my throat, as I said, “Allison?”
“Yeah…?”
I bit my lip. “Get on your knees.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ. Stella—oh my god.” She swallowed, nodding breathlessly. “Yes… ma’am. As you like…”
She didn’t blink as she sank to her knees, staring breathlessly at me, like I was a goddess. And just like I thought, she looked amazing there, kneeling between my legs, her chest heaving, ready to give me what I wanted. I put my hand on the back of her head.
“You’re going to lick my pussy now,” I said, voice low. “Start with your tongue in my folds. Just tease there. Can you do that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Of course, ma’am.” She shifted in closer, and she closed her eyes with a low, satisfied moan as her tongue met me, and I moved my hips against her involuntarily.
Fuck, she looked perfect like this. She’d wanted me from the first day? She should have just said so, and I could have been riding her pretty little face this whole time. Better late than never.
“Good girl, Allison. Open your eyes. Look at me.” She obeyed, casting her gaze up towards me, and I tightened my grip on the back of her head. “That’s it… good girl. Move your tongue up to my clit, and then lick, again, bottom to the top.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She slipped her hands to my hips, holding onto me while she licked according to my instructions, and fuck me, this was going to be so good. I’d never been this in control before. Using it to have her lick my pussy… fuck, I hoped she was down for multiple rounds. I was going to come so quickly, and I wouldn’t be remotely satisfied.
It wasn’t long before I tightened my grip on her hair and I said, “Take my clit in your mouth and suck, Allison.”
“Of course, ma’am.” She was so obedient, so ready to serve—pressed her mouth up against me and sucked on my clit, tugging it into her lips, and I moaned, rocking my hips against her face while I held her in place.
“Good girl. Look how well you’re doing! You’resopretty sucking on my clit like this… so good with your mouth. Keep going, Allison. You’re doingsowell,” I groaned, the words coming out of me in a tighter and tighter voice as she kept sucking on me, flicking her tongue against me, and she blushed hotter as I did, clearly swept up in the praise. “Mm, fuck, you’re good. Keep moving it like that—a little lower—good girl. Mm…” I gripped her head with both hands, and I angled her to move her head up and back down, just like the bobbing I was describing for her. It took her a second to get it right, but before long, I slipped into bliss as her tongue and her lips undid me, hot and wet and the suction of the movement melting into the sensation of her tongue moving on my clit…
