Page 15 of Her Wonderful Wonder Bell
“Relax and get some rest.”
“Okay.” She turns back to face the ceiling for a moment before quickly turning back to me. “It’s just that you look really beautiful. When I saw you it made me feel like I was gonna throw up—but, like, in a good way.”
“That’s some kind of compliment.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Fuck. I’m not usually this much of an idiot.” She rubs her face then turns on her side to face me. “I just got overwhelmed by the sight of you laying there, looking like my dream woman. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me in bed next to you when it’s stupidly obvious I’m attracted to you. So, if you want me to move that’s okay. No hard feelings.”
I finally do what I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Softly, I tug on Delia’s lip ring. She groans in the most delicious way as I bring her closer to me.
When she’s a few inches away I let go of her lip ring, run my fingers over her hair, and say, “Don’t you dare leave this bed. You've got to get your head in the game, doll. I’m Pearl Goddamn Monroe and I only play with winners. You hear me?”
“Absolutely,” she says in a voice dropped low with desire.
The nervousness that was in her eyes drains out, replaced by the hungry passion I’d hoped for.
Next thing I know, her lips are pressed against mine. They’re soft, warm, and much more pliable than my paper ones.For a second, I’m disappointed that my mouth stays two-dimensional, but when Delia slips her tongue between my lips everything changes.
Hungry moans escape Delia as the remainder of the shy girl that was there before is washed away. A yelp leaps from my mouth to hers as she rolls us over, leaving me flat against the mattress and her pressed against me. Only, being completely flat against the bed isn’t ideal for either of us.
Delia breaks the kiss, pushes herself up to her elbows, and looks down at me. We’re both breathing heavily, hearts racing fast.
“So, this position sucks. Do you mind if I rearrange some things?” Delia asks.
I shake my head with a laugh. “Go ahead, doll. Just be quick about it.”
Delia grins back at me as she grabs some pillows and lines them up underneath me to give my body some height. When it’s done, she crawls over me again. Things are much better. I push her striped hair behind her ears when we’re nose-to-nose. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath before kissing me again, soft at first, but deeper and hungrier every momentthat passes. I wrap my arms around her and run my fingers over the back of her hair and neck.
She pauses and pulls back to look at me. “Take off your top.”
“Yes ma’am.” I comply quickly, tossing my bra and camisole to the side.
“Holy fuck,” she whispers as she looks me over.
I moan when she runs her thumb over my hard nipple. It must feel flat to her, hard or not, I realize. This is all so odd. I run my hand over my paper chest. My original chest is far from flat, but I’ll make do with what I have now. I think I’m doing well, judging by the look on Delia’s face. She leans over me, eyes on mine, and slowly, firmly, drags her tongue over my nipple. I grab the back of her head and hold on as she continues to lick and rub the area. She has me panting and writhing. Next, she’s kissing my neck, then whispering in my ear while sliding her thumbs along the waistband of my panties.
“Take these off.”
“Is it—will things—” I start to say, worried about the logistics, before she cuts me off.
“Let’s find out.”
It’s a bit awkward with my flat legs, but I manage to get the panties off. At first, when I’m laying there, it’s only a frontal view of my body. Which is nice and all, but that means minimal access to certaininnerareas. Delia rotates my pelvis using the pillows to give me some dimension, and turns my hips in an odd way, but when folded just right she gets a nice view of my—
“You have a gorgeous pussy,” Delia purrs against my knee, then begins to kiss her way up my thigh.
“Really? You think so?” I pant. Every time she kisses closer to my center, I feel myself throbbing harder and harder. I just want her to fucking touch me there. I swear I’ll scream if she doesn’t do it soon.
“So, so fucking pretty.”
She’s so close I can feel her breath on the lips of my cunt. The warm metal of her lip ring brushes against me so softly it tickles. My hips jerk. Delia holds my thighs on either side to keep me still. Her lips press against my paper softly with gentle kisses. I sigh at just the barest hint of relief.
I close my eyes and send out a silent prayer to whatever gods are in charge of two-dimensional vaginas.Please, please, give this woman the ability to fuck me.
Her tongue slides smoothly along the valley between my thighs. An absolutely pathetic whimper escapes me as I feel her brush against my clit.
“Mmm. Still no paper cuts. We’re getting somewhere,” Delia says before licking me again, firmer, her tongue sliding deep between my folds, pressing hard against my clit.
“Yes, yes.” Nothing more interesting to say comes out of me. Her eyes make it impossible to think of anything else.
