Still flicking over her clit, Evie started kissing her chest. Every time she touched her skin, it produced a tingling surge, one that grew more powerful along with Natalya’s desire. By the way she was panting, it was increasing rapidly. Alongside the smell of lavender, Evie sensed a pleasant hint of smoke.
“Am I pleasing you?” Evie said teasingly. Natalya laughed again.
“You are, darling. You are doing that ex… excellently.” She’d been cut off mid-word by Evie moving her fingers down and curling one inside Natalya. Natalya sighed, smiling with delight, and let her head fall back.
“I should reward you more often. You’re always so appreciative when I do,” Natalya said. Then she gasped as Evie nipped at her nipple with her teeth.
Natalya’s hand went into Evie’s hair—not to direct her but just to hold on to her—as Evie kept curling her finger rhythmically. Her grip tightened as Evie added another finger.
She was moaning now, her increasing pleasure coming in waves that surged through her hand into Evie’s head. Her tight grip on Evie’s hair meant the pulsating feeling couldn’t be avoided. Not that Evie wanted to. It was delightful.
The feeling rocked through her, making her moan on her own. It made her press her mouth harder against Natalya’s chest, her fingers curling tighter and faster.
Natalya started breathing heavily. Her moans were sharper and louder. Her grip on Evie tightened.
“Don’t stop, darling,” she said, her voice breathy and filled with desire.
“I won’t. I’ll keep going until I pass out if you want me to.”
Evie’s own voice was getting strained. The surges of pleasure produced by Natalya’s touch quivered through her, making her muscles tense.
As Evie curled into her again, Natalya moaned out a long shivering sound, the shivering echoing in her legs. Her thighs shook, and she clenched tightly around Evie’s fingers. Pressed against her chest still, Evie could feel her heart beating rapidly. Her skin was no longer just warm but hot. The pleasure coming through her fingers not just enjoyable but wholly distracting.
Natalya came with a high moan and then a deep sigh that surged through Evie as its own marvelous kind of pleasure.
“Can I keep going?” Evie said after a moment. Feeling daring, she put on a teasing tone. “Do you remember what comes next?”
Natalya sat up at the words, looking down at Evie with glowing violet eyes. With her hand still in Evie’s hair, she pulled her close and kissed her with so much want Evie momentarily forgot to breathe. She gasped when Natalya broke away.
“I do remember,” she said darkly, smiling. It would have been threatening in another context, but not there. Not then. Then it was just beyond exciting. “You were going to put that mouth to good use. Weren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Evie said breathlessly. “I want to. Please let me.”
“I will. In a moment.” Natalya kissed her again. Hard and demanding and wonderful. Her free hand went to Evie’s naked chest, running over her breasts.
The touch, combined with the kiss, sent such wild surges of pleasure through Evie it made her moan loudly. Even with how spent she was, her body was always eager for Natalya’s touch.
Natalya broke away, her face alight with mirth. Evie imagined her own looked desperate and dumbfounded.
“Please me, darling.” She leaned back, loosening her grip on Evie’s hair enough that she could lower her head. “I love when you please me.”
The joy Evie felt hearing that was unparalleled. She smiled up at Natalya for a moment, just enjoying the sound of that word on her lips. Love.
She lowered herself between Natalya’s legs, pressing quick, desperate kisses against her thighs and over her pussy. Parting her, Evie lowered her head and started licking her clean.
The scent of smoke was stronger now, heightening how she tasted. Tangy but sweet, and then with a richness that was intoxicating.
She took her time, moving slowly and tenderly. Enjoying herself and the deep sighs Natalya was making. The sighs turned into moans again when Evie finally trailed up to lick over Natalya’s clit.
She circled her with her tongue. Tight little movements she’d learned Natalya liked. It made her moans longer and deeper. Evie wanted them to be brief and panting. She wanted her to come again. Longed for it.
As she kept circling her, arms wrapped around her thighs, Natalya stroked her hands over Evie’s.
“Where do you want my hands, darling?” Natalya’s voice was slightly strained.
“My hair again,” Evie said quickly. “Please. My hair.”
“I like your hair.” She ran her fingers through it at the words, then tightened her grip. “It’s so soft. So long. Soeasyto hold onto.”
