Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Four: The Price of Pleasure -- An Erotic Romance (Part 4 of 5) Read Online Free Page B

Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Four: The Price of Pleasure -- An Erotic Romance (Part 4 of 5)
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inside of her knee and traced a line slowly up her thigh. As I reached the apex of her legs, she moaned against my mouth and moved a bit to allow me better access. She moaned again when I pressed my fingers there. She was as hot and wet as I was, just like me, but somehow different. I began to explore, pressing my fingers into her, swirling them around her clit, touching all the places that I thought might turn her on. “Fuck,” she yelped. She pulled herself off of me and flopped over next to me on the bed, lifting her hips and silently asking for more. I crawled over on top of her and took one of her pale, pink nipples into my mouth, sucking it gently and watching her eyes roll back into her head as I did it. My fingers slipped stealthily back into her. I found a steady rhythm, the same one that I used for myself when I was alone and needed to come. It worked for her too, because she soon arched her back and clenched the sheets with her delicate hands. She was surprisingly quiet, begging in a whisper, “don’t stop.” Grinning, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, causing another soft cry to escape her lips.
     
    I didn’t stop. Soon I felt the change in her, a tightening that told me she was close. Her breath seemed to stop, and her eyes closed tight. She seemed to be moaning silently for a moment; then, the audible cry came, and I felt the throbbing of her pussy around my fingers. At the moment of climax, she pulled me close to her and dug her nails into my back. I relished the pain.
     
    “Candace,” she finally breathed when she caught her breath and came back down to earth. From the look on her face and the feel of her body, she had obviously come very hard. “You are so good at that…”
     
    She trailed off then, and her breathing slowed to a point where I thought she might have fallen asleep. But then she rose up with one elbow behind her, and smiled at me with a grin that was both sleepy and excited. “It’s your turn.”
     
    Rolling over and pushing my down aggressively onto my back, she kissed me as her hand crept down between my legs. She didn’t tease or taunt me – she knew exactly what I wanted. She pressed her long fingers right against my clit, where I was wet enough to show her exactly how badly I wanted this. She swallowed my moans with her mouth as she stroked me, her fingers sliding in and out, teasing my clit every time. She finally focused just on that one sensitive spot, strumming it with her fingers while she hovered over me, kissing me harder. It felt just like when a man did it, but at the same time, there was something distinctly different. There was a certain intuitive knowledge she had about just where to touch me, when and how hard to vary the pressure. I had always been curious as to whether a woman’s deep understanding of her own body would translate into pleasure for another woman, and now I knew. Katarina was playing me like a master musician with a fine violin, drawing my pleasure out in perfectly spaced increments until I was begging for sweet release.
     
    And release didn’t take long. I was so ready to come after watching the show she’d given me that it only took a few minutes before I felt myself going over the edge. When the orgasm came, I cried out with the intensity of it. She laughed against my lips as I rode out the strong climax. When I could finally catch my breath, I looked at her in the dim light.
    “What are you laughing at?” I said, my breath still heaving.
     
    “Oh, nothing,” she said. “Just how much you enjoyed that.” She was smiling, and for a moment all the pain and worry of the last few hours was gone. There was nothing but intense, pleasurable satisfaction, along with the thrill of exploring something new.
     
    But then, just as quickly, the light in her eyes changed, and I was sure she could see the reflection of the same change in mine. We’d momentarily escaped the painful reality of what had happened that evening, finding solace in
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