L’amuse-bouche et Le Dessert

They’ll be here in fifteen minutes, Yvette murmured as I brought my lips to the nape of her neck. “We don’t have time.

“Yes, we don’t, but when has that ever stopped us before? My lips were close to her ear when I said this, and she shuddered a little as I brought my hand up to cup her breast.

“I suppose, she said, pausing to gasp as I tightened my grip on her breast, squeezing it ever-so-tightly in my hand, “I suppose that fifteen minutes will be enough.

So I took her hand and led her into the living room, where the drapes were shut against the slowly fading light. Then it was onto the couch for her, and I shoved up her dress, yanking her panties to one side. I found she was surprisingly wet, my fingers slick with juice in mere moments. “Mmm, so wet, I said, now on my knees, staring up at her face “ her lips parted, her eyes shut. “How did you ever get so wet so quickly?

“Magic, she said, her voice soft, and I laughed at that. Then I lowered my lips to her cunt, spreading its lips, and brought out my tongue, one quick, sudden flick of it making her gasp and writhe a little. Another flick, another gasp, and she placed her hand on my head, spread her legs wider, and I continued on my quest, my quest to get her off in the shortest amount of time possible. Not that there was anything wrong with time constraints, not for us, not when we tried to fit in fucking as often as possible, as it always is with people as drawn to each other as I am to her, as she is to me.

It’s electric when we fuck, and I could feel flickers and sparks as I ate her out, as she stuttered and moaned from my tongue’s steady attention. Then I did her favorite thing (at least, currently) and brought one of my fingers to the little spot between her cunt’s hole and the hole which was further back. I teased the little bit of skin, so close to her asshole, so very close. And she was close too, but this was too fast. We still had at least a few minutes, a few minutes for me to tease her, to get her wet and writhing, to bring her almost to the edge.

And then¦fuck, there was the doorbell. She swore, but what could we do? I grabbed a few tissues, cleaned up her pussy and my mouth, and we readjusted her clothes, made it look like nothing had been going on.

Dinner went off without a hitch. Our friends Sue and Mika “ who we were, as subtly as possible, trying to set up “ seemed to like each other just as much as we’d thought they might, and the meal flew by.

Once everyone seemed to be done eating, I asked Yvette if she’d help me serve dessert.

“Sure, was her answer. But of course she didn’t know that I’d be helping her with something else, too. Because the second the kitchen door clicked shut, I was on her, kissing her, groping her, and then I shoved her panties to the side again, dipping my fingers into her still-wet hole. She kissed me back, making as little noise as possible as I finger-fucked her. And I knew that was hard for her, to stifle her sounds, because no matter what went into her cunt, be it fingers, tongue, or dildo, she¦made¦noise. But this time, she kept quiet as could be, and as my other fingers found her clit hard and ready, as they pressed down hard, flicking across it as fast as possible, she only made one stunted sound as I felt her come against my hand.

“Was that good? I asked her, as I washed my hands in the sink. She was leaning against the counter, breathing a little heavy, and grinning.

“Oh, yes. Yes.

“I always finish what I start, you should know, at least when it’s worth finishing.

“Well, that certainly was, wasn’t it? But it’s not finished yet.

And before I could even dry off my hands, she’d pushed me against the counter, my back to her, and she slipped her hand into my pants, into my underwear, began to grind her fingers against my crotch, hitting my clit just perfectly. I’ve always come at the drop of a hat, but it wouldn’t have even reached the floor this time before I was biting my lip and shaking against her, my cunt surprising even me with how fast I’d gotten off.

“Now, about that dessert, Yvette said quietly, this time with her lips right next to my ear.


“I think we should save some for later, she said, her voice low and sensual.


“Especially, she continued, pausing to flick her tongue against my ear, “the whipped cream.

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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