Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series Ainsley Claire (primary phonics books .TXT) 📖

I add more oil to my palm and start to caress her butt—first one cheek and then the other. There is no pretense that this is a therapeutic massage. I squeeze sensually, exploring her body. No, this is a massage designed to arouse.

As my hands caress her upper thighs, Mia’s butt rises almost imperceptibly. She’s starting to breathe more heavily now. I watch her reactions closely, gauging the effect of every caress.

I rise on my knees and straddle her. My cock is sticking out straight, long and stiff. I sit gently on Mia’s thighs, and my cock settles along the crack in her oiled ass. There is simply no other place it could go. Mia gasps.

I press on her lower back, on either side of her spine. Slowly, I lean forward and let my hands slide up all the way to her shoulders, pressing her into the bed. This causes my cock to slide along her ass, pulling the skin back, and it throbs with pleasure. Up and back, I stroke with my hands and with my cock. Mia moans her approval. Her eyes are closed now, and she seems lost to the sensations.

I gently separate her legs and kneel between her thighs. I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, over her hamstrings, and across her butt, gripping each cheek with both hands, stroking from the bottom crease upward and around the sides to her waist. It has the effect of spreading her cheeks, and I can see all of her—her ass like a pink flower and her glistening pussy. Mia opens up like a ripe fig, ready to be devoured. She lets out a deep moan.

“Time to turn over.”

She turns to her back, her eyes still closed, while my eyes roam her gorgeous body—her full breasts with their upturned nipples, the delicate curve of her ribcage, and the downy skin of her flat tummy. No body piercings, just a single red heart tattoo on her hip.

Again, I drizzle the oil, this time across her breasts and stomach. I caress her torso, avoiding her breasts at first. Her body moves, clearly aching for me to touch and play with them. I enjoy watching her anticipation build. Finally, I slide my hands over her breasts, letting the nipples slide between my fingers. These are the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen or touched in my life.

After a thorough massage of her breasts, and some tweaking of her nipples, I work my way down to her tummy and pelvis. I work carefully around her bare pussy and massage the tops of her thighs. Then I lift and separate her legs, revealing her ripe, wet center.

“I’m going to massage your pussy now. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Mia breathes, biting her lip.

“Just relax and enjoy it.”

Mia smiles.

I lift her leg and work her calf. Her knee falls open, and her slit glistens. It takes all my willpower to continue my ministrations. I work my way up her thighs, running my hands from just above the knees, along her thighs to the crease at the top of her legs. My fingers are spread wide, my thumbs running up her inner thighs and meeting at her center.

She rocks her hips, inviting me to go farther.

I began to run my fingers along her wet slit, teasing her, building the anticipation. My finger slides into her folds, slowly penetrating her. Her moans intensify. I circle her sensitive nub, giving it a thorough rubbing before going back and probing her tight channel. The look on her face is bliss.

Leaning down, I run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, up to the sweet cauldron of juices that is her sex, lightly flicking her slit with my tongue. Mia moans, squirming involuntarily.

I work her sex like I have a painter’s brush, first tickling, then with broad, flat licks that I hope send electricity through her body. Her breathing is becoming erratic, and I know her pleasure is increasing, but I don’t stop.

Mia’s moans become louder. She rocks her hips, and her fingers lace through my hair. This encourages me to sink my tongue deep into her and let it slide over her clit. I repeat that circuit until her body starts shaking.

It doesn’t take long before I push her over the top and her orgasm sweeps over her. Her body bucks, and I can feel her pussy contracting on my tongue.

I continue to stimulate her until her moans subside, letting her ride the wave all the way to the beach.

After a moment, Mia raises herself up on her knees and leans in to kiss me. Her gorgeous breasts, with her nipples like thimbles now, brush against my chest. I close my eyes and feel her bee-stung lips caress my own.

She scatters light kisses across my chest and abs, then on the tuft of pubic hair above my cock, and finally on my cock itself.

Mia reaches for massage oil, suspending her full breasts above my face and sliding a nipple across my lips.

“Oh, excuse me, sir,” she says coyly.

I kiss the nipple and wrap my lips around it hungrily.

“Oh dear,” gasps Mia. “Do you like that?”

I’m sucking now, pressing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My cock remains alert, hard, and ready.

Mia’s eyes widen as her oiled hands stroke over me. “Oh my!” she says. She repositions herself to kiss and lick my shaft, running her tongue along its entire length.

I’m mesmerized as our eyes lock, and she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the bulbous head.

Her mouth is hot, warm, and wet—and damn, it feels good.

I let out a moan.

Mia slides her lips over the head and shaft, as if I were entering the most luscious sex in the world. After a