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Tell me something I don’t know!

Megan had been wet since before Vanessa arrived. In fact, Megan had been wet since this morning, when Vanessa had responded favorably to Megan’s text inviting her over for wine because Megan knew Vanessa was no dummy and would have seen right through Megan’s little ploy to get Vanessa in her home.

Of course, she had also known that sex might not happen. Vanessa was older, after all—not by much, not even a decade; nonetheless, Megan considered the possibility that Vanessa might want even this casual fling to evolve at a more sensible pace.

Happily, she was wrong, as the lingering taste of Vanessa on her lips proved.

And now, Vanessa was pinching one of Megan’s nipples.

“Your breasts are so perfect,” Vanessa whispered and then stopped speaking when she took the nipple into her mouth. Megan closed her eyes at the pleasure, marveling at that word perfect. She held onto Vanessa’s hair, that gorgeous midnight hair which was now hers to touch, to grab, to entwine around her fingers as Vanessa now tentatively bit the nipple.

“Harder…” Megan murmured and then squeaked when the delicious jolt of pain/pleasure curled her toes.

Vanessa moved to the other breast and the process was repeated. First, gentle suckling, an expert tongue flicking the diamond-hard bud and then the surprise—bam! Teeth suddenly clamping down, the mix of pain and pleasure exactly what Megan was craving, making her wetter still.

After a few more moment, Vanessa shifted, her leg disappearing from between Megan’s thighs. Megan’s eyes went wide with shock and disappointment.

“Look at me,” Vanessa ordered. Megan did. She felt fingers tracing her bottom lip and that incredible scent of Vanessa’s pussy was still on them. Megan flared her nostrils to take in more of it.

“Same two fingers you were sucking on downstairs,” Vanessa told her.

“I know,” Megan breathed, “I can still smell you.”

“You like my scent, don’t you?”

“I’m not washing my hand tonight,” Megan said, meaning it, and then sucked Vanessa’s fingers into her mouth again, not breaking eye contact with Vanessa. She moaned when she realized Vanessa’s fingers still tasted of what she first tasted downstairs.

“I’m going to fuck you with these two fingers now,” Vanessa purred.

Megan felt her body warn her. Her eyes opened wider.

“I’m not gonna last long,” she said hurriedly. “I’m so revved up, Vanessa, I’m probably gonna come so fast. I’m sorry.”

Vanessa chuckled and then kissed her.

“Megan, who cares? I plan on making you come as many times as you’ll let me.”

Then, quick as a flash, her face was between Megan’s legs. Megan drew her legs up, feet flat on the mattress, surrendering to her. Thankfully, Vanessa didn’t seek revenge on Megan by teasing her also. Those fingers were inserted immediately, sliding inside with absolutely no friction, and Megan arched her back, calling out Vanessa’s name, bearing down on the fingers, making them slide that much further in. And then her clit was being sucked, a tongue pressed firmly against it, swiping, while at the same time, Vanessa curled her fingers, hitting that magic spot.

Megan stuck the three fingers of her left hand in her mouth, the fingers that had been inside Vanessa and been absolutely coated when Vanessa had come. They still tasted of the woman who was now eating her out.

She was right…she didn’t last long, and she plummeted over the edge.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, I’m coming!”

The waves of her climax surged through her entire body, the sensations heightened by the visual of Vanessa, her eyes closed, working her mouth on what now felt like the center of Megan’s universe, her swollen and contracting pussy. The view lasted only a second because Megan then had no choice but to arch her neck, squeeze her eyes shut and let out a guttural scream, as a particularly intense wave of pleasure rocketed through her. More waves came, the potency of all of them reminders of how long it had been since she last masturbated.

Meanwhile, Vanessa coaxed her through it all with soft sucks on Megan’s folds, gentle strokes of her fingers, quick darts of her tongue inside to capture Megan’s come.

When she was spent, Megan went limp, feeling as if she would melt into the mattress. But apparently Vanessa wasn’t quite done with her. The next thing Megan knew, Vanessa was straddling Megan’s left thigh, pressing her wetness down on her flesh, and even though Megan had just come, the sensation of Vanessa’s slickness revved her up again. Vanessa leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms as she started grinding her pussy against Megan’s thigh.

“Oh God, that was so hot,” Vanessa managed to squeak, her eyes squeezed shut. “You came so fucking fast!” She bore her center down harder on Megan’s leg and now she leaned forward just a bit more until her nipples were grazing Megan’s. “I just have to…” she gasped. “I just have to…Oh…fuck!”

Megan grabbed Vanessa’s hips and pushed up with her thigh to provide her lover even more pressure. Vanessa riding her was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

After a few more hip gyrations, Vanessa suddenly jerked, her body going taut as if she had just touched a live wire. Megan’s eyes went wide, wanting to capture every visual moment of Vanessa’s orgasm: the way her neck arched, the way her mouth opened, a few choked cries escaping, the way her perfect breasts with those dark nipples jutted forward.

Megan felt more of Vanessa’s come trickling out onto her leg, running down the sides of her thigh just before Vanessa collapsed on the bed next to Megan, pulling her legs up into a fetal position as the climax had its way with her.