Page 103 of Kiss of Seduction

She was so close. Her infernally perfect touch wasrightthere, with just a bit of fabric in the way. And kneeling on the pillow, with her arms behind her back, Evie couldn’t do anything about it.

“Tell me, darling.” Natalya leaned down, getting her face right by Evie’s. “What do you want to have happen right now?”

“I want to come, Mistress,” Evie said. Natalya was still running her foot over Evie’s skin. It made it hard to speak without panting. “I want to come, please. And I want to make you come.”

Natalya chuckled quietly. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

She kissed Evie so gently it was barely there. It had an effect regardless. It caused tremors of pleasure to rush through her so fast she gasped in surprise. And then moaned when Natalya deepened the kiss.

The touch was flame. Passionate, beautiful flame. Evie leaned against her, wanting more of her perfect kiss. More of her perfect mouth.

“You can come now, darling,” Natalya said. “You can come as many times as you like. And while you do, I want you to make me come too.”

Evie looked down, away from Natalya’s face. Right in front of her, with her legs slightly parted, Evie could look up under her dress. Evie recalled the rustling she’d heard when Natalya made her kneel, but only then did she realize what the noise had been.

She’d taken off her underwear. Seeing it made Evie lightheaded.

But the position was strange. She could easily lean forward and use her mouth to pleasure Natalya, but Evie was still fully clothed. Beyond her shorts being opened, she was still covered.

“How will you make me—”

“You think I can’t?” Natalya seized her by the hair, bunching it up and tightening her grip to the point where it pulled at the strands. It hurt a little. Then it didn’t hurtatall.

A tingling flow of euphoria streamed from Evie’s scalp through her whole body, ending as a powerful throbbing between her legs. The feeling started such an intense ache it made Evie moan out loud, the sound coming both from pleasure and surprise.

“I can make you come in a thousand different ways.” Natalya’s wicked smile made the statement sound like a threat. “I can make you come just from kissing you. Just from touching your skin. Just by pulling your hair.”

She tugged again, sending a surge of pleasure through Evie’s body. Her legs jerked, and the movement pressed her pussy against the fabric of her underwear and shorts. The faint sensation would have done nothing on its own, but with Natalya’s touch increasing her sensitivity to such an extreme degree, the feeling made her cry out in shock at the pure pleasure of it.

“I want you to please me until you run out of breath,” Natalya said. “I want your mouth on me, and it doesn’t leave until I allow it.”

Natalya spread her legs further, pushing up the fabric of her dress. It revealed her glistening pussy, and Evie’s breath caught in her throat.

“Go on, darling.” Natalya tightened her grip around Evie’s hair. “Pleasure me.”

The eagerness on Evie’s face would have been amusing in another context. In the Royal Lounge, on her knees, with her hands behind her back, she just looked gorgeous.

The moment Natalya loosened her grip, Evie leaned in, pushing her tongue and nose against her with such passion it made Natalya sigh.

Keeping her hand in Evie’s hair, she periodically sent waves of pleasure through her skin to rush through the rest of her body. Every time she did so, Evie shivered.

It wasn’t just from her fingers Evie received pleasure. It came from Natalya stroking her thigh with her foot. From her voice giving affirmations and instructions. From her pussy which Evie was moaning louder and louder against.

The rising desire in Evie was more than just satisfying to see. It was delightful tofeel. Natalya could sense it in herself, a strumming echo of pleasure that heightened her own. She felt it as Evie did. Sweet flames. Flashes of bliss.

The echo combined with Evie’s beautiful mouth on her clit made it easy to lose sense of where she was, as well as the intention she’d had when she approached Evie at the bar. It hadn’t been this. But what did intent matter when Evie was using her mouth so delightfully it made Natalya moan out loud?

“Are you close again, darling?” Natalya’s voice, usually so easily controlled, was strained.

“Yes, Mistress,” Evie said quickly before she was back to licking over her clit.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please, Mistress.”

“Show me how much.”

Evie pushed against her clit with her tongue, drawing the hood back and then pressing against her rhythmically. The pleasure it produced was more than delightful. It was ecstasy. It was easy to give Evie what she wanted when she asked so expertly for it.