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    A Thin Line – Chpt 8


    Previously

    “Bette,” I heard her whisper.

    “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

    “No.” She pulled away and unbuttoned her blouse. Unclasping her bra in the front, she swept away the cups of fabric.

    I don’t think I’d ever seen such exquisite beauty. Especially bathed in moonlight.

    I rubbed my palms, then my thumbs over her erect nipples. She thrust herself into my touch and moaned again. Bending down, I wrapped my lips around her areola and sucked on one breast while continuing to stroke the other nipple with my fingertips.

    I licked upwards, towards her mouth, and let my lips again engage in a passionate kiss as she pulled me closer still.

    Her lips let go of mine, allowing her to speak. She was breathing heavily, almost panting. As was I.

    “Please, let’s go inside,” Helena begged.

    Chapter 8

    Helena’s whispered plea was directed against my cheek just to the side of my mouth. I pulled her tightly to me, and felt her naked breasts press into my chest. I eased back slightly, and rolled my upper torso into her lightly, so as to delight in the pleasure of her erect nipples.

    I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t stop touching her. Not now. Not for long. I did utilize this brief reprieve from Helena’s lips, however, to slow my breathing. Then I again quickly took her mouth with mine for an impassioned kiss. It was fervent. And I loved the arousal produced by the length of my tongue pushing back and forth against the length of hers, and curling around it.

    I felt her hands against my clothed ass pulling me into her pelvis. The fingers of her right hand moved upwards to the top of my jeans onto the small of my back. Lifting my blouse, Helena tried to work her hand underneath my waistband, but it was too tight against my hips. I wanted to feel her hand against my bare buttocks. As if reading my mind as to how to reach that destination, she reached around with her left hand and unbuttoned my jeans and moved the zipper down. Then she moved her fingers firmly between my legs in one long stroke from back to front, but outside my pants. I sensed she wanted to measure my reaction and to not move her hand against my engorged flesh too soon. I was throbbing and I could feel my clitoris pulsate.

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    Comments

    1. Very hot action in this chapter. There’s certainly no turning back now with these two. Looking forward to your post next weekend. Take care and hurry back!

    2. Gosh, that is a fantastic update. Its great to see Bette in lust but still sufficient coherent to be going into this relationship with her eyes wide open. Looking forward to your next chapter.

    3. Zheese! Wow. I really am sorry for not commenting on this sooner. Things have been crazy here, and I’m just getting a moment to myself. What a truly scintillating chapter…such imagery…such desire. I can’t wait to read the next part, and to my lovely surprise there is a next part. I hope you get this! Great job, as per usual.

    4. Zheese, Geez baby that was delicious and delicable and desirable and damn hot!!! Adored the playfulness and passion described between these two paramours. Now let’s get them inside and fulfill the pursuit of pleasure. Gratification must be had soon. Puh-lease let the zeal and zest dominate this union of broken hearts and perpetrate the renewal process. Can’t wait. Moist with anticipation of unfolding events. Thank you for this bountious bouquet. Your Loyal Fan.

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