“Holly? What the???” Gail gasped

Holly just cocked her head while arching her eyebrows at Gail with a smirk.

Holly knelt and scooted closer still, resting Gail’s lower back on her lap. She spread Gail’s legs wide, hands prying apart her inner thighs.  Gail let out a ridiculously sexy low moan, and Holly felt a jolt and gush of wetness between her own legs at the sight. She leaned in and breathed warm air on Gail’s exposed center causing her breath to come in sharp gasps. Finding Gail’s waiting core with her tongue, she probed deeply. Gail moaned loudly, pulling hard on the cuffs. She cried out as Holly’s thumb found her clit and rubbed, erasing everything in Gail’s head but the need for something more. She was lost in the sensation of it all. Holly’s tongue found its way there soon enough as she ran her hands across Gail’s stomach, seeking Gail’s breasts. She rolled Gail’s nipples between her fingers, making Gail to whimper and her hips buck. Holly let go of one of her nipples, pinching the other one hard  as she stroked Gail’s inner thigh. She was aware that Gail was more open and aroused than she had ever seen her. Gail cried out and strained, hands clenching on air, spreading her legs wider as Holly entered her with two stiff fingers, wishing she had some place to brace her feet. Her legs hooked over Holly’s shoulders, Holly leaned in to apply her tongue again. Gail’s breath was coming in escalating cries and gasps now, her whole body shook. She was never this loud. She tried to hold it together, but she knew she was going to break.

“Oh. My. God.” She gasped on a horse whisper, “Oh my God, Holly!”

Holly moaned softly in response. This was it. She almost feared the intensity of it, even as her body strained harder seeking release. The crimson flush spreading on alabaster skin spurred Holly on.

“Oh. My. God. Holly. You’re. Going. To. Make. Me. Cum!” The last word was a sob and a cry that tore from her throat as she crashed into her orgasm. It swept through her like a tsunami. Holly’s hand splayed on her stomach was comforting, like an anchor. Sobs wracked her body. She was drowning, sinking; there was no air, no surface, no light. Holly lowered her gently to the bed. She was helpless as she wailed. She could feel Holly frantically working the buckles on her wrists. Her arms were free! Holly was cradling her. She clung on, wrapping her arms around Holly’s ribs, burring her face in Holly’s shoulder. There was pleasure, and pain, and beauty and need. She was crying hard, gasping for air, and she couldn’t stop. Tears sliding down her cheeks and pooled in her ears. Her chest was cracking open, her heart and soul lay exposed on the bed. She was safe. Here in Holly’s arms, she was safe. Holly’s strong arms, that held her with soft hands that stroked her hair and soothed her back to life.