Family Ties

She arched her back again, and her pussy gripped my finger. Her face and chest were flushed with arousal and exertion. She let out a long squeak of pleasure when I crooked my finger and pressed her G-spot. Her own fingers bore down on her clit and vibrated frantically.

Fifteen seconds later she tensed and froze as the climax crashed over her.

She silently rode the wave of pleasure until it receded. Then she collapsed against the pillows, and her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. I watched her for a moment before I withdrew my finger.

“You’re beautiful,” I said softly, “especially when you come. And you’re a very good girl.”

“Thank you.”

“I like your surprise, too. Both of them.”

“One more,” she said through an aftershock.

My eyebrows shot up. “Again? My pleasure. Let’s take these off first.”

She’d worn her panties over her garters this time, and I chuckled to myself at her foresight.

“No,” she panted. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” I said softly. I spread her legs and moved between them. She lay back and relaxed, so I took my time and admired her smooth pussy. Her outer labia were dusky rose and not very prominent, especially with her legs spread wide. Her inner lips tapered to a point over her clit, which had gone into hiding after her orgasm. They were fleshier around her opening and spread like little wings.

I pressed my face into the soft, smooth flesh. Then I flicked my tongue into her opening and tasted the tang of her arousal. She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, so I took my time and teased her until she began rocking her hips and moaning softly. When her clit poked its little pink head out, I teased it with my tongue and then sucked gently.

She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. She didn’t quite pull me toward her, but I took the hint and focused my attention. I licked, sucked, and teased her pussy until I felt her getting close to orgasm. Then I pulled my face away and slid two fingers into her. I balanced her right on the brink of release and kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She began to quiver with pent-up desire.

“Please!” she said at last. “I can’t stand it.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“To come. Please!”

I circled her clit with my tongue and then sucked it, and she tried to pull me even closer to her pussy.

“Yes,” she gasped, “that’s it. Do that again.”

I did that again, and added pressure from inside against her G-spot. She clutched the sheets and went rigid with a silent scream of ecstasy. Her orgasm swelled for a dozen heartbeats before it finally released her. She went limp and panted from the force of it.

I gave the hood of her clit an experimental kiss. Her thighs clamped my head and her hips jerked away, so I carefully avoided the sensitive little bundle of nerves as I planted kisses on the smooth skin around it.

After a moment I rose to my hands and knees and kissed my way up her body till I reached her bra. It closed in the back, so I licked and sucked her nipples through the peekaboo openings instead. Unfortunately, the little bows

at the top tickled my nose.

I moved to her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me down. My hard-on bumped her pussy when I moved closer. She didn’t try to pull away, and I had to fight the urge to slide into her.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she said at last.

“The kiss?” I said whimsically. “The orgasm? The one before it?”

“All of it.” She kissed me again before she looked at me seriously. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “I have another surprise for you. That’s what I meant before. Not ‘do it again.’ I’m not complaining,” she added hastily,

“but you have to let a girl recover before you do that to her twice in a row.”

“I’ll try to remember that. No promises, though. Besides, I wanted to spend some quality time with your pussy. I love it shaved. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. I like it too.” She kissed me again and sighed. “Mmm, you taste like me.”

“Better than cake?”

“I wouldn’t go that far!” She laughed. “It’s a different kind of dessert.”

“It is,” I agreed. “So, what’s this third surprise? Do I need to unwrap it?”

She grinned and shook her head. “It’s a word.”

“A word?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Just… a word?”

“Not just any word,” she said mysteriously. “It’s a special word.”

“All right, what is it?”

“Not yet. Let me up. I need to be sitting when I tell you.” She laughed when I practically leapt from between her legs. She closed them and rolled to her knees. Then she tucked her feet under her and sat back, Japanese-style.

“Let me take this off first.” She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra.

“Sorry about the bows.” She tossed the flimsy garment to the floor. Then she followed my glance and rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m a neat freak.”

“Well, get over it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And lie down. I need you here.” She patted the bed beside her. “On your back.”

I did as requested, and she immediately reached for my erection. She stroked it gently and moistened her lips. I watched her in silence and then