Beyond Temptation. Lisette Ashton

defend herself. She didn’t allow her the opportunity. Kissing her mouth, she pushed her fingers to the tip of the woman’s nipple and squeezed softly.

      She wondered if the pierced metal was heightening Bernice’s response to the pressure. The cruel side of her nature wanted the woman to suffer and she was delighted to hear her catch an uncomfortable breath.

      Inflicting pain always made arousal more intense.

      With a salacious grin, Amelia eased her leg between Bernice’s. She rubbed the front of her thigh against the woman’s sex, relishing the sensation of pierced labia touching her bare skin.

      Despite Bernice’s mumbled protestations of uninterest, Amelia could feel her thigh warmed by the slick wetness from the woman’s pussy lips.

      ‘You want to, don’t you?’ Amelia panted the words when their kiss eventually broke. She could still see the potential for refusal in the woman’s eyes but that only added to her pleasure.

      ‘Feel how hard your nipple is,’ she urged, teasing the pierced nub between the tips of her finger and thumb. ‘My leg feels sticky with your quim juices. You want to do more, don’t you?’ She delivered the last sentence like a challenge, daring Bernice to refuse. ‘You want to do a lot more.’

      ‘Is that what you want?’ Bernice asked hesitantly.

      Amelia smiled. ‘It’s what we both want.’ She stroked her fingers through the woman’s short shock of blonde hair. ‘And, once we’ve done this, you’ll want to do it again and again.’

      Bernice frowned. The threat of a refusal hovered on her trembling lips but Amelia brushed it away with the soft caress of her fingertip.

      ‘Or you could go back to your own bunk and let me sleep in peace,’ Amelia suggested. It was a calculated threat, deliberately spoken to bring the woman to her way of thinking.

      ‘OK,’ Bernice decided.

      Amelia stroked the woman’s hair and kissed her gently on the mouth. ‘I’ll teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a woman,’ she said, idly fingering the nipple and its ring. ‘And the first lesson starts here.’

      Fearfully, Bernice stared at her. She watched as Amelia moved her body away and slipped from beneath the quilt.

      Bernice’s meek gaze fuelled Amelia’s arousal as she straddled herself over the woman’s face. ‘You can start by tonguing my quim.’ Amelia spoke in a conversational tone. ‘I’ll tell you if you’re not doing it right.’ She saw Bernice glance towards her own empty bunk, then stare unhappily up at her. Ignoring the unspoken request for leniency, Amelia pretended to be concerned. ‘Of course,’ she enthused, ‘I need to be a bit lower for you to reach me, don’t I?’

      Bernice started to say something, a protest Amelia suspected, and so she acted with haste. The woman’s words were muffled as sex lips engulfed her mouth. Amelia rested her weight on Bernice’s reluctant face and the mumbled objections tapered off to silence.

      For an instant she felt sure Bernice was going to defy her. The woman lay motionless beneath her. Her mouth was pressed against Amelia’s labia but she made no attempt to use her tongue. The only sensation was breath from Bernice’s nostrils as she exhaled softly into the dark curls of Amelia’s pubic bush. Even that warm tickle heightened her burgeoning hunger for sexual release. Amelia was already turned on by the reluctance colouring her victim’s mood. Lying motionless and unresponsive beneath her, Bernice was augmenting her arousal.

      When the tongue began to move, Amelia was caught by surprise. Bernice thrust her tongue deep into the inner warmth of Amelia’s sex. The blonde moaned quietly as she performed the intimate and intrusive act.

      Amelia shivered.

      She rocked her pelvis back, allowing Bernice to work on her clitoris. The solid muscle of Bernice’s tongue pushed wetly against the tiny bead of Amelia’s clit. The thrill was sudden and almost too much. Amelia snatched her clitoris from Bernice’s tongue and then rolled her sex forward, allowing her victim to taste the lips of her pussy. Despite Bernice’s reluctance, Amelia felt as though she had found a natural for this particular task. Bernice slipped her tongue against the sopping cleft, probing tentatively between the labia. The woman seemed unaware that she was lapping up the remainder of Yale’s spent seed and Amelia wondered if that flavour might be adding to her excitement. She dismissed the notion, content to revel in the joy of having the tongue brush the pulsing nub of her clitoris and then plunder the delicate folds of her sex. Every movement inspired a wave of raw pleasure. Eddies of enjoyment shivered through Amelia’s body with punishing force.

      With a heavy sigh, Amelia found herself on the brink of orgasm. She didn’t bother fighting the impulse, aware there was a long night ahead where she could enjoy repeated peaks. She simply gave herself over to the wave of delight that surged from her loins.

      Bernice wriggled beneath her and gagged as Amelia’s climax spattered her face. A mischievous thought made Amelia want to stay where she was, forcing her new-found lover to drink everything that poured from her sex. But she stopped herself taking this game to that level of cruelty. Bernice had proved herself an able lover and Amelia was determined to exploit all her talents fully before she started to properly abuse her. Gracefully, she eased herself away from the woman’s face and smiled down.

      ‘What a good start,’ Amelia said cheerfully. ‘You must have done this before.’

      Bernice shook her head. She smiled happily up at Amelia, seeming to take pride in having given pleasure. With the back of her hand she absently wiped her face clean. In the pulsing light of the motor home, Amelia could see a glistening smear of her juices and Yale’s semen on Bernice’s jaw. The sight was inspiration for another surge of fresh desire.

      ‘Never,’ Bernice whispered. ‘That was my first time. My first time with a woman, I mean.’

      ‘Then you have a gift,’ Amelia assured her. ‘And since I’m sharing my bed with you, I think it’s only fair for you to share your gift with me.’

      Nodding eagerly, Bernice reached out to embrace her.

      Amelia felt the naked woman snuggle her body close to hers.

      When she had climbed into the bed, Bernice’s body had been cool and dry. Now, after their initial bout of lovemaking, her sensuous curves were coated with a light dousing of sweat. Her skin was feverishly hot as she pressed herself against Amelia’s flesh.