She is too
beautiful. My system malfunctions because of her
mere presence.
Embarrassed at how hard she was
breathing, and how her body showed in the most
peculiar way that that she was not in control of
anything, Seven pushed the bodice of Kathryn’s dress
further down.
Kathryn was not
wearing a brassiere, instead Seven revealed
soft-looking, dark-tipped breasts that pushed out of
their restraint and bounced before becoming still
before her eyes. The reddish-brown areolas were taut
and slightly puckered, holding most of Seven’s
attention. She wanted to touch them, knowing through
her studies of human sexuality, that they were
sensitive and transmitted highly sexually charged
sensations.
“Touch me.”
Kathryn echoed her mind, and still Seven hesitated.
“Trust me. I won’t break.”
Seven let the
bodice fall onto Kathryn’s lap and wrapped her left
arm tighter around her waist, before raising her
right, human, hand to carefully stroke the rigid
nipple. “Kathryn,” she breathed. “It looks painful.”
“It’s not. It’s
pure bliss.” Kathryn threw her head back against
Seven’s arm, arching into the touch. “It’s like fire
when you touch me. Do it again.”
Seven obliged
eagerly, wanting nothing more than to touch the
enticing body part again. To her amazement, the
nipple puckered even more when she rolled it between
her fingers. Kathryn moaned out loud, placing her
hand above Seven’s. “Pinch me.”
Tugging and
plucking at both of Kathryn’s hard peaks, Seven
played with the breasts, over and over, until
Kathryn began to squirm on her lap. “Please,” she
whispered, “I need to feel your mouth on
me.”
Impatient to
please, and still with the urge to learn everything
about making love to this woman, Seven lowered
Kathryn onto the couch and nudged the other woman’s
flowing skirt up a bit to be able to kneel between
her parted legs. When she let her lips surround one
of the fragile nipples, Kathryn pressed her neck
into the cushions and pushed her breast further into
Seven’s mouth.
“Ah!”
Even Seven knew
that was not a cry of pain. Instead the
high-pitched sound of pleasure resonated in her
midsection, sending trills of arousal throughout her
body. Seven approached the taut nipple the same way
she had kissed Kathryn’s mouth. Letting her tongue
flick over it, and alternating between long, languid
licks, and small sharp bites, she was granted the
sensation of having Kathryn’s fingers lace through
her hair, pulling her closer.
“My God, Seven,
you’re driving me insane.”
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