Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
I…can’t find it.
That makes me pause. “Hey, um, Bethiah?”
“Mmm?” She sounds so deliciously breathless and lost in the moment that I hate to ruin it by asking the dumbest question ever.
I stroke my fingers through her folds again, but still come up empty. Hm. I push a finger into the hot core of her, and she pants in response, her breath speeding up. I add a second finger, working them both in and out of her quickly, but I can’t help but feel that I’m not pleasuring her quite right. She’s going to need more than just a fingerbang. Any woman knows that.
“Well, well,” comes a voice from the outside of the showers.
It’s Jamef.
We break our kiss and both look over at the same time. Jamef’s leaning against one of the low walls of the shower area, watching us with great interest. I imagine we look good in his eyes—two females sprawled on the floor of the showers, kissing and fingering each other. The smile he wears tells me that he doesn’t mind this at all.
He gestures. “Please don’t let me interrupt. I’m enjoying the show.”
“Kef you,” Bethiah mutters, spreading her thighs wider so I can keep working her with my fingers. She turns back to me, kissing me again, her tongue stroking over my upper lip in a way that makes my toes curl.
Focus, Dora. “Actually,” I manage, looking over at him. “You can give me a hand.”
He grins, showing a wicked smile. “Can I, now.”
“Oh, kef me,” Bethiah says.
Sixty-Two
DORA
I’m relieved Jamef is here. Relieved, because the look he’s giving us is not one of a man annoyed that he’s been left out of the fun. He genuinely seems as if he’s content to let me remain in control, his movements slow as he approaches our spot on the floor where I continue to tease Bethiah with two fingers working in and out of her slick cunt, my mouth nipping at hers in quick, fevered kisses.
“I…don’t know…mesakkah anatomy,” I say between kissing her. “Show me where her clit is.”
Bethiah makes a soft sound at that—dare I call it a whimper—and her sprawled thighs quiver just a bit.
“I can help with that. It’s not exactly the same as a human clit, but she does have a very sensitive spot deep inside.” He kneels next to me, heedless of the wet tile, and grins down at Bethiah. “You look lovely, little one.”
She growls in his direction, but she doesn’t get up.
I bite back a chuckle, because I know Bethiah must be feeling vulnerable right now. I rub the outside of her knee, resting against her leg. “Show me how to touch her.”
“If I may.” He looks at Bethiah, waiting for permission.
She scowls at both of us. “Someone had better keffing touch me.”
“Just making sure we’re all on board,” Jamef says, ignoring her huffy tone. He leans over her, putting a palm on the floor, and gives her a quick kiss. “I’ll just be here long enough to show Dora how to make you come, and then I’ll let her get back to playing with you.”
“What about you?” I ask, because I don’t know if he’s going to feel excluded or not. I don’t want him to feel as if we’re ignoring him, but I hadn’t planned on him being here, either.
“I am more than happy to observe and enjoy,” he tells me, moving back between Bethiah’s spread thighs. “Now, give me your hand, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, and he wraps his bigger hand around mine, leaving only my first two fingers free. Using me, he rubs my fingers up and down the cleft of her pussy, getting them slick and teasing her. Bethiah bites her lip, her hips moving in little jerky motions as if she can’t help herself.
He guides my fingers into her and I suck in a breath, because he adds a finger to support my two. Using our joined hands and three combined fingers to pleasure her feels incredibly wicked, and the sound Bethiah makes is needy and raw. Her hands claw at the tile floor, as if she needs something to hold onto, and I can feel her thighs tremble again.
“Now, sweetheart,” Jamef murmurs, leaning over me as he presses my fingers deeper inside Bethiah. “Your hands are small, so push in as far as you can and see if you can brush against something. It’ll feel a bit like a small knot.”
I stretch my fingers, wanting desperately to hit that sweet spot for her. Just when I think I’m not going to be able to reach, I rub up against something—and I’ve found it. It’s like a bead at the top of her channel, much further back than my sensitive spots, and the moment I touch her there, Bethiah’s breath explodes from her and she gasps as if drowning.