Pokemon, Jessie/Cassidy -- #5
“Shit, Jess--!” Cassidy hisses and the finger slips out; she isn’t sure if she’s grateful or disappointed.
But then Jessie’s dropping down to her knees, tugging panties with her, and spreading Cassidy’s cheeks and Cassidy jerks in her hold as Jessie presses her face forward and whispers huskily, “Looks like it’s your lucky night,” before working her tongue into Cassidy’s tight entrance.
“Oh God!” Cassidy gasps, falling forward and gripping at the foot of her bed. Her fingers clutch at the bed sheets and her back arches as Jessie’s tongue wriggles and writhes and reduces her to a quivering, cursing mess. She can feel the inside of her thighs moistening with her own pleasure and the saliva that trickles down from Jessie’s busy mouth. She pants heavily and reaches down with one trembling hand to touch herself between her legs. She rubs at the excited, pulsing flesh that’s tucked away there, her fingers growing slick. “So-fuck-so close,” she whines, unsure if she’s urging on Jessie or herself.
But Jessie catches on, anyway, her nails digging into Cassidy’s tender skin as she moves her head from side to side, licking and lapping and sucking at Cassidy’s fluttering muscles, faster, harder. Cassidy’s fingers match her pace until her pleasure mounts and she pulses around her fingers, her body going lax and limp. Jessie places a soft kiss at Cassidy’s entrance and stands, moving to the bed.
“You aren’t going to let me go home unsatisfied, are you?”
Her tone is playful, voice pure silk, but Cassidy knows there’s a threat hidden there somewhere. In any other situation, Cassidy would challenge her: smirk and toss her clothes at her face and show her the door. But Jessie is hardly ever so generous in the bedroom, and Cassidy has no intention of pressing her luck.
But then Jessie’s dropping down to her knees, tugging panties with her, and spreading Cassidy’s cheeks and Cassidy jerks in her hold as Jessie presses her face forward and whispers huskily, “Looks like it’s your lucky night,” before working her tongue into Cassidy’s tight entrance.
“Oh God!” Cassidy gasps, falling forward and gripping at the foot of her bed. Her fingers clutch at the bed sheets and her back arches as Jessie’s tongue wriggles and writhes and reduces her to a quivering, cursing mess. She can feel the inside of her thighs moistening with her own pleasure and the saliva that trickles down from Jessie’s busy mouth. She pants heavily and reaches down with one trembling hand to touch herself between her legs. She rubs at the excited, pulsing flesh that’s tucked away there, her fingers growing slick. “So-fuck-so close,” she whines, unsure if she’s urging on Jessie or herself.
But Jessie catches on, anyway, her nails digging into Cassidy’s tender skin as she moves her head from side to side, licking and lapping and sucking at Cassidy’s fluttering muscles, faster, harder. Cassidy’s fingers match her pace until her pleasure mounts and she pulses around her fingers, her body going lax and limp. Jessie places a soft kiss at Cassidy’s entrance and stands, moving to the bed.
“You aren’t going to let me go home unsatisfied, are you?”
Her tone is playful, voice pure silk, but Cassidy knows there’s a threat hidden there somewhere. In any other situation, Cassidy would challenge her: smirk and toss her clothes at her face and show her the door. But Jessie is hardly ever so generous in the bedroom, and Cassidy has no intention of pressing her luck.