Chapter 35: Bridal Submission
The fire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the quilt. My breath still came in ragged gasps, my cunt throbbing with the desperate, unfulfilled ache Gena had ignited. Her violet eyes, wide and dark with shared hunger, locked onto mine as I pinned her wrist. The command hung thick in the smoky air: Fuck me now, Gena.
She didn’t hesitate. A low, predatory sound vibrated in her throat, utterly alien and yet perfectly her. Her free hand shot out, fingers tangling roughly in my short, sweat-dampened red hair. Not gentle. Needy. Possessive. She yanked my head down towards the glistening heat between her thighs.
"Taste me," she demanded, her voice thick with lust, pushing my face into her wetness. "Taste what you did."
The scent hit me first – musky, deep, primal. Then the slick heat enveloped my mouth. My tongue surged forward instinctively, lapping at her swollen folds, tracing the slick contours of her labia, finding the hard, desperate bud of her clit. She gasped, her hips jerking upwards, grinding herself against my mouth.
"Yes! Fuck, Amy! Like that!" Her fingers tightened in my hair, holding me firmly against her. I plunged my tongue deep inside her cunt, fucking her with it, tasting her essence mixed with the lingering tang of my own fingers. She tasted like salt and honey and pure, unadulterated sin. Her thighs clamped around my head, trapping me against her core. The world narrowed to the slick heat, the frantic pulse against my tongue, the ragged sounds tearing from her throat.
My own need was a white-hot brand. While my mouth worked her, my hand, slick with her arousal, found its way back to her ass. My thumb pressed firmly against the tight, forbidden ring of muscle there. She froze for a split second, a sharp intake of breath.
"Do it," she hissed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Fuck me there too. Stretch me."
I pressed my thumb in slowly, feeling the incredible resistance, the tight clench. She whimpered, a sound of pure wanton need. "More... please..."
I pushed harder, my calloused thumb breaching that tight ring, sinking knuckle-deep into her ass. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound of pain-pleasure, her cunt clenching violently around my tongue. I curled my thumb inside her ass, pressing against the sensitive inner wall, while simultaneously plunging my tongue deeper into her cunt, flicking relentlessly at her clit.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh god, both! You're fucking both!" Her voice shattered into incoherent cries. Her hips bucked wildly, fucking herself onto my face and my thumb. The wet, obscene sounds filled the cabin – the slap of skin, my muffled groans against her flesh, her desperate gasps, the slick squelch as my thumb pistoned in and out of her ass while my tongue ravaged her cunt.
Her thighs trembled violently. Her grip on my hair was almost painful. "I'm gonna... Amy! I'm gonna fucking come! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!"
I doubled down. My tongue became a relentless piston inside her dripping channel. My thumb worked her asshole with brutal, rhythmic thrusts, stretching her obscenely. My other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as she writhed. I sucked hard on her clit, pulling it between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
She screamed.
It wasn't a human sound. It ripped through the air, raw and primal, echoing off the log walls. Her entire body arched off the bed, rigid as a bowstring. Her cunt convulsed around my tongue in violent, pulsing spasms, flooding my mouth with her release. Her ass clenched down on my thumb like a vise, milking it impossibly tight. Wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her, shaking her from head to toe. Her cries dissolved into choked sobs, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
I rode the storm, my mouth sealed tight against her, drinking her down, my thumb buried deep, feeling every exquisite contraction. Only when the tremors began to subside, when her body went limp, collapsing back onto the quilt in a boneless heap, did I slowly withdraw my tongue and my thumb.
I lifted my head, breathing hard. My chin was slick with her juices, dripping onto her trembling stomach. Her violet eyes were glazed, unfocused, her lips parted as she gasped for air. She looked utterly destroyed, ravaged, beautiful. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, glowing in the firelight. The silver ring on her finger caught the light as her hand lay limp beside her.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting her still. The ache between my own legs was a furious, demanding pulse. I crawled up her body, my wet cunt dragging across her thigh, leaving a slick trail. I straddled her chest, my knees framing her flushed face. Her eyes, still dazed, flickered up to meet mine, then down to my swollen, dripping folds hovering inches above her mouth.
My voice was a low, guttural rasp, thick with possession and unspent lust. "Your turn, baby girl. Clean me up." I lowered myself onto her face, grinding my wet, needy cunt against her lips. "Lick your mother clean."