It was a perfect atmosphere for sensuality, for seduction, the web spun a thread at a time. A fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the bedroom, adding its inviting glow to the dim room. The only other light was several candles, and one small lamp in the far corner. Music thrummed and throbbed softly on the stereo, adding its own thread in the form of vibrations working through them. In their hands were beautiful cut-glass wineglasses, filled with chilled wine to cool and warm them at the same time. The final thread was soft silk and lace to tempt one another. Melanie wore lavender; the icy-cool color complimented her ash-blonde hair and light blue eyes. Teresa wore white; it shimmered against dark-red hair and midnight-blue eyes, highlighted the paleness of her skin.
"Let's try something different tonight." Melanie took a drink from her wine glass, and Teresa shivered, watching the sensual movements of her throat as she swallowed. She stared at the long line of her lover's throat, then shook herself.
"Something different, like what?" They both liked experimenting, and 'something different' was a frequent occurrence. However, Melanie had a gleam in her eye Teresa couldn't quite decipher. She reached out and brushed blond curls back from Melanie's forehead.
"Thanks." Another swallow of wine. "I was thinking...I'd like to spank you."
"Spank me?" Teresa squeaked, not sure which emotion stuttering through her felt stronger: arousal, or dismay. "I don't know about that, Mel. Pain isn't my strong suit---"
"By the time it got to hurting, I don't think you'd care." Melanie's smile was more predatory now, a different sort of heat rising in her eyes. Teresa shivered lightly, a light tingling beginning between her legs. She brushed short, red curls behind her ear, and took a drink from her own wineglass, enjoying the warmth spreading slowly through her.
"I think you might be right," she murmured, after a moment. Melanie smiled in reply, and walked to the dresser to set her glass down. She picked up the large, old-fashioned silver hairbrush Teresa's grandmother had given her, and Teresa gasped softly. "Melanie! I---"
"Shhh." Soft lips touched Teresa's, an even softer tongue tracing lightly over the inside of her bottom lip in a brief, tantalizing kiss. "You know you can trust me...I promise you'll like it." A heartbeat of hesitation, then she added, "You know if you don't, I'll stop." She settled on the bed, setting the brush beside her. "C'mere, love." She patted her lap.
Teresa put her glass on the bedside table, then stepped in front of Melanie, her fingers rubbing restlessly over her belly.
"You know how sexy you are when you do that?" Melanie reached out and teased where Teresa's fingers touched, then drew a line of fire upward until she stroked lightly around one taut nipple. Teresa's breath exploded in a soft gasp.
"I'm nervous," Teresa said softly, fingers smoothing upward over the soft satin, drawing circles now around her breasts, moving inward. Melanie's fingers followed, brushing over her puckered aureoles, but not touching the hard tips.
"I know you are. You always touch yourself when you're nervous. It's sexy as hell."
"Touch me...please, touch me," her voice was a whimper now, her arms falling limply to her sides while Melanie's fingers teased circles all around, everywhere but where she wanted them. Memories of how skillfully those fingers could play her body made Teresa shift as the tingling between her legs became a gentle but insistent throb.
Melanie smiled at her, heat making her light blue eyes seem darker, deeper. Teresa arched her back, thrusting her chest forward gently, groaning softly when slender, nimble fingers plucked at the aching peaks poking through her nightie. "Please, Melanie...."
"Are you getting wet, love?" Melanie's fingers stroked and plucked until Teresa thought she would wail. Her belly felt tight, need rising so strongly within her it felt like a physical presence.
"Are you?" She countered, willing herself to stay still.
"Oh, yeah." Melanie's teeth gleamed whitely in the dimness, and the heat in her voice made Teresa blush, something she did often enough that Melanie teased her sometimes. Melanie trailed one slender finger down the valley between her breasts, over her chest, down over her belly. Teresa hissed when Melanie teased the soft lace that made up the top of her panties, just visible beneath the sheer skirt of the nightie. "How wet, baby?"
"W-wet," she said softly, catching her lower lip between her teeth. "Please...."
"Not 'til you get your spanking. You *know* that little ass wants to be warm and rosy for me." Melanie's fingers teased down one leg, traced along the opening of her panties, then up again, skillfully avoiding her mons. "C'mon, love. Over my lap."
"This is silly," Teresa giggled once, as she tried settling herself. The giggle was reflexive; she felt awfully nervous about it, in spite of having had a few slaps on her bottom during the heat of the moment. This was calculated, and that made her uncertain---at least, it made her head uncertain. Her body was already sure it would like it. She shifted again, with Melanie's help, finally resting over her lover's lap, grateful she wasn't any bigger than she was. Melanie wasn't a lot smaller than her, but a couple inches apparently could make a difference. She giggled again helplessly when Melanie's hand smoothed down her back and over the rounded part of her ass.
"Very nice. I thought this position would highlight one of your best assets." Teresa couldn't see Melanie's face from her position, but she could hear the possessive quality in her voice, could hear the arousal growing there. She blushed again, glad to be facedown at the moment, and giggled. Melanie's hand rubbed and shaped her skin, following the contours as her cheeks dipped into her legs, one finger trailing back up, pressing lightly at the silk and lace covering her, delving the barest degree into the cleft between her cheeks.
"I thought you were going to spank me," she breathed, her voice almost squeaky with anticipation, arousal, nerves. She loved Melanie's hands on her; it made the heat growing between her legs that much stronger. But it drew out the tension, as well, made her feel like a piece of string pulled tighter and tighter.
"Oh, I am." Melanie's voice sounded cheerful, a little throatier now. She pushed aside the silk nightie and tapped gently on the sheer panties, a gentle rhythm that had Teresa squeezing and tensing. Melanie tapped a little harder in admonishment. "Loosen up, Ter. It'll hurt, if you're tense."
"I thought it was supposed to hurt." Her words were muffled, even to her ears, so she raised her head enough to see Melanie's profile. "Isn't that the---point?"
"No, love." Melanie's voice filled with warmth, was rich with amusement and desire. Laughing, but not at her. Teresa felt a rush of warmth of her own that had nothing to do with sexual heat. "The point is to get your ass rosy and warm, warmed enough that it makes you hot everywhere else." Melanie laid several taps down as she spoke, and Teresa wiggled when the throbbing deep within her intensified. "And you know sometimes something that might hurt otherwise...feels really, really good, when you're turned on." Another smack, not quite so gentle this time, made Teresa quiver.
"Just like the clamps," she said breathlessly, shifting around. Melanie stroked her fingers briefly between Teresa's legs, making her abruptly aware of how wet she really was. Teresa moved again, tried to spread her legs wider, to get those fingers closer to her heat, and Melanie brought her hand down harder.
"Just like," she agreed, pinching the soft skin at the top of Teresa's right thigh. Teresa shivered and moaned quietly. More taps and smacks, growing in intensity and strength, and it was all Teresa could do not to vibrate off Melanie's lap as arousal grew steadily within her. Several of the slaps fell on the tops of her thighs, where her legs melded into her ass, and each one felt like that part of her was hardwired into her throbbing clit; each one made her burn hotter with hunger and need.
When Melanie tugged on her panties Teresa shuddered and lifted, the rush of comparatively cool air against her fever-hot ass and pussy made her feel dizzy for a moment. There was silence for a moment, then the soft, breathy sound of Melanie's voice.
"You *are* wet, love. God, you're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
Teresa nodded, her reply softer than Melanie's question. "Yes." She took a deep breath and wiggled against Melanie's hand. "Please, Mel...spank me...some more."
A soft, breathless laugh was her answer, then Melanie's hand smoothed over her warmed cheeks. It gave her just a moment to prepare before Melanie's palm struck her bare ass in a smack that vibrated all the way through her. Sharp and bright, it hovered right on the edge of pain, but the warmth that rushed up to greet her felt much more like pleasure. She gasped and tightened, then sobbed once when Melanie spanked her several more times, sharp, quick blows that both hurt and didn't.
"Relax, Ter. God, you're so pink now...." Melanie rubbed and smoothed, teasing the warmth into her skin, then peppered the heated skin with another half-dozen increasingly sharp slaps. Each one fell just around that incredibly sensitive area by the tops of her thighs, and when Melanie eased up for a moment to let her breathe, Teresa shook with hunger.
"Hot," she whispered, and felt the throbbing echo within her. "I'm so hot, Mel---" Her words fell off in a whimper when Melanie teased one finger down her cleft and into the slickness between her lips. She wiggled, trying to get that single finger onto her clit, aching inside for just a little bit of friction...just enough to send her over the edge into orgasm. Melanie laughed and stroked her gently, never touching her where she wanted, teasing her relentlessly. When Teresa spread her legs shamelessly, balancing precariously on Melanie's lap, her lover laughed and smacked her ass again, leaving Teresa half-sobbing with need. "Please...."
"Shhh." Teresa felt Melanie's lips brush over the top of her head, then her voice, soft and thick with hunger, wrapped around her. "I never thought it would affect you this way, Ter. I'm gonna make it so much better. Relax, love."
Relax. Yeah, right. Teresa let her breath out, then breathed in slowly, trying to let some sort of calm settle over her. She closed her eyes and listened to the snap-crackle of the logs in the fire, and to the soft susurrations of Mel's breathing, combined with the gentle, easy stroking and tapping over her warm skin. The sharp, hard crack of Mel's hand hitting her startled a low cry from her that turned into a deep moan when at least five or six more solid, hard slaps hit her burning skin. Another six, then another, sharp and unending, the bright edge of pain fuzzing where it met the warm, hazy edge of pleasure. The tops of her thighs, the crack of her ass, the rounded parts of her cheeks. She shuddered as Melanie's hand worked its way over her entire rear, accompanied by her gasps and sobs and moans.
There was a lull for a moment, then Melanie's hands stroking, pinching, kneading, making her gasp and wiggle. "Oh, please, Mel...please...." She spread her legs awkwardly, shuddering over and over. "Touch me, please touch me."
"Yes." The sigh was soft as featherdown, caressing her gently. "Come on the bed, love." Warm hands helped her stand; Teresa was surprised her legs were shaky. She stood there in front of Melanie and let her panties fall to the floor in a soft puddle of silk. Melanie reached out to undo the buttons holding her nightie together and that joined her panties, leaving her bare.
"Beautiful...." Melanie's voice was barely more than a whisper, a puff of air with sound vibrating behind it. She reached out and touched Teresa's cheek, touching the dampness there. Tears. Teresa didn't remember crying. "Does it hurt?"
Teresa shook her head. "Yes, and no. I feel all hot...everywhere." She moved forward, kneeling onto the bed beside Melanie. "I can feel...where your hand hit. It hurts, but it feels good, too." She smiled then lowered her head to kiss Mel, tasting the arousal in their kiss. Her fingers trembled as she undid the lace ties holding Melanie's gown together, until she could push the silky fabric down, baring her breasts, nipples hard and erect, matching her own. She brushed her mouth over Mel's ear. "You liked doing it?"
"Yes." Melanie made a quiet half-sob and arched her head back, letting Teresa scrape her teeth gently over tender skin.
"I liked it," Teresa whispered hoarsely, pushing Melanie back gently. She leaned in and licked over one hard nipple, then closed her mouth around it and suckled, gently at first, then harder. Melanie shuddered beneath her and stretched her arms out, long slender fingers teasing at Teresa's thighs. Teresa shifted and spread her knees wider apart, shivering when soft touches teased the dampness slicking her inner thighs.
"I can tell." Melanie traced her fingers through the slickness, spreading it around, before running one finger along puffy, swollen lips. Teresa shuddered and groaned around the nipple she suckled, shifting imperceptibly. When Melanie touched her clit she hissed, shivers working their way up and down her, making her skin feel goosebumped and rippled. She suckled harder, biting down gently on the hard/soft tip, her body beginning to shudder. Melanie's voice filtered in, the words lodging themselves in the pleasure center of her brain as that one finger rubbed gently, then harder. "Come for me, Teresa. Come on, love."
It felt like a white-hot explosion that centered in her pelvis and spread outward in warm, growing waves, sending tendrils creeping into every single inch of her. Teresa released Melanie's nipple, afraid she'd bite too hard, then groaned as another spasm grabbed her, as Melanie continued to rub and stroke.
When it was over, and the last spasm had died away, leaving her tingling and pulsing gently, Teresa laughed shakily and laid her head on Melanie's chest. "Wow." She kissed the tip of the nipple nearest her, then licked it lazily. "That was...amazing."
"Heh." Melanie wiggled beneath her, turning so she could suck again. She stroked Teresa's head lightly. "You're beautiful when you're coming. I love to watch it."
"Speaking of coming...." Teresa stroked her hand over Melanie's belly, poking lightly at her navel before moving lower. "You haven't, yet."
"I know." Melanie's voice was breathless, catching on the last word as Teresa stroked lightly over her slick mons, teasing between her lips. She arched, whimpering softly. "God, Ter---"
"Scoot back." Teresa shifted off her, waiting until Melanie moved backward. She leaned forward and settled herself, then spread Melanie's thighs slowly, pushing them up and open.
Between her legs, Melanie was flushed a dark pink, swollen, and very slick. Teresa sighed and smiled, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to each inner thigh. Melanie wiggled and whimpered, and Teresa laughed softly, placing another kiss, then another, each one higher than the last. When she spread swollen labia open Melanie hissed; when she leaned in and kissed the tip of her clit, Melanie groaned and shuddered.
"Please...."
"Soon, lover," Teresa whispered the words against Mel's fevered skin, her hands holding lightly to bucking hips. She licked tenderly, then harder, faster, kneading with her tongue. Mel thrashed under her, leg muscles straining as she tried to push up against Teresa's mouth and the scream she let out as she came made Teresa throb deep inside in answer. She licked and kissed gently until Mel relaxed under her, one hand stretched out to stroke her hair. Teresa sighed. "I love you." She rested her head on one hip and traced a finger through the dampness still slicking Mel's inner thighs.
"I love you too, honey." Melanie wiggled, then tugged lightly on a lock of hair. "Come up here with me."
"'Kay." But she lay there a moment longer, just listening to the sounds of Mel's breathing, the quiet thump of her heart as it beat strongly, steadily, the funny gurgling noise her belly made, and then she smiled. They might try something different, but the old and familiar was still just perfect.
~Finis~
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