Falling For The True Heiress

Her lips were demanding, reclaiming my mouth in a deep, lingering kiss that drew a low, helpless moan from my chest.

"Mmmph..."

The sound was muffled against her tongue as she kissed me with slow, unrelenting intensity. Her hand slipped from my wrist, gliding down the side of my body with deliberate patience.

Her fingertips traced the underside of my breast, featherlight at first, sending a sharp gasp into the kiss.

"Ah..."

She pulled back just enough to murmur, "Quiet," her voice low and husky, before capturing my lips again, swallowing the next needy sound before it could fully escape.

Her touch grew bolder, her palm cupping my breast as though she already knew every reaction she could draw from me. Her thumb stroked over the sensitive peak until it tightened into a hard, aching point, each slow pass sending another shiver through my body.

A sharp, trembling sigh escaped me despite my best efforts to hold it back.

"Sylvia... mmm-ahh..."

"That’s it," she whispered against my lips, her own breathing uneven. Her other hand resumed its journey, down my navel, through the damp curls, finding the slick, swollen flesh beneath.

The first slow circle of her fingers there wrenched a broken cry from my throat.

"Ah! God..."

She kissed me deeper, her tongue thrusting in a rhythm that matched the teasing circles below.

Sylvia broke the kiss, leaving my lips swollen.

I heard the soft sound of her bare feet on the floorboards, the rustle of a drawer, and the quiet clink of something being moved.

The wait was agonizing. The mattress dipped as she returned, her scent enveloping me.

Her fingers brushed my hair back. The silk whispered as she tied the blindfold securely behind my head.

Her lips found mine again immediately, a deep, searching kiss. One hand slid to my wrist, her fingers circling it. She guided my captured hand, placing my palm flat against her sternum.

I felt the rapid drum of her heart. Her other hand continued down my ribcage, over my stomach, until her fingers slipped through the damp curls.

She didn’t enter yet, just circled the aching flesh with a torturous lightness, her mouth devouring mine.

Her touch grew more insistent, her thumb finding a precise rhythm. I arched against her. She broke the kiss, her breath hot against my ear.

"You feel that?" she whispered. "That’s all me. Every pulse, every tremor."

Her finger slowly pushed inside me, and I cried out as she reclaimed my mouth. She worked me with a patient rhythm, her finger curling inside while her thumb kept its circles on my clit. A high whine escaped my throat.

"Mmm-ahh... ah!"

"Let me hear it," she breathed. Her finger slid out, then pushed back in with two.

The gasp that tore from me was raw.

"That’s better."

Her mouth returned to mine. Her pace quickened, her hips pressing against my side as she drove her fingers deeper.

I cried out her name as the climax crashed through me in deep waves. She kissed me through it all, her hand slowing to a gentle pulse.

She slowly withdrew her fingers. I heard the soft, wet sound before she brought them to my lips.

"Taste," she commanded, her voice husky. I opened my mouth without thought, my tongue sweeping over her skin, tasting my own sharp, salty tang.

She watched me. I could feel the weight of her gaze even through the blindfold. A soft, satisfied hum rumbled in her throat.

She untied the blindfold. The lamplight was shockingly bright, making me blink. Sylvia was propped on one elbow beside me, her hair mussed, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes dark and intense.

She didn’t smile. She just looked at me, her gaze tracing over my flushed face and heaving chest.

Her hand came up, her thumb stroking over my damp bottom lip. She held my gaze for a long, silent moment, then leaned in and kissed me again, slow and deep and strangely tender. When she pulled back, she simply rested her forehead against mine, her breathing gradually slowing to match mine.

Sylvia’s hands left my body, and I heard the quiet click of a cap opening.

The scent of clean silicone and more of that slick lube filled the space between us.

She tied my hands to the headboard.

"Turn over," she said, her voice low.

With my wrists still bound to the headboard, I had to shuffle awkwardly onto my knees, presenting my back to her.

The position arched my spine, pushing my whole body toward her and leaving me utterly vulnerable.

I felt the blunt, cool tip of the toy press against me, not where I was dripping and desperate but lower, at my other entrance.

A sharp, surprised gasp left me.

"Sshh," she soothed, one hand spreading me open while the other guided the toy’s tip in a slow, wet circle.

"Just relax, Minnie."

With firm, steady pressure, she began to push the thick silicone inside, the stretch a deep, burning fullness that made me cry out.

"Ah! God...!"

"Fuck, Minnie," Sylvia groaned, her voice thick with lust as she seated the toy fully inside me.

Her hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. Then I felt her lean over my back, her breasts pressing against my skin, her mouth hot against my shoulder.

Her right hand slid around my hip, her fingers finding my soaked clit, while her left hand, slick with my wetness, came to my mouth.

"Lick," she commanded.

I turned my head, my tongue lapping desperately at her fingers, tasting my own sharp salt and musk.

She moaned. "Oh my... my babe is really delicious."

She began to move, pulling the toy almost all the way out before thrusting it back into that tight, clutching channel. Each deep stroke jolted me forward.

At the same time, her fingers on my clit rubbed tight, frantic circles, the dual sensations overwhelming.

"Yes! Mmm-ahh! Ahhh!"

I chanted, the sounds punched out of me with every thrust, my body shaking, the ropes straining.

The slap of skin, the wet, rhythmic sound of the toy thrusting into me, and my own choked moans filled the room.

Sylvia’s breathing was ragged in my ear.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."

Everything in me snapped. Pleasure detonated in a white-hot burst that clenched around the invading toy and radiated outward from her circling fingers.

I screamed, my body convulsing, my muscles locking as the waves crashed through me.

Sylvia kept moving through it, her thrusts becoming shorter and harder until she pressed deep and held there, her own climax wracking her body as she ground against me with a low, guttural cry.

She stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, sweating, and trembling. Slowly and carefully, she withdrew the toy with a soft, wet pop.

Her hands went to the knots at the headboard, her fingers working them loose.

My arms fell, heavy and tingling, to my sides.

Sylvia’s hands were gentle as they massaged feeling back into my wrists, her thumbs pressing into the tender skin where the silk rope had bitten.

She didn’t speak. She simply pressed a soft kiss to each reddened mark before guiding me to turn over and lie back against the pillows.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but they still held that dark, possessive gleam.

She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. A moment later, she returned with a warm, damp cloth and walked back toward the bed.

She took my hands and began to clean my wrists with slow, thorough strokes. Then she reached down and gently wiped away the evidence of our sweat and my release.

The care in the act was almost more intimate than what had come before.

She tossed the cloth aside and stretched out beside me, her body a warm line against mine.

Her fingers traced idle patterns across my stomach, her head resting in the crook of my neck.

"You were perfect," she murmured, the words vibrating against my skin. "Hope you liked this, babe."

I nodded with a faint smile before pushing myself up to sit a little straighter.

"But... how do you even have all this?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice as my gaze swept over everything scattered around the room.

She smiled, then leaned over to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"As an author, I need some of these," she said, her fingers absently combing through my hair. "Sometimes inspiration strikes, or I want to act out a scene to see if it feels natural before I write it. So... they come in handy."

My eyes widened as I looked up at her.

"You... use them on yourself?"

Sylvia smiled, a quiet warmth settling in her eyes as she slowly shook her head.

"No," she said softly. "I don’t."

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a brief, gentle kiss before she pulled away.

"I don’t need to."

Her thumb caressed my cheek, lingering there as she looked at me.

"My babe is right here."

My heart skipped.

Heat crept across my face, and I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. I quickly looked away, too embarrassed to hold her gaze.

"Shut up," I muttered, trying and completely failing to hide my smile.

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