Chapter 6

“Mm, oh, I…” Moisette shuddered in pleasure.

Moisette rolled fully on top of Paris, her legs fully inside of Paris’s spread legs. Moisette’s weight pressed Paris against the mound of pillows, pressed Paris into the mattress. Moisette’s soft belly rested against Paris’s concave belly. The two kissed as Moisette pressed her pubic mound against Paris’s pubic mound. Moisette rubbed her breasts across Paris’s breasts, hard nipples rasping against hard nipples.

Mm,” both women moaned.

Paris worked her hands from between them and began exploring Moisette’s back. It was hard to concentrate; Moisette was pressing herself against Paris, creating delicious friction between their bodies. Moisette’s back was smooth, her skin was silky underneath Paris’s fingertips.

“I, my butt, my butt it is too big,” Moisette complained as Paris’s fingers traced over Moisette’s soft buttocks.

“Your butt is beautiful,” Paris murmured, squeezing Moisette’s left buttock with her right hand.

Moisette bent her head and again captured Paris’s left nipple in her mouth. Paris shuddered as Moisette’s warm, wet mouth sent electric shocks through her body.

“I, yes!” Moisette groaned out as Paris’s fingers travelled along the deep furrow separating Moisettte’s buttocks.

Moisette groaned loudly when Paris’s fingers grazed Moisette’s tightly clenched anus. Moisette pressed her pubic mound firmly against Paris’s pubic mound, grinding her hips as Paris’s fingers tickled her anus.

“I, oh yes, o my dear Paris,” Moisette groaned as Paris’s fingers travelled that patch of skin from anus to Moisette’s wet lips.

Almost frantically, Moisette kissed Paris’s lips, then lightly chewed on Paris’s nipples. Both women groaned in disappointment when Moisette wiggled down, breaking the contact of pubic mound against pubic mound.

“Mmng!” Paris groaned out loud as Moisette licked along the undersides of Paris’s breasts.

“Mm ack!” Paris shuddered as Moisette’s lips and teeth grazed along Paris’s belly.

Paris involuntarily thrust her hips upward as she felt Moisette’s hot breath blowing across her overheated crotch. Moisette put her hands on Paris’s thighs and gently held Paris down against the bed. Paris shuddered and groaned when she felt Moisette’s warm breath blowing across her puffy lips.

“Augh oh God,” Paris cried out as she felt Moisette drag her flattened tongue from the bottom to the top of Paris’s puffy labia.

Moisette repeated the maneuver again, then used her thumbs to open Paris’s sex. Paris cried out as she felt Moisette thrusting her tongue within Paris’s depths.

“Oh my God, God yes!” Paris screamed out as Moisette’s plump lips wrapped around Paris’s clitoris.

Moisette thrust two fingers into Paris as she sucked forcefully on Paris’s clitoris. Paris again bucked her hips, thrusting her crotch against Moisette’s mouth and fingers. While Moisette used one hand to pleasure Paris, her other hand was between her own legs, rubbing almost frantically at her own sex.

“Augh, I oh my God!” Paris screeched as Moisette’s fingers found Paris’s g-spot.

Moisette massaged Paris’s g-spot while sucking on Paris’s clitoris. Paris bucked, thrashed and screeched in orgasm. Moisette released her lip lock of Paris’s clitoris and lapped at Paris’s essences. Slowly, Paris came down from her thunderous orgasm.

“Mm, oh, oh yes!” Moisette hissed out as her own orgasm crested.

Just when Paris managed to catch her breath, Moisette again attacked Paris’s clitoris and g-spot. Moisette’s fingers again rubbed her own sex while she pleasured Paris.

“Ack! Augh! God! I, no more, no more,” Paris begged.

Moisette kept her fingers inside of Paris as she kissed and nibbled her way up Paris’s abdomen. Moisette’s fingers made obscene, vulgar sounds in Paris’s wet sex as Moisette again feasted on Paris’s beautifully freckled breasts. When Moisette kissed from Paris’s throat to Paris’s gasping lips, Moisette used her thumb to briskly diddle Paris’s clitoris.

“Mmng! Augh!” Paris moaned into the kiss.

After Paris’s orgasm subsided, Moisette rolled to lie next to Paris. She slowly pulled her fingers from Paris’s sex and brought her fingers to her mouth. Through bleary eyes, Paris watched Moisette suck her fingers clean. She watched as Moisette then cleaned the fingers of her other hand.

“You, your taste, it is even better than I had dreamed,” Moisette crooned into Paris’s ear.

“I, I want to taste you,” Paris mumbled to Moisette.

“Oh, oh yes, yes please,” Moisette agreed, spreading arms and legs wide.

Paris was about to admit that she had never done, she had never been with another woman. Clamping her lips shut, Paris decided she would just mimic Moisette’s actions. Her first act was to mount Moisette; lying between Moisette’s spread legs, pressing her pubic mound against Moisette’s pubic mound. Paris rested much of her weight on her elbows, not wanting to crush Moisette.

Paris brought her lips to Moisette’s lips. Softly, the two women kissed, until Paris then opened her mouth and gently ran the tip of her tongue around Moisette’s plump lips.

Moisette opened her mouth and the two women thrust their tongues into each other’s mouths. Paris gave Moisette’s tongue a gentle suck before releasing Moisette’s tongue.

Moving her head down, Paris gently licked along Moisette’s throat. Moisette gave a small shudder of pleasure.

Both women groaned slightly when Paris shifted her body down, breaking the connection of pubic mound to pubic mound. Moisette then sighed aloud as Paris’s tongue travelled over Moisette’s left breast, travelling toward Moisette’s tightly crinkled areole.

Paris captured the wrinkled flesh in her lips and applied suction while batting feverishly at Moisette’s hard nipple. When she applied slight pressure with her teeth, Moisette let out a grunt. The taste of Moisette’s flesh was slightly chemical; Paris deduced that Moisette applied either sunscreen or lotion to her flesh. The texture was soft and smooth, slightly rubbery against her lips and tongue.

“I, oh, oh Paris, you, this is heaven,” Moisette whispered as Paris continued to pleasure Moisette’s left breast.

Paris again wiggled up, masking her crotch against Moisette’s crotch. And again, her lips travelled from Moisette’s lips to Moisette’s right breast.

Paris was able to coax another mild orgasm from Moisette by biting on Moisette’s nipple. Then Paris wiggled further down, kissing and nibbling on Moisette’s soft belly. She could taste more of Moisette’s lotion on Moisette’s skin.

Nearing Moisette’s crop of red hair, Paris detected the aroma of Moisette’s arousal. It was a heady scent, one of musk. To tease Moisette, and to tease herself, Paris kissed all around Moisette’s furry crotch. The aroma of Moisette’s excitement was heavy, filling Paris’s nostrils and seeping into Paris’s brain, building Paris’s desire to taste Moisette.

Using her thumbs to part Moisette’s inner lips, Paris reached out the tip of her tongue and lightly waggled along Moisette’s puffy lips. She could taste Moisette’s nectar as she traversed upward along Moisette’s plump inner lips. Then, Paris delved her tongue into Moisette’s inner walls. Stiffening her tongue, Paris lapped almost feverishly at Moisette’s depths. The flavor of Moisette’s excitement, the texture of Moisette’s canal were intoxicating; Paris felt giddy as she lapped at Moisette.

“Mm, oh, oh yes, oh dear Paris!” Moisette grunted then crooned as Paris drove two fingers into Moisette’s depths.

Paris fucked the two fingers in and out of Moisette while she blindly searched for Moisette’s clitoris with her waggling tongue. She knew she’d found it when Moisette gave a grunt and a jerk of her hips.

“Mm, oh,” Paris groaned, rubbing her own crotch against Moisette’s fluffy comforter.

“I, oh, oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Paris my dear love,” Moisette cried out, hunching her furry crotch against Paris’s sucking mouth.

Paris felt her face become wet with Moisette’s ejaculation. Paris licked and fingered Moisette to another orgasm, then backed away from Moisette’s clitoris and gently nibbled at Moisettte’s inner thighs. Then Paris ‘cleaned’ Moisette’s puffy lips of Moisette’s excitement. Then Paris again sucked forcefully on Moisette’s clitoris while searching for Moisette’s g-spot with her fingers.

“Ack! Ack! Oh, I, Paris! Paris, what are you doing to me?” Moisette cried out, bucking in forceful orgasm.

When Moisette gently pushed Paris’s head, Paris pulled her fingers from Moisette’s slit and kissed her way up from Moisette’s pussy to Moisette’s gasping mouth. Moisette wrapped her arms around Paris. Paris likewise hugged Moisette and the two lovers kissed. As they kissed, they also ground their bodies against one another.

Paris woke up or came to, slightly disoriented, confused. She was safe and warm, wrapped in a cocoon of silk sheet and heavy comforter. She could hear Moisette’s deep, contented breathing. Again, Paris felt the pressure in her bladder, the reason she’d woken up.

Moisette’s bathroom was large, with large walk-in shower with three clear glass walls and a padded bench. Paris did not dawdle, did not count the four showerheads. Paris did not pause to admire the gleaming whirlpool tub or the ten foot long, five foot tall mirror over the long counter with two sinks. Paris gratefully plopped down on the sparkling clean commode and relieved herself.

Crisis over, Paris now took the time to admire the elegant and very clean bathroom. The tub attracted her attention and Paris admired the sculpted seats, tried to count the nozzles.

“You want, would you like to take a bath?” Moisette whispered, pressing her nude front against Paris’s nude back.

“Mm,” Paris cooed as Moisette’s hands came up and cupped Paris’s breasts.

“Mm,” Paris moaned as Moisette’s lips kissed along Paris’s throat.

“Oh, Moisette,” Paris purred as Moisette playfully nipped at Paris’s shoulder.

“Let me tinkle, then we can play in the tub,” Moisette purred into Paris’s ear before letting go of Paris’s breasts.

Paris stepped outside of the bathroom, to give Moisette some privacy. A check of her cell phone told Paris that it was one forty three in the morning.

Paris heard the toilet flush, then a moment later, she heard the unmistakable sound of running water.

Entering the bathroom again, Paris was treated to the sight of Moisette’s well-rounded backside as the woman adjusted the taps of the tub. Moisette then squatted in front of her vanity and pulled out a plastic bag with light green ribbon knotted around its opening. Moisette dropped a palm full of crystals into the tub and the air immediately filled with the scent of apples.

Moisette adjusted a knob on the wall and the room’s bright lights slowly dimmed. Moisette’s final act was to grab two fluffy towels from a small closet, then Paris was again treated to the sight of Moisette’s pretty backside as Moisette climbed into the deep tub.

Paris followed Moisette into the nearly scalding water. Moisette pulled Paris to recline next to her. The two women kissed languidly as the hot water continued to fill the tub.

“And…” Moisette said, flicking a button.

The jets whirred to life. Moisette leaned forward and shut the taps off. She then pressed the button twice more and the jets roared to a pummeling intensity.

“Mm,” Moisette cooed, pressing her lips to Paris’s lips.

“Mm,” Paris agreed, opening her mouth for Moisette’s probing tongue.

While the jets thrummed and pummeled them, Moisette dipped her fingers into Paris’s wet sex. As they kissed, Moisette quickly fingered Paris to a grunting orgasm. When she caught her breath, Paris returned the favor.

“I, I am so afraid, one day? One day I will drown in this tub,” Moisette admitted after a few minutes of kissing and touching.

“I, really?” Paris asked.

“I would just fall asleep, fall asleep and slip underneath the water,” Moisette murmured. “Fall asleep and never ever wake up.”

Moisette reduced the intensity of the jets to a low bubbling hum. Twisting in her seat, Moisette looped her left leg over Paris’s legs and pressed her lips to Paris’s throat.

When the water had cooled slightly, Moisette turned the jets off. A few moments later, she sleepily nudged Paris. Paris sluggishly climbed out of the tub. A moment later, Moisette climbed out and the two women toweled themselves dry.

Sunlight was streaming into the bedroom. Checking her cell phone, Paris saw that it was seven thirty. She also saw no messages, no voice mail or text messages from Tommy. He had been off of work for an hour and thirty minutes now. Surely he had been home, in their bedroom and had seen no sight of Paris. Paris assumed that her boyfriend had simply shrugged out of his clothes and had crawled into their bed and had gone to sleep without a thought to Paris’s whereabouts or well-being.

Even in sleep, Moisette was perfect. Her hair was just the right amount of tousled mess, her mouth opened in a silent snore, displaying some of her perfectly white teeth. Her bare shoulder was pale and soft and smooth.

“God, I want to hate you,” Parish murmured, looking at the sleeping beauty.

Paris wiggled out of the bed and located her clothing. She tottered out of the bedroom and down the stairs. In the immaculate kitchen, Paris made a quick survey of the pantry and refrigerator then began assembling the ingredients for cinnamon rolls.

“This kitchen is unbelievable,” Paris said out loud as she slid the cookie sheet into the oven.

While the rolls baked, Paris completed the two icing choices into two separate bowls. She even found two miniature rubber spatulas in a drawer and put those spatulas into the bowls.

Paris’s last action was to make two mugs of dark, rich coffee.

“Hmm? Oh, oh do let me sleep? Just a few more…” Moisette whined when Paris nipped playfully at Moisette’s bare shoulder.

“Fine. I mean, your cinnamon rolls will be cold by the time you get your lazy butt up, but if you’d rather sleep…” Paris declared.

“Cin…did you say cinnamon rolls? Oh, I can smell them!” Moisette enthused, rolling over.