Silent Storm Lesbian Story

38: Heard

38: Heard

Belle moved quickly before Davis could protest. Kissing her passionately she denied Davie speech. She stripped them of their bras. Pressing in, she moved, sucking and pulling on Davie's lips and skin. Belle moved her hands to Davie's hips and shifted her until she sat fully on the table. Belle stood between Davie's legs and reaching around she released her from her bra and she felt Davis tense slightly with anticipation.

Gazing into Davis's eyes, Belle slowed for a moment, kissing Davis softly and sweetly. When she pulled away Davis watched as Belle reached for the ice cream and slowly moved a melting spoonful to her mouth. Belle leaned into Davie forcing her to brace herself as she leaned back into the table.

Davis's body tensed when Belle dropped her mouth to her breast. The sensations of the cold, sticky mess and Belle's stroking and pulling tongue caused Davie's nipple to tighten in pleasure and pain. Davis whimpered, moaned, and reached up burying a hand in Belle's hair pulling her mouth into her body desperately begging for more.

Mirabelle's mind popped and flashed with vivid and intense feelings and images. Belle spun with lust and desire. Without looking she dipped her fingers into the container and pulled out the cold thick liquid. She painted the peak of Davie's other breast with the ice cream before she shifted and continued in her consumption.

Davis was quickly becoming undone. Her breathing was strained and she couldn't form thoughts and words in a coherent manner. When she felt Belle's hands break over the edge of her jeans, working to pull them from her body she gasped and joined in frantically trying to free herself from the clothing.

Belle's breathing was broken. She was falling deeper into sexual euphoria at Davie's response. "Davis..." Belle forced herself to calm and take in the sight of Davis completely revealed, sitting at the edge of the table.

Davie's eyes were flooded with lust, she looked slightly imbalanced and lost. Belle pulled the spoon from the container and it was coated with cold, melted ice cream. Without looking away from Davie's face Belle pulled the back of the spoon over Davie's hot folds, swollen with desire and arousal. Davis yelped, gasped and bit down on her bottom lip.

Whimpering with need Davis just barely pushed the words over her lips. "Oh fuck. Cold. Mirabelle, please."

Belle's mind was blinded by the request. The spoon dropped from her hand and clattered to the floor. She saw nothing but felt a raw need that caused her to shake with an orgasm as she stood there.

Mirabelle blinked, stunned and then dropped between Davie's legs hesitating for just a moment before she wrapped her arms behind Davie's thighs lifting her core up, gaining complete access.

Belle pulled the sticky, sweet ice cream and sex from Davie's skin. The sounds of Davie's pained ecstasy flooding her vision and driving her insane with desire. Belle left no sensitive skin untouched or unstimulated. She pushed and pulled her tongue in and over Davie's lips and gem. She cleaned Davie of the cold, sweet cream.

Davis shook with climax and wept with sex. Belle continued in an unrelenting fashion to torture her with her mouth, kissing, sucking, drinking her in. She was rewarded again and again with the vision of Davie's sexual gratification.

Davie couldn't clearly distinguish a series of rolling climaxes that echoed through her. She felt her arms begin to fatigue and she fell back slowly onto the table. The curve in the small of her back was still taunt.

Belle broke from Davie's skin but she was not yet satisfied. She looked down at Davis's body completely exposed and vibrating with sexual bliss. The table and her position gave Belle deep, penetrating access that she could not resist. She pressed into Davis with her fingers and pulled with slow, firm pressure. Belle unapologetically watched every micro expression as she rocketed Davis to sexual abyss.