Livvie turned to face him, her gorgeous, kissable lips a delight and a torture to him as he yearned for her, for how it used to be.
“Whatever it takes, Ry; there’s so much I don’t know, so much I never understood, so teach me, please, both of you; show me how it can be; I need this, please, I need you both…”
She felt the tears roll from the corners of her eyes, wetting her cheeks under the blindfold even as she said it, and then his soft hands were on either side of her face, her beautiful, sad face, thumbing away her tears even as his lips found hers. Livvie arched her back to meet his kiss as fervently as he kissed her, their lips pressed together as their tongues played and fenced, Ryan rejoicing in his wife’s true kiss for the first time in what felt like forever, while Livvie felt his kiss as new and fresh, a promise of a new beginning, but tempered with his acceptance of and sorrow at what he’d done, how nearly he’d destroyed it all.
As Ryan looked up, the woman looked questioningly at the padded ankle cuffs securing Livvie’s ankles to the foot of the bed. Ryan nodded and unsnapped them, Livvie drawing her knees up in sudden freedom. As she did, once again the masked girl silently directed him, this time indicating he lie between her thighs, his hands sliding under her to hold and squeeze her delectable buttocks, one of his greatest delights. Livvie sighed as he pulled himself closer to her, holding her thighs open for him to find and feast on her succulence.
When his lips found her labia, Livvie started, then relaxed with a deep sigh, remembering and enjoying the feel of his mouth on her, the strength and proprietary feel of his hands holding, squeezing and kneading her buttocks as he held her against his mouth; her body thrilled at the feel of his tongue as he lapped at her in long, stroking licks, from anus to apex of her slit. At the same time, and with a quick grin at him, the mysterious masked girl lowered her head to take Livvie’s taut nipple gently between her teeth, making her buck with surprise even as a sharp thrill of pleasure ran through her.
“Ooohhh… ooohh yess, oh my God, yess…!” she murmured as white, even teeth gently scraped and bit her fat, swollen nipples, making her writhe even as Ryan explored her pussy with both the flat of his tongue and the pointed tip, drawing even more sighs and short gasps from her.
Now the woman straddled Livvie’s midsection and, holding the ornate wrought-iron bed-head, slowly rubbed her breasts across Livvie’s face and lips, teasing her with her erect nipples, finally slipping one small, firm breast into her mouth, to gasp softly as Livvie sucked and gently chewed on the swollen, stiff little nipple, her tongue exploring and rasping the puffy areola to the evident delight of the girl in the mask.
The other breast was presented, and Livvie sucked and teased again, evidently enjoying the sensation. The girl slid down Livvie’s body until she was face to face with her, and her tongue licked out, fast as a striking snake, to rub across Livvie’s lips.
Livvie responded by yearning up, her mouth half open in invitation, and the girl accepted, her lips brushing Livvie’s teasingly, but each kiss lingering longer than the previous, until both girls were locked in a passionate kiss, Livvie straining against her restrained wrists while the girl held and squeezed her nipples. With Ryan lashing her clitoris with his tongue, and the girl rubbing and squeezing her nipples as they kissed, Livvie was overloading with pleasurable sensation, bright, quicksilver flares of delight sparkling through her as her husband and the unknown girl teased, and tasted, tormented, and thrilled her.
The pleasure grew in intensity, swelling and tumbling through her, strands and flashes of brightness combining to swell and surge, a building tidal wave of glittering, sparkling, liquid heat, warming her through even as it tore her breath away, and then, the soundless clap of thunder, the sheet-lightning of pure orgasm, pleasure almost more than she could bear tearing through her, outlining her soul and ripping the fears and doubts and imagined cares and worries to shreds, until only the pleasure remained.
She suddenly knew everything, could see everything, and there, in the middle of this revelation, this moment of epiphany, was Ryan, his glittering eyes and wind-burned skin, his sun-bleached hair, and his perfect smile, the same smile she saw in her baby boy. Her heart turned over and faltered as she drowned in her love and need for her husband, and as her barriers finally came all the way down, the full force of her orgasm crashed into her, sweeping all thought away, leaving only wonder, and need, and deep, deep longing in its wake.
She screamed in release, her body finding the safety valve it needed before her heart burst with the emotions and pleasure that surged and battered at her, each crescendo more intense, more beautiful than the last, taking her higher and higher, until at last she found herself floating in a place of cool, calm serenity, a glowing haze of well-being and soft, gently swirling and entwining colours and dimly sensed shapes. She fancied she could hear her name being called, softly, as from a long way away, gradually becoming clearer and more distinct, until recognition swept over her; Ryan, he was here, and he was calling to her, and oh, she wanted to go to him, she needed him so!
She felt his lips brush hers, and once again his voice, soft in her ear.
“Livvie, baby, are you okay? Jeez, Liv, you scared me, you stopped breathing!”
Livvie opened her eyes, to see nothing. The thick, soft blindfold still made her world perfectly dark, but she smiled, and his voice took on that unique timbre and tone it had when she knew he was smiling.
“Oh it was wonderful, Ry!” she breathed, “so beautiful! You were there; I heard you calling me and I came to find you!”
Ryan began to remove her blindfold but Olivia shook her head.
“Please, let me keep this for a while, Ry! It’s all so new, it feels like a new place, I can see it all in my mind now, please, let me keep seeing it for a while longer!”
Ryan smiled as his hands roamed over her body, his hands joining with those of the masked girl in touching, smoothing, and caressing Livvie’s taut, satin-smooth skin, feeling the new vibrancy and re-awakened love for life as she found her way back into the world once more. As his hands touched and caressed, he felt a deeper, more profound stirring in himself; he wanted her so badly, and she was almost ready to want him in that way once more.
Without conscious thought, his probing fingers found their way to the juncture of her thighs, to the warm slickness hiding there, and as he stroked and caressed, she sighed and wriggled, trying to force herself harder against his hand, to feel him once more plunder and delight her. At the same time, the masked girl once more dipped her head down, her tongue-tip flicking Livvie’s nipple with little, feather-light licks and caresses, each contact wringing a soft groan from her as she writhed in her captivity.
Ryan joined her, kissing and gently suckling on Livvie’s other nipple as his fingers lightly stroked and caressed her damp and swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her tensing beneath his lips as she arched her back to push even more of herself into the teasing, tantalising mouths that both promised and withheld so much.
“Please, Ry, please, now… now…!” she moaned, and Ryan smiled; she was almost there.
He quirked an eyebrow at the girl directing this intervention, and she smiled, but shook her head. Ryan smiled in comprehension: just a little longer, now…
“Not yet, Livvie; you remember when we did this before?”
She nodded, gasping softly as he squeezed and gently suckled her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue-tip.
“I told you then that you had to earn it, that you weren’t ready. Are you ready now?”
Livvie moaned as she nodded; all her nerve-endings seemed to be on fire, and the teasing and touching were driving her almost to distraction; now she wanted an end to this, she wanted to see, and touch, and taste her lovers, her darling Ryan, and the silent woman who touched and caressed her in all the places a woman knows she needs to be touched.
She felt his gentle fingertip rub along her lips, and heard his soft chuckle as she darted her head up to kiss it before it withdrew. A slight pressure on her lip and she knew he wanted her to open her mouth; she did so willingly; she guessed what he was going to do now, and to her surprise realised she wanted it too, more than anything.
The change in weight on the bed told her he was now kneeling beside her, and once again, as she yearned up for him, he gently but firmly turned her face to one side, and slid his solid, engorged penis between her waiting lips.
Smiling to herself at his softly indrawn gasp, she curled her tongue around the tip of the cock in her mouth, letting her tongue describe the well-remembered contours to her once more as she made love with her lips, her tongue, and her gently scraping teeth, making him quiver and gasp as she tested his sensitivity. And then she gasped as a questing tongue invaded her own sweetness, once again those quick, cat-like flicks of a talented tongue-tip inflaming her clitoris, the pulsations spiralling through her, a nimbus of delicious warmth and tingling pleasure surrounding and enveloping her.
Livvie moaned around the cock invading her mouth even as she sucked, while the other tongue swirled and flickered and strummed her most sensitive parts, sending the pleasure blooming through her again and again, making her suck harder and more determinedly. She could feel Ryan trying not to thrust hard into her, his muscles trembling as he fought the urge to ram that thickness down her throat and use her, instead remaining in place as she drew his orgasm ever nearer; she could feel it trembling in his body, in the pulse that beat and hammered in the maleness between her lips. In a thousand ways she could feel him trembling on the brink, and the knowledge tensed her as she too began to ascend to that peak, her thighs and stomach rippling as the pleasure from that darting, lapping tongue grew and grew, until she could hold on no longer.