Secrets of the Tulip Sisters

She swayed a little bit and had to consciously steady herself. Her muscles were far more interested in what was happening between her legs than in anything else, forcing her to point out that falling would not be pleasant for any of them.

She tried parting her legs more, wanting him to get to it, but nothing about his movements changed. The silly little whispers of his tongue on her clit made her groan and strain toward him. But it seemed as she moved closer, he moved away.

“Griffith,” she breathed.

“Yes or no?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He stood and pulled off his shirt and jeans, but left on his briefs. She waited for him to move toward the bed, but instead he circled behind her and began kissing his way along her shoulders. His fingers moved from her hips to just below her breasts. They circled without touching anything good. One hand moved down and played between her legs, but again, on the periphery.

Need grew until her blood heated. She felt restless and achy. She knew what she wanted and that it wouldn’t happen, but still. He could try. She wanted him to try.

She squirmed to get closer, but he was behind her and there was nowhere to go. She felt his erection against her rear—at least she knew he was as affected as she was, and while that was comforting, it didn’t do anything for the tension building inside of her.

Finally, when she thought she was going to have to scream instructions, they moved to the bed. He touched every inch of her body, except where it really mattered. He stroked her arms, her cheeks, behind her knees. He tickled her feet, rubbed her thighs. He danced along her rib cage, her collarbone. He kissed her mouth but he didn’t even bump into her breasts.

She felt herself starting to go mad. Her breathing came in pants as need thundered. She was aroused to the point of pain and the man wasn’t doing anything. She wanted to grab him and shake him. She wanted to—

He nudged her wrist, moving her hand until her fingers rested on her upper thigh. She snatched it back and opened her eyes.

“Griffith,” she began.

“Feedback loop.”

“What?”

“You’ll get a feedback loop. I won’t. We’re experimenting, remember. You said it was okay.”

Her cheeks were on fire. “Not to do that.”

“Give me three minutes, then we’ll stop. Please. It’s important to me.”

She started to tell him she couldn’t possibly. She’d never done that by herself, let alone in front of someone. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. A couple of times in college, she’d tried it and nothing had happened, so she’d given up. She simply wasn’t built like everyone else and she was fine with that.

He pressed his hand on top of hers, moving her fingers in a slow circle. The pressure on her swollen clit captured her attention and she found herself minding slightly less that this was happening. Her eyes closed.

“Maybe faster,” he whispered. “Or a bigger circle. You play. I want to do this.”

This turned out to be slipping a finger inside of her. She liked how he moved in and out of her, how he went a little faster, then slower as if he were trying to keep time with...

Holy crap! She was doing it. She was touching herself. That was what he was trying to keep tempo with. Her! Because while she’d been thinking about him moving his finger in and out, she’d started rubbing, searching for the right rhythm that would... Okay, not make her come, but would feel the best.

She rubbed a little harder, feeling the very base of her swollen clit. She parted her legs and pushed down as Griffith slipped in again. There was something just out of reach. A feeling or sensation or promise. She wasn’t sure she could get there, but she was determined to try until she couldn’t anymore.

Her muscles tensed. Her breathing quickened. She didn’t want to stop—not ever. She was terrified Griffith would get bored or have a cramp and if he did...if he did...

He shifted slightly and she nearly cried out to beg him not to move. Only then she felt his tongue on her breast. He licked the very tip of her nipple before drawing it in his mouth and sucking so deeply that the pleasure all connected from her breast to between her legs to the rest of her body. It filled her and awed her and made her—

There! She saw the goal. For the first time ever, she could understand what she was reaching for.

“I’m close!” she gasped. “Oh, Griffith, it’s right there.”

He didn’t change anything. Not by a flicker of a lash did he stop what he was doing. She could barely breathe as she waited, moving her hand around and around—not faster, not slower, just the same. She waited and waited and just when she was sure it was never going to—

Her orgasm claimed her with a roar. It started in the very center of her and spread out like wildfire. It burned through every cell, leaving her gasping and crying and begging. She never wanted this amazing, wonderful feeling to stop. She wanted it to go on and on, but even as the thought formed, she felt the pleasure beginning to fade. Seconds later, it was gone, but in its place was a sense of relaxation and contentment unlike anything she’d ever known. It had finally, finally happened!

She opened her eyes and found Griffith watching her.

“Damn, you’re hot. I nearly lost it a couple of times just watching you get close.” His expression softened. “I felt it, too, Kelly. When you were coming. I could feel your muscles contracting. It was the best.”

She couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “It was. Can we do it again? Do you think I can? What about with you inside? Can I come that way?”

“Let’s find out.”

She nodded eagerly. She wanted to find out a lot of things. Could she come with him going down on her, or with him touching her? What about all those fun movie scenes? Could they re-create them? Ooh, what about her being on top?

She waited eagerly while he slipped on the condom, then guided him inside of her. He filled her completely, sending little jolts all through her body.

“Touch yourself,” he said as he withdrew and pushed in again. “We know that works. Later we’ll try other stuff, but for now, let’s see if we can get you over the edge again.”

“Okay.” She moved her hand into place, not the least bit embarrassed anymore. She’d had an orgasm. She might have another. Honestly, normal had never looked so good.





25

Olivia prepared for her meeting with Kelly the way she would with any other prospective client. She did her research, organized a presentation and dressed for success. In this case, she had on black pants, flats and a lightweight sweater twinset. She was, after all, going to a working farm. A dress and heels would look ridiculous.