Today's guest is Lucy Felthouse, with an excerpt from The Lady Gardener, a short story in her newly released collection, Sapphic Seduction:
If you enjoy short tales of ladies loving each other, then get your hands on this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.
From Zumba classes to army basic training, surfer chicks to mechanics, and even a lost dog, this book has variety galore. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.
Enjoy twelve titillating tales, over 45,000 words of Sapphic delight.
All thoughts of messy hair and wet clothes disappeared from Verity’s head as Bea continued to stroke her hair, then shifted her hands down to cup her cheeks.
“It’s not just your hair that’s beautiful, you know,” Bea murmured.
“Umm...” was all Verity could manage. Her brain had short-circuited, leaving her speechless and wondering if she’d fallen asleep and was dreaming.
When Bea next spoke, she’d moved so close that Verity felt the other woman’s breath caressing her skin. “Just tell me, Verity, am I barking up the wrong tree, here? If you’ll pardon the pun.”
Still frozen into silence and inactivity, Verity finally managed to shake her head.
Bea sighed in relief. “Oh, good.” With that, she closed the remaining gap between them and pressed her lips to Verity’s.
After a beat, Verity’s clit dialled up from throbbing to screaming, kicking Verity into action. She reached out and pulled Bea onto her lap, and began to return the kiss in earnest.
Bea’s mouth was soft and warm, and tasted of the tea she’d consumed. Delving her tongue between those sweet lips, Verity allowed her body to take over. All her mind seemed to do was hold her back, so why not let go for a change, and see what happened? They were both adults, after all.
Verity reached up and cupped Bea’s breasts, which, like her backside, were high and firm. Barely a handful, they were nevertheless very enticing, and after several long moments of kissing, Verity suddenly wanted nothing more than to see those breasts naked.
She pulled back, only to grip the hem of Bea’s T-shirt and tug it up.
Bea giggled. “I’ve only just put that on.”
“I’ve only just put these trousers on. Want me to keep them on?” Verity countered.
“Of course not!” Bea all but tumbled from Verity’s lap and undressed, dropping her dry clothes into a pile away from the wet things still strewn beside the radiator.
Verity stood and followed suit. Then, unsure what to do next, she sat back down.
Bea quickly moved back onto her lap. As their naked bodies pressed together, Verity felt far from chilly. In fact, she was suddenly scorching, as though she’d been sunbathing for too long.
She cupped the back of Bea’s neck and pulled her in to resume the kiss. She snaked her other hand between their bodies, seeking Bea’s pussy. As her fingers grew closer, she sensed the heat even before she’d experienced it.
When she did, she let out a groan, as did Bea, but they didn’t stop kissing. Instead, they did so with more passion, their movements becoming faster, more frantic, even as Verity dipped her fingers between Bea’s slick, swollen lower lips and claimed her prize.
As she pushed her digits inside Bea’s molten channel, she manoeuvred her hand so she could press her thumb against Bea’s clit at the same time. Then she began working to bring her off, pumping in and out of her clenching core, while rubbing and pressing at her rapidly swelling bud. All the while their tongues continued to dance and duel, with Bea’s hands clasped behind Verity’s neck, steadying herself, so as not to tumble from Verity’s lap.
Verity’s own pussy was leaking copiously onto the chair beneath her, and she couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t be long before she could seek her own climax, either by her own hand, or Bea’s.
Suddenly, Bea pulled away from their kiss with a groan, and threw her head back. “Oh, Verity, keep going! I’m so close...” Her words tailed off, and were followed by another groan, longer this time, and louder.
Verity did as she was told, ignoring the ache in her hand as she stroked and thrust, driving beautiful Bea ever closer to climax.
Soon, she achieved her goal. Bea shuddered on her lap, a movement that seemed to overtake her entire body, before centring in on her pussy. Her walls clenched around Verity’s hand, and hot wetness seeped out. Bea held on tight behind Verity’s neck, gasping and cursing as she rode out her orgasm. Her face and chest had flushed beautifully, and Verity smiled, enjoying the sight of the lovely post-orgasmic woman in front of her.
Eventually, Bea came back down to earth, rolling her head forward and capturing Verity in her gaze. “Wow,” she said, her lips curving into a seductive grin. “That was... unexpected. But superb. Let me return the favour.”
With that, Bea slipped from her lap and knelt on the floor in front of the chair. After pushing Verity’s thighs wide, Bea immediately dove between them.
Verity snapped her hands to the sides of the chair and held on tight. It took Bea only seconds to get into her stride, lapping up Verity’s juices with enthusiasm, before homing in on her desperate clit.
Verity let her head loll back and her eyes flutter shut as she enjoyed the sensations zinging from between her splayed legs. Bea, it seemed, was the mistress of cunnilingus, and her talented tongue rapidly turned Verity into a babbling, blaspheming fool, before she closed her lips around Verity’s stiff bud and sucked her into orgasmic oblivion.
“Oh... oh my God!” Verity yelled, gripping the chair so tightly her fingers hurt. “Ahh... coming!”
She gave in to the waves of bliss, which lifted her, tossed her around, and threw her back to earth, leaving behind a wrung-out, grinning idiot, wondering what the hell had just happened. Prising her eyelids open, she lifted her head and peered dopily down at Bea, who at that moment was straightening up from her position between Verity’s trembling thighs.
“Want that second cup of tea now?” Bea asked with a wink, then licked her lips in a highly exaggerated fashion.
“Yeah,” Verity replied, still grinning. “I think I’d better had. I could do with the energy.”
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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name.
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