Tastes of Honey by Frances M. Thompson

Author:Frances M. Thompson [Thompson, Frances M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BDSM, Bi or Pansexual, Chef, Contemporary, Domination and Submission, FFX Menage, Food Play, Foot Fetish, HEAT LEVEL: Extra Spicy, Kink, Lesbian Erotica, Lesbian Romance, Menage/Polyamory, Non-Binary, Sapphic Erotica, Sapphic Romance, Sexual Humiliation, Spanking/Discipline
Amazon: B0DGL4JGWQ
Goodreads: 218664836
Publisher: Bird Box
Published: 2024-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Amara

Kissing Wren is like tasting the dessert all over again. I find the zing of the passionfruit, the earthy creaminess of the coconut and the syrupy sweetness of the honey. And I dive in for more of it, my tongue searching their mouth, my lips nibbling at their bottom lip, and as I do, I realise I’m tasting something else. Something much sweeter and tastier than all of these flavours. I’m tasting Wren’s hunger again. It's been so long, I’d almost forgotten how intoxicating a flavour it was, but now I’m being reminded, and I devour Wren’s mouth, searching for more of it.

But then my tongue slows and my lips still. Because a hand is stroking up my bare arm. It’s so slow and so light a touch, I wonder if I’m imagining it, but then those featherlight fingertips coast over my shoulder and glide up to my neck. The hand pivots and it grips me around my throat with enough firmness to alter my breathing.

I moan into Wren’s mouth, and they respond with their own little “hmm” and I’m not sure I’ve ever heard Wren make that noise before.

“Keep kissing.” Katja’s voice comes from close by.

I open my eyes the slightest amount and I see her other hand is on Wren’s neck too.

We fall back to kissing hungrily, incessantly, a little clumsily, and Katja’s hand leaves my neck. It travels down the front of my body, only the tips of two of her fingers making contact with my left nipple which I know is already hard and needy for much more attention than that. For a moment, I think – and hope, so viscerally hope – that Katja’s hand is going to cruise straight down the middle of my body and cup my pussy through my dress. I suspect it would make a mess of the silk if she did that because I am so wet that my underwear is already very, very damp.

But Katja doesn’t do that. In fact, she takes her hand off my body completely. That makes me pull off Wren, but they seem just as confused and bereft as I am.

“Did we do something wrong?” they ask.

Katja shakes her head while smiling. “No, of course not.”

“Then why did you stop touching us?” Wren asks and that makes Katja’s smile evaporate.

“Did I say you could ask questions?” She frowns at Wren.

No, Chef. Say no, Chef, I silently urge Wren.

“No,” Wren admits and I close my eyes.

“No, what?”

“No, Chef,” Wren says.

“I have half a mind to kiss your wife in front of you for that little deviation.”

I swallow and bring my hand to my swollen lips as if to ready them.

Wren turns to me. “Do you want to kiss her?”

I nod, eagerly.

“Then do it,” Wren says with a stoic look on their face.

“Wren, you don’t seem to understand who calls the shots now,” Katja reminds Wren.

“But you want to, don’t you?” Wren leans towards Katja and I wonder if they’re trying to use their height to their advantage.

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