Sometimes the suggestive is sexier than the “sexplicit.” Lolita Lopez takes you to the edge - and then some - in "Fireworks," from Fast Girls: Erotica for Women, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. To titillate yourself beyond what's below, be sure to visit Cleis Press for more...
Her body hummed with anticipation as Leland tugged gently on her hand, dragging her away from the gathered crowd to a more secluded area. They moved away from the busy pavilion where the ranch’s employees and family were busy setting out their lawn chairs for the perfect spot to watch the fireworks display. This year, as Leland’s new wife, Pepper had accepted the task of organizing the Fourth of July picnic from her mother-in-law. It was a passing of the torch, so to speak, between generations. She’d done her very best and now Leland meant to reward her.
Pepper kept close to Leland’s back, trusting him to guide her through the darkness. His boots crunched brittle grass. The stark whiteness of his Stetson stood out against the inky purple skyline. He radiated such heat it intensified the scent that was so uniquely him: Cedar. Leather. Sweat. She yearned to bury her nose against his neck and inhale deeply. Already her thighs clenched with need. Desire rode low and hard in her belly. All day he’d teased her with lingering kisses and touches, his hand sometimes playfully swatting her backside or resting on the curve of her waist.
Leland halted so suddenly her nose bumped his back. Turning around, he gave a soft chuckle and swept her into his arms. Pepper melted into his embrace. She loved the feeling of his big, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders. Only with this man, her lover, her husband, had she ever felt so safe and secure. Leland was everything she’d ever wanted and more.
Desperate for a taste of him, Pepper rose on tiptoes and skimmed her lips over his chin. The barest hint of stubble rasped her plump mouth. He turned into her searching lips and claimed her mouth with the most tender of kisses. She loved this side of him, the gentle and kind lover behind the rugged cowboy. Riding the pastures or working in the pens, Leland was as harsh and hard as the situation required, but with her, he shifted completely, leaving all that roughness at the door. He often surprised her with his sweetness and the little romantic gestures she’d never expected from such a man’s man.
Of course, there were nights when Leland unleashed his control and was wild with her. She’d never imagined she would find such exquisite pleasure from the stinging thud of a properly applied leather strap or the kiss of a flattened palm against her backside. Her satiated body often proudly bore the marks of those nights for days. A ripple of excitement shook her core. Was tonight one of those nights?
Pepper nodded and stood still as Leland moved away from her. The moonlight provided just enough glow over the private patch of grass and trees to allow her to see Leland clearly. He plucked a patchwork quilt from a wicker picnic basket and spread it out on the ground. Smiling wickedly, he held out his hand. She needed no further invite and hurried to him.
Ever so gently, Leland guided her down to the quilt. She snatched the cowboy hat from his head and set it aside. His fingers threaded through her loose hair as he pressed her back to the blanket and captured her lips. Pepper arched into him. His thick cock strained against the front of his jeans and jutted against her navel. Her sex pulsed with need. She clutched at his sides as he devoured her mouth, his tongue darting between her lips. He tasted of sugary sweet iced tea and blueberries and she couldn’t get enough.
“Leland.” Her breathless whisper pierced the quiet night. In the distance, the murmur of voices and laughter could be heard. Pepper tried to remember they weren’t completely out of earshot of their guests.
She shivered as his rough hand cupped her knee and slid along the curve of her bare thigh beneath the skirt of her flirty sundress. Leland nuzzled her neck and nipped lightly at a sensitive spot there. She moaned softly and pressed against his searching hand. It drifted between her thighs. Her cunt practically fluttered with anticipation. When he touched her panties, his fingers tracing her lips through the damp fabric, a mewling cry escaped her lips.
“You’re so wet,” Leland said, his breath tickling her ear.
“For you, Leland,” Pepper replied, her pussy aching and so very hot. “Only for you.”
Leland gripped the waist of her panties and tugged them down with a sharp jerk. Desperate to feel his touch, she lifted her hips. In a matter of seconds, he removed the barrier between their bodies and tossed them aside. Only vaguely did she wonder where they’d landed or how she’d find them later.
He cupped her mound and then grazed his fingernails up and down her smooth skin. She shuddered at his teasing touch. “Your skin is so hot,” he whispered.
Pepper kissed his jaw. He hadn’t even gotten close to her clit yet and already her tummy quivered with the first stirrings of an orgasm. The dry night air felt cool against her pussy, her skin slick with her cream. Leland parted her lips and brushed his thumb over her swollen clit.
“I can’t wait to get my tongue on this sweet pussy.”
Pepper whimpered and nipped at his earlobe. “Make me come, Leland.”
Laughing softly, he gathered her close to his chest and rolled onto his back. “Ride my mouth, sugar.”
Her thighs tightened as she nearly came from just the sound of his gruff voice. Pepper trembled with excitement at his naughty request. She glanced around, suddenly aware of just how easily any one of their guests might stumble upon them. What if they were discovered this way? The thought of being discovered riding her husband’s face ramped up the illicit nature of their tryst. She couldn’t deny him now.
Leland clasped her hips as she settled into position over his mouth. Straddling him like this, Pepper felt so incredibly open and vulnerable. She pulled the fabric of her skirt tight across her tummy, placing the excess around her lower back. She wanted to see Leland, wanted to watch him eating her cunt until she came against his talented tongue and lips.
She gripped her thighs and held her breath in anticipation of that first wondrous touch of his tongue to her pussy. His big, warm hands grasped her ass, holding her in place as he flicked the pointed tip of his tongue against her clit. Pepper inhaled sharply. It was all she could do not to cry out and grind against him. She was torn between wanting to come right then and there and wanting to draw out the experience for as long as possible, to enjoy every second of pleasurable torment.
As if reading her mind, Leland tortured her with his soft lips and probing tongue, bringing her to the brink of exploding and then backing off until she’d pulled away from the precipice. He sucked the pulsing nub between his lips and moved his tongue across it with side-to-side licks. Pepper moaned and clutched at her belly, her fingernails biting into her skin. His tongue followed her slit, outlining her clit with the slowest of circles and then drifting lower and plunging into her dripping entrance. His nose stimulated her clit as he ate her pussy. She bucked against his mouth, driven nearly insane by the dueling sensations of his tongue and nose.
“Leland!” Her tummy vibrated wildly. White-hot heat blossomed in her core. She was going to come¾and hard.
He squeezed her ass and nipped playfully at her clit. “That’s it, sugar. Fuck my face.”
Pepper felt a little gush at his filthy words. Leland hummed appreciatively and lapped hungrily at her juices. “Love the way you taste. Want you to come in my mouth.”
Whatever control she’d maintained over her body vanished. Overwhelmed with a nearly primal need, Pepper wantonly whipped her hips over Leland’s mouth. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. His nose only added to the immense pleasure. Like a tightening coil, her orgasm built in her lower belly. Sparks rippled through her thighs and into her chest. Her breath hitched and she inhaled staccato gasps. She cupped her breasts through her dress. Her stiff nipples stabbed against the fabric. She tilted her head back and fought to breathe. Eyes closed, she concentrated on the incessant flickering of Leland’s tongue.
“Leland!” Head thrown back, Pepper exploded with the most staggering rush of ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Overhead, fireworks filled the wide-open Texas sky with brilliant bursts of color. She convulsed and moaned as Leland drew out her orgasm until she thought she just might pass out from the sheer perfection of it.
She’d just barely come down from one peak when Leland moved his tongue right back to her clit and forced her into another mind-blowing explosion. Shattering into a thousand pieces, Pepper fell forward, hands planted on the cool grass, and bit her lip to keep from shrieking. Leland’s fingers slid inside her juicy cunt. He showed no mercy as he thrust into her wet channel and went wild on her hyperstimulated clit with his mouth. Her body was on fire. Lust and desire and need burned through her veins. Her heart stuttered as she panted and growled, the feral sounds rushing from her lips shocking even to her ears. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Could a person die from coming so perfectly and wonderfully hard?
Seemingly in tune with her thoughts, Leland slowly dialed down his sensual assault. His licking and suckling grew gentler. He carefully removed his fingers from her oozing cunt and smoothly shifted her onto the blanket. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist. Wetness streamed down her thighs. She stared up at the beautiful display of fireworks. After such an experience, Pepper could barely process a coherent thought.
Leland snuggled close and slid his arm beneath her shoulders. He sucked his fingers clean, eyelids drifting shut as if he were savoring the most delectable of nectars. He tenderly caressed her face and kissed her with so much love she thought her heart might burst. The musk of her sex clung to his lips and chin and nose. She ran her tongue over his lips, gathering her own flavor. There was something so incredibly intimate about sharing this moment.
Reveling in the afterglow, Pepper tucked her head against Leland’s neck. He soothingly petted her back as they watched the breathtaking fireworks display. She knew without a doubt this orgasm would be forever etched in her mind. One day, when she was old and gray, she would remember this moment so clearly crystallized in her mind as one of the most beautiful of her life.
As the last remnants of bright blue and red faded in the sky, Leland sat up and climbed to his feet. Rather reluctantly, Pepper joined him. If only they could stay like this all night, camped out under the stars…but their duties as hosts hadn’t yet ended.
Always prepared, Leland produced a hand towel from the picnic basket. She accepted it gratefully. She couldn’t go back to face their guests with the evidence of their tryst pooling between her thighs. Somehow Leland managed to locate her panties. He knelt down and helped her into them. Her belly quivered when he pressed a kiss to her sex through the cotton. She ran her fingers through his short hair, wishing there was more time for her to return the favor.
Pepper stepped off the quilt and snatched up Leland’s cowboy hat. He made quick work of folding the quilt and stowing it in the basket. He strode toward her, looking ever so deliciously sexy even with a picnic basket dangling from his hand. She slipped an arm around his waist and plunked his hat down on his head. Nuzzling her nose against his, she kissed him deeply. “What do you say after we see everyone off we head back to the homestead and make some fireworks of our own?”
Leland chuckled sexily and brushed his lips over hers. “Sugar, I’d say you best be prepared to spend the rest of the night screaming my name.”
Pepper quaked with anticipation. Her pussy clenched with need. “Promise?”
About Fast Girls: Fast Girls is a racy, provocative collection of erotica by the cream of the crop of female erotica writers. They will take readers on unexpected journeys, from an intensely kinky encounter between lovers to a sex club, a communal shower, a personal porn star, a threesome, and more. These characters revel in their sexual excesses; they don’t mind being the girl everyone’s talking about, as long as all eyes are focused their way. They’re wanton, daring, shameless, and bold. They’re fast, in the very best sense of the word. Featuring writing by Kayla Perrin, Tristan Taormino, Kristina Wright, Charlotte Stein, Donna George Storey, D.L. King, and others, Fast Girls is a collection you’ll want to race through…then reread again and again.
About editor Rachel Kramer Bussel: Rachel Kramer Bussel (rachelkramerbussel.com) is an author, editor, blogger and reading series host. She is Senior Editor at Penthouse Variations and writes the Secrets of a Sex Writer column for SexIs Magazine. She’s edited over 30 anthologies, including Passion, Orgasmic, Please, Sir, Please, Ma’am, The Mile High Club, Peep Show, Bottoms Up and Best Sex Writing 2008, 2009 and 2010. She hosts the monthly In The Flesh Reading Series in New York City.
As a coed studying biochemistry and genetics, Lolita Lopez (lolitalopez.com) dabbled in creating naughty tales to entertain her friends. Study for a midterm or pen a deliciously dirty story to delight her small band of fans? Not surprisingly, Lo is now on an extended sabbatical from college. She lives in Texas with her family.