Cumming to London
1st in the Time Traveling Slut series
By Brynley Black
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Brynley Black
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Cumming to London
1st in the Time Traveling Slut series
By Brynley Black
Hannah squirmed as Matt lapped at her pussy. His slid a finger inside her and flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. She could feel it building; she was finally going to have her first orgasm. The handful of men she’d been with had been mediocre, so she had always just faked it before. But Matt, he was a damned stallion compared to the others.
He inserted another finger into her dripping pussy and began moving in and out slowly. She reached down and grabbed his hair as he sucked her clit in between his lips. She held his head firm and bucked her hips, grinding his face into her wetness. Her toes curled as heat began to build deep within her.
Another finger forced its way between her slick folds, and her muscles reacted by clamping down tight. Matt’s mouth was working overtime now, licking and sucking her hard nub as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy with increasing speed.
“Fuck,” she cried. “Fuck yeah!”
Her body tingled, and warmth spread throughout her body, threatening to explode. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Her vision went black as her orgasm engulfed her. It seemed to last forever, her nerves singeing, her hips bucking, the sweet wet bliss between her legs.
Then there was a loud crack, and she collapsed against the bed, her body completely drained.
“Damn, baby,” she panted. “That was fucking amazing.”
But when she opened her eyes, there was no Matt.
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“What the fuck? Matt?”
Hannah looked around the dim room, wondering where he could have gone. Hadn’t here been a light on? She rolled over on the bed and reached to turn on the lamp, but couldn’t find it. She scooted to the edge of the bed and felt along the nightstand. Her hand brushed against something metal, and something crashed to the floor. She heard the tinkling sound of glass shattering. She wrapped her blanket around her and moved to the window to open the blinds, but found no blinds, only heavy curtains.
“What’s going on?” she wondered aloud as she threw the curtains back. Moonlight poured into the room revealing an enormous four poster bed in the center of the room. Heavy brocade drapes were pulled back and tied to the posts. It was the most enticing bed that Hannah had ever seen, and she had an overwhelming desire to crawl into it and sleep for days. Next to it sat small nightstand with a broken lantern lying in a pool of liquid on the floor in front of it. A large wardrobe stood against another wall with a mirrored vanity next to it. This was not her room. And the red velvet blanket she had wrapped around herself was most definitely not her cozy down blanket. Hannah walked around the room, running her hand along the wall searching for a light switch. She made a complete loop with no luck.
Okay. No electricity, a lantern, crazy fancy furniture. This wasn’t looking too good. “Where the fuck am I?” she asked out loud. “And what the hell happened to Matt?”
Hannah heard a gasp and looked towards it. Standing in the doorway was a figure holding a gas lamp. She recognized the long black hair and piercing green eyes instantly. It was almost like looking in a mirror when she looked at her mother.
“Mom?” Hannah asked. “What are you doing here?”
Her mother rushed to towards her, but stopped abruptly. She stared at Hannah’s face and reached a trembling hand out towards her. Her hand jerked to a stop, as if she were afraid to touch her.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” she asked quietly.
Her mother’s face softened, and she wrapped her arms around Hannah, pulling her into her chest. “Nothing, darling. Absolutely nothing.”
Hannah felt her mother sobbing, first her chest then her whole body shook. She pulled away and looked at her mother’s pale, tear- stained face. She was really starting to worry. Hannah placed her hands on her mother’s wet cheeks and pleaded, “You’re scaring me, Mom. You have to tell me what’s wrong.”
“Oh Elizabeth,” her mother cried. “I thought you were lost to me forever.”
“Elizabeth? Why would you call me that?” Hannah asked. “And what the hell is the matter with you? Lost forever? And while we’re talking about crazy, what is with that British accent?”