Epic Of Bee Chapter 137
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I held Messia's hand and let her pull me forward; my heart was racing in my chest. We went over to the wall by the bed, and Messia grabbed two towels from a small shelf that held many towels and smaller wash clothes.
I held my arms out, thinking that Messia was going to start drying me off, but then I got a face full of towel. I pulled it down with a grin on my face, and Messia grinned back at me as she dried herself off.
"Sorry, I was just getting so used to you all doing everything for me," I said as I started to dry off.
"I know, and we have been trying to treat you like a normal Queen, but you are not. You are like no one that I have ever met, and you are strong and beautiful. But, I think that we have been treating you in a way that I don't think is really what you want," Messia said as she came over and helped to dry my tail.
"I agree, but I also have decided that I will work as hard as I can to try to be more like the person that you all need me to be. It is just something that is a change for me, so I will get better," I said to Messia as she came around to the front of me with her large breasts fully exposed.
Messia pressed into me, letting my naked chest press into hers, and she moved her lips up to mine. She didn't kiss me, but she held my eyes in hers, and with every moment, my heart beat faster, and my breaths got shorter.
"Why don't we meet in the middle?" Messia asked seductively and then pulled away just as I moved forward and then pulled me to the bed.
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My pulse was racing, and all thoughts of sleep or fatigue from the day were gone now. Messia was playing me like a fiddle, and I loved every second of it.
"Come with me on the bed; I think it's time that we both had a bit of a cleaning, don't you?" Messia asked as she let go of my hand and slowly crawled onto the bed.
I thought that my heart was going to explode in my chest right there. This woman goes from not letting me have a kiss to put your face between my legs in the blink of an eye, and I was just supposed to keep up!
I crawled onto the bed, where Messia was lying, and started to turn myself to the sixty-nine position. Messia started to giggle as I did and grabbed my arm and pulled me over on top of her.
"Not yet, my Bee-autiful eager Beaver. I was just making a suggestion for something that we could do, but that doesn't mean that we will have to do it right now. I want to enjoy this moment with you," Messia said as I adjusted myself to be more comfortable over top of her.
"Sorry, I just got a little over-excited. You look so beautiful, and every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I'm going to start falling into them. My heart is racing so fast right now that I am scared that it might just break out of my chest!" I told Messia, exposing how I was really feeling, and Messia smiled her warm smile at me.
She then held one of my hands and then moved it over her heart, pressing my hand down. Immediately I could feel the thud of Messia's heart in my hand, and I took a deep breath in and held it for a moment.
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As I let my breath out, I moved my hand from Messia's face and then leaned down. I slowly pushed my lips into hers, Starting the slight tingle run through my body from the first contact.
As we started to kiss, that feeling started to grow and expand through my entire body, but I could feel most of it channeling into her hips and chest areas. I slowly lowered myself as we kissed, letting my breast connect with Messia's, and then I moved my breasts, dragging my nipples slowly over her breasts.
Messia started to moan softly as I did, and then her tongue slowly slipped into my mouth. I was instantly reminded of the intensely pleasurable experience that I had before, and I pushed my tongue into Messia's mouth, and our tongues twisted together.
Suddenly, I started to feel very wet as our tongues started to slide back and forth. I started to moan into Messia's mouth, and then she grabbed my breast and pinched my nipples.
I let out a cry of pleasure and pulled back, but our long tongues were still twined. The shock of Messia pinching my nipples and the squeeze of my breast sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through me.
I moved my hands to Messia's nipples and gently squeezed them. Then I let out a gurgled squeal as Messia grabbed both my nipples roughly and squeezed.
I returned the attack, and then Messia let my tongue go letting out a deep and long, pleasure-filled moan that made my juices leak down the inside of my legs. Messia's leg got off my nipples and then looked at me after I let go of hers with an open mouth panting expression.
"I really like when you are rough with my breasts; umm, can you sit on my face? I will stick my tongue in you, Honey Pot, but can you pinch my nipples hard and play with my breast roughly?" Messia asked me shyly.
My heart had started to pound in my chest again, but I could also feel the blood pumping into my lower areas. I was leaking more on my hot juices down my legs, and I was starting to shake with excitement.
"I would do anything for you," I said as I leaned down to kiss Messia again.
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