Page 16 of Hearts on Fire

Scotti

Scotti tried her best to appear unaffected as Naomi started stripping. She had made the offer on impulse and was regretting it now, but it was too late to take it back. She tried not to look. Naomi had made herself clear. She wanted to be friends—only friends—and Scotti had to respect that.

Either she was going crazy or Naomi was sneaking looks at her out of the corner of her eye, just like Scotti was doing to her. It wasn’t like Naomi wasn’t attracted to her; she never would have kissed Scotti had that been the case.

No, she was holding herself back, but however stupid Scotti thought that was, she wasn’t going to try to change Naomi’s mind.

Those arguments started getting thinner and thinner as Naomi bent down to wash her legs. She was facing away from Scotti, so the movement gave Scotti a perfect view of her ass. Scotti swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

She imagined coming up behind Naomi, bending her down even further and plunging her fingers inside of her. She wondered what Naomi’s moan would sound like as she entered her.

Stop it, Scotti!

Shit, she really needed to get her head straight. Scotti’s body was throbbing with desire, and all she was doing was watching Naomi’s lovely body under the water and soap.

Naomi was washing between her legs now, moving further and further up. Did she really have to go that slowly? Naomi paused, and Scotti clearly saw from her arm movement that she was pressing down on her clit with her palm.

That was it—the last piece of Scotti’s self-control shattered. She strode over to Naomi, nearly slipping on the wet tiles, and spun her around. Scotti expected Naomi to remove her hand at once and pretend nothing had ever happened.

Naomi did no such thing. She bit her lip as she looked up at Scotti, her hand still pressed over her clit.

Scotti raised an eyebrow. “Want some help with that?”

“Yeah,” Naomi whispered. Scotti quickly replaced Naomi’s hand with her own, pressing the heel of her palm down over Naomi’s clit.

Naomi moaned, the sound going straight through Scotti and setting her alight with desire.

She needed more of those moans, and she knew exactly how to get them.

Scotti knelt down in front of Naomi on the wet tiles and used her fingers to spread her folds.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Naomi spread her legs further, giving Scotti better access.

Scotti’s tongue brushed against Naomi’s clit. Naomi gasped wildly and grabbed Scotti’s head, pushing her pelvis against Scotti’s face.

Scotti started licking in earnest, giving Naomi the pressure she needed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Naomi chanted as she ground rhythmically against Scotti’s face. Scotti had gone down on plenty of women before, but the act of giving head had never turned her on like this. She felt like she might explode with unrealized lust if she didn’t get her own release soon, but she wasn’t going to leave Naomi hanging just to satisfy her own needs.

The tiles were hard against Scotti’s knees and the gentle spray of the shower was warm on her skin. More than anything, the slick feeling of Naomi’s clit under her tongue dominated her mind. Naomi started whimpering under her breath, her thighs clenching.

Scotti knew that she was close and wanted to add to the experience in whatever way possible. She trailed a hand up Naomi’s inner thigh, making it very clear where she was heading and giving Naomi a chance to stop her.

Naomi didn’t stop her, didn’t do anything except continuing her stream of yeses.

Scotti slid two fingers of her right hand into Naomi’s pussy, twisting them around until she found her G-spot.

She knew that she had found the right spot, because Naomi stiffened and cried out, her pussy clenching hard around Scotti’s fingers. Scotti kept licking and rubbing as Naomi came so hard that her legs nearly gave out.

Scotti saw her buckling and quickly grabbed Naomi’s ass with her free hand, helping to support her.

Naomi groped for the wall and pulled herself upright, panting hard.

Scotti observed Naomi, feeling thoroughly pleased with herself. It took Naomi a few minutes to collect herself and get her breath back. Scotti was afraid that Naomi would walk away—she thought she might just die if that happened. Her inner thighs were slicked with more than shower water and her clit was throbbing angrily, demanding attention.

Her hand was drawn to her clit without her conscious permission. Scotti moaned softly as she touched herself. She was so turned on that even the lightest brush of her fingers was enough to send waves of pleasure cascading through her.

Naomi repeated her own words back at her. “Want some help with that?”

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