Page 96 of Crashing into Love

Drew sucked on her earlobe, and her index finger dragged from Selma’s entrance up to her clit. Selma gasped at the expected yet totally unexpected caress and wanted more. She pushed down on her jeans as if to indicate that fact, and Drew seemed to understand. She moved back a little and pushed down on the jeans until they were around Selma’s ankles. Drew stayed down, too, kneeling on the floor, pulling them the rest of the way off before she stared up at Selma. Then, she gripped Selma’s hips and pulled her toward herself, nuzzling her face into Selma’s center, and when her tongue pressed into her, Selma nearly lost it.

“God, yes. Please.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you against this wall first?” Drew asked.

“I want all of it,” she replied. “But I’ve been dreaming about your tongue on me.”

“You want me to lick you?” Drew asked and moved her tongue over Selma’s panties.

“Yes, please. God, Drew.”

Drew pulled down on Selma’s panties just slightly and ran her tongue along the flesh she’d revealed.

“Like this?”

“Yes, but lower.”

“Lower?” Drew teased and lowered the panties a bit more, licking a little harder this time. “Like that?”

“Please,” Selma said, not caring if she sounded desperate.

Hell, she was desperate. She had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Drew in this moment.

Drew yanked the underwear down and let them fall to Selma’s ankles. Selma kicked them off one foot and left them around only her right ankle, spreading her legs for Drew’s waiting mouth. She watched as Drew licked her lips and spread her, taking Selma in, and Selma wasn’t at all self-conscious for maybe the first time in her life. She could see the desire in Drew’s eyes; all over her beautiful face. Drew wanted her. She needed her. And that gave Selma all the confidence that she needed to ask for what she wanted.

“Please,” she repeated and placed her hand gently on the back of Drew’s head, giving her a tiny push toward where Selma needed her.

Drew met Selma’s center with her nose first, moving it around a little and maybe breathing in Selma’s scent. Selma knew she was wet. She had been since she’d sipped champagne with Drew and noticed how nervous Drew was about doing this. That Drew was gone, though, replaced with the take-charge, gorgeous, sexy woman on her knees in front of Selma. Drew’s mouth hit her next, and Drew wasted no time. Her hands tightened around Selma’s hips, and she sucked Selma’s clit into her mouth hard, moaning as she did.

“Oh, God,” Selma uttered.

She went to remove her hand from Drew’s head, not knowing where else to put it, but Drew leaned back.

“Leave it. Put me wherever you want me.”

Drew leaned back in, and Selma pressed the woman to her harder.

“Oh. There,” she let out as Drew sucked on her clit. “God, yes.” She went back to the wall and left her hips out a bit so that she could rock them against Drew’s face.

Drew seemed to like that because she grunted a little, and one of her hands moved around to Selma’s ass, cupping it hard as she licked Selma over and over again. When her other hand moved down the front of Selma’s thigh, though, Selma knew what was about to happen. She spread her legs farther apart before she lifted one over Drew’s shoulder. She’d never done this before, had sex against a wall, but so far, it was already the best sex of her life. Drew’s hand was between her legs, and there was a finger waiting for Selma’s permission.

“Yes! Yes!”

Drew slipped inside her and curled that finger before she pulled it back out.

“More,” Selma requested.

Drew pushed back in with another finger, and Selma knew she’d have to adjust to take more than that, but this felt so good, she didn’t want Drew to do anything to take it away, even for a second.

“God, don’t stop,” she said as Drew pumped inside her.

Drew moaned her response, vibrating Selma’s clit as she continued to massage her ass and lick her over and over again.

“Please,” Selma said. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Just… take me.”

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