Page 97 of Crashing into Love

Drew’s thrusts went harder and faster then, and even deeper somehow, while her mouth engulfed Selma’s clit, and she sucked. Drew’s other hand also moved around, and Selma felt it resting more over the middle of her ass before Selma pressed back against the wall, and she felt pressure there.

“Oh,” she said, realizing that that move had put the side of Drew’s hand between her asscheeks, applying the perfect amount of pressure while Drew fucked her. “God, I’m coming!”

Drew kept her hand there, likely knowing what it was doing to Selma, whose hands were both on the back of Drew’s head now, keeping her in place as she rode Drew’s face.

“Oh, wow,” Selma said when she started coming down.

Drew licked her a few more times and kept her fingers inside but didn’t move them.

“That was…”

Drew looked up at her.

“God, babe. That was so good.”

“I want to do that again,” Drew replied.

“I don’t think I can go again right now.” Selma chuckled a little as she pushed Drew’s hair out of her face.

“No?”

“I can barely stand.”

“And if we lie down, can you go again?” Drew asked.

“What about you?” Selma checked.

“I can wait. I just… I don’t want to stop touching you.” Drew stood up and ran her hands along Selma’s body. “Lie down for me, and let me worship you, please. That’s what I want right now.”

Was that Drew not worshipping her before? Selma felt pretty worshipped already. Still, she did as Drew requested and moved to lie down on the bed in the middle of it, not knowing where Drew would go.

Drew was still half-dressed as she stood at the end of the bed, before she started undoing her jeans and dropping them to the floor. When she stood back up, Selma saw that she’d removed her underwear, too.

“So beautiful,” Selma whispered. “Come here.” She held out her arms.

Drew kicked everything off and climbed on top of her, kissing her immediately, and Selma loved tasting herself on this woman’s lips. Drew settled between her thighs then, and Selma felt her there for the first time.

“Are you…” She wasn’t sure why this question felt silly on her lips, but she finished it anyway. “Are you wet?”

Drew hovered her lips over Selma’s and said, “Feel for yourself.” She lifted her hips enough to allow Selma’s hand to move between their bodies.

Selma reached between Drew’s legs and found her clit with her fingertip.

“Fuck,” she said. “You’re soaked.”

“Yes, I am. And if you keep doing that, I’ll come, baby. God, don’t stop.”

Selma hadn’t even realized what she’d started doing on impulse. She was stroking Drew’s already hard clit, and since Drew asked her not to stop, Selma would not be stopping anytime soon.

“God, that feels good. Please…”

“I won’t stop,” she confirmed.

Drew kissed her hard, and Selma kept up her stoking. Then, she felt Drew’s hips move, though, and it became hard to keep up the rhythm. When Drew shifted forward a bit, Selma’s finger landed on her entrance.

“There,” Drew said. “God, please. I need you inside.”

Selma pushed inside her and pulled back out, adding another finger that she knew Drew would need. Then, Drew began rocking against her fingers, and Selma’s palm pressed to her clit while Drew kissed her until that kiss grew messy, and Drew moved her face to Selma’s neck.

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