Page 29 of Something Beyond Fame

Her hands went to my tank top, slowly pushing it up. Hands ran along smooth skin as she exposed it. She kissed the back of my neck and worked down to the fabric as it pushed up from the other direction.

The fabric was stretchy and tight against my skin, so it was a slow peel, exposing me inch by inch. Her lips on my neck made me shiver, my toes curling as I stretched out for her, feeling my breaths come deeper and slower as I felt the arousal spread through me.

It was a slow peel, but she was patient. We had as long as it took. Her finger rubbed up as more skin was exposed. Her hand wrapped around me, lightly stroking. She landed more and more neck kisses as she licked down right to the edge of the fabric. She pulled away so she could slowly work it up, not stopping though, just moving lower so she could caress my now bare shoulder with her lips.

It made me tremble as she reached my shoulder, her breath was light against my collarbone, pressing kisses over my skin. I felt every single touch, leaving invisible marks on my skin where she had been. I tried to stay still, but I writhed a little, deep breaths turning into soft gasps all for her.

Her lips pouted, and she blew cool air over my skin. Her fingers trailed up, reaching my chest. She gave my breasts a squeeze as she placed kisses on my collarbone, giving a soft suck on it, enjoying the way my body shivered and writhed for each of her touches.

With that cool blow, my gasps became louder. My breasts filled her palms, my nipples hardening at her touch. It all felt so fucking good. My eyes closed, my body waiting for her next kiss, next lick, next squeeze, and I felt the wetness spread against my panties

The squeeze came on my other breast, and then on my nipples as her fingers found them, too. The lick came at the side of my neck, followed by a nice soft kiss that went up to my jaw, spaced with licks.

“Oh.” Claudia rolled my nipples between her finger and thumbs, a flash of pain followed by a surge of pleasure. It was a hotwire straight between my thighs. I tensed and relaxed, melting into her kisses. So soft. So gentle. Fuck. I felt so special to her.

One of her hands moved down all the way to the waistband of my panties. She didn't enter, didn't even try. She didn’t rub over. She just kept it there, teasingly playing with it. Her other hand squeezed one breast and then the other. The second one got the roll of the nipple and a light pull this time. Her lips continued to pepper me with kisses, a little less organized than before, wanting to make as much contact as she could with my skin.

My hips started to move, side to side, up and down, trying to take more than her tease, desperate for more—her knuckles against my hip, fingertips gliding along just inside my panties. Fuck. She was so close. So so close to where I craved her to be.

My head started to seek her, lips searching for hers, wanting her attention. Her taste.

Then her fingers finally slipped inside my panties. They started to rub my pussy as her mouth met mine. Wanting my taste right back. Her fingers began to give me what I wanted. She kissed me hard as her fingers started to play, they started to give me that pleasure I needed so desperately, a soft, slow rub that was already starting to build a little with every moment.

My first moan was stolen by her lips. My panties kept her hand close to my mound, trapped against my heat as her fingers lower, sliding against my wetness, slipping against my clitoris and lower again, as though they might penetrate me at any moment. My hands moved reaching around her back as my thighs slowly spread, my nails lightly running down her back as I kissed her back, deep but slow.

My nails felt so good on her back. I knew how much she loved it, and I could feel them cause goosebumps to form. They made her body tremble when they first made contact. Her lips pushed into mine, her fingers beginning to rub my clitoris and give me the delicious pressure I so desperately wanted. And then she started to slowly slide her fingers inside of me, slow to match our kiss.

The light scratch of my nails became deeper and needier as her fingers circled my entrance and then pushed inside me. My lips stilled, my body tensed, responding to her fingers, and then she was inside me and I relaxed, remembering to breathe again, but the only air I could take in was hers, filling me everywhere, making her my everything.

Her fingers began to move faster inside me to match our kiss. Curling up to meet my G spot, beginning to thrust inside me.

“Fuck.” My nails ran up her spine to the nape of her neck and then ran through her hair, a tight hold, trying to keep some control, but by this point, I clearly had none. She could feel each moan vibrating against her lips, tiny whimpers as my hips started to move, guiding her fingers deeper into me. We moved so slow. It was maddening, but felt so fucking good. "You are my world," I managed to murmur against her lips between kisses, through them, because I couldn't stop.

"I want you to feel special." Her words took forever to get out in between the kisses. "Because you are." she said, continuing to kiss me. She picked up the speed just a little as my hips rocked into her fingers. She went even faster, wanting me to feel all that pleasure as she chased those moans both with her lips and with her fingers, continuing to push at that slightly faster speed.

With that increase in speed, my body ignited, heat spread through me and as I moved with her, I felt my pants quickening. She responded to every touch, as her fingers curled and I trembled. She noticed, doing it over and over, taking me to the edge. That exquisite spot where desire and pleasure collide.

I’d never in my life felt as special as I do since being hers.

My breasts were crushed against her chest, our nipples grazing, which only edged me further, only made me moan louder and deeper against her lips. The pace of her fucking increased again. Faster and harder and it was a ride I never wanted to get off.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked softly, such a tease.

I was trembling, more ready than I had ever been. I nodded, I nodded and pleaded with my eyes, but I knew she needed to hear me say it. I knew she wanted the words, so I tried, with a shaking voice. "Yes. I need it. I need you. Please, can I come for you?”

"You are my special girl. Come for me, baby.”

As the words left her lips, I was lost. Falling, drowning, gone. I sank into the bed, letting go and giving her all of me. Everything. My orgasm came hard, slow, a long crashing wave that didn't end, giving and taking from each other.

We collapsed together. “That was incredible. You are…just. Fuck. You blow my mind,” I murmured against her lips.

“You are so special.”

My cheeks turned pink and I grinned at her with a shy smile, my legs and arms still tight around her with no intention of letting go. "You are."

She smiled and nuzzled against me. Her arms were still wrapped around me. Our desire was mutual. Not letting each other go.

“Raven…you told me all of this was organised and I had nothing to worry about.”

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