Page 21 of Rescue My Heart

She began to kiss Mazey’s inner thighs, lingering in the same spot where she had been massaging her the night before. Each gentle kiss sent electric jolts through Mazey’s body, and McKenna could feel the tension building within her. The warmth radiating from Mazey’s skin urged her to continue, to explore further.

Mazey kept repeating her name, each utterance a desperate plea, a sweet melody that danced in McKenna’s ears. “McKenna...oh, McKenna,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

It was music to McKenna’s soul, a symphony of longing that inspired her to delve deeper into their shared intimacy.

McKenna’s kisses were soft yet deliberate, trailing up and down Mazey’s thighs, alternating between tender pecks and teasing nips that elicited soft gasps. She savored the moment, enjoying the way Mazey’s body reacted to her touch. The slight quiver of her muscles, the way she instinctively spread her legs wider, inviting McKenna in closer.

“Please...” Mazey’s voice was thick with desire, filled with a mix of yearning and anticipation. The vulnerability in her tone stirred something primal in McKenna. She reveled in the power of being the one to bring Mazey to this point, to draw out these delicious sounds and reactions.

“Just a moment,” McKenna murmured playfully, her breath hot against Mazey’s skin. Her lips danced along Mazey’s inner thighs, teasingly close to the places that craved her touch the most. Each kiss was intentional, a promise of what was to come.

Mazey whimpered, frustration and eagerness blending into one sweet sound that made McKenna’s heart race. She glanced at Mazey, their eyes locking for a brief moment, and saw the need swirling in her gaze. It was a beautiful, consuming fire that ignited McKenna’s own desire, beckoning her to continue.

“Look at you,” McKenna whispered, her voice low and sultry. “So responsive to me. You’re breathtaking.” She reveled in the way Mazey blushed at her words, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks. There was something so intimate about this moment, a sense of trust that made everything feel heightened, electric.

With that, she pressed her lips to the soft skin just below Mazey’s navel, letting her tongue trace delicate patterns that made Mazey squirm. Each soft gasp and moan only encouraged McKenna, drawing her further into this blissful dance of intimacy. She could feel the heat radiating off Mazey, theurgency building between them, and she was determined to savor every second of it.

Mazey’s body trembled under her lips, and McKenna felt a swell of emotion rise in her chest. It wasn’t like with other people, where it felt like she was just going through the motions with someone. With Mazey, every kiss, every touch felt like a silent conversation. A way to say what neither of them could put into words.

As Mazey whispered her name in the quiet of the morning, McKenna let the sound wash over her. It wasn't just desire anymore. It was something that made her want to protect this, to hold on to whatever was building between them. There was a vulnerability to Mazey that McKenna hadn’t expected, and it made her want to be vulnerable, too, even if she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

She continued her slow path all over Mazey’s body with her tongue, savoring each moment, every breath, every moan that escaped Mazey’s lips. McKenna knew this was more than just physical. It was about trust, and the kind of connection that didn’t come around often.

Mazey’s fingers tangled in McKenna’s hair, pulling her closer, and McKenna couldn’t help but smile against her skin. This, she thought, was something she didn’t want to let go of. Something real. Something she had never felt before. And she didn’t need to say it. It was there between them, unsaid yet understood.

As McKenna’s fingers found their way between Mazey’s thighs, she moved with intention, slow and careful, wanting to make sure every moment was perfect. Mazey’s body arched into her, and McKenna could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, the way she trembled with each gentle stroke. Her moans filled the air, and McKenna couldn’t get enough of the sound. It wasn’t just about hearing Mazey’s pleasure. It was about knowing thatshe was the one making her feel this way. That Mazey wanted her to keep going, that she trusted her with this moment.

McKenna’s fingers pressed deeper, her other hand moving to massage Mazey’s clit in small, deliberate circles. She could feel the tension building in Mazey’s body, her muscles tightening, her breathing quickening, and she knew she was close.

“Please don’t stop,” Mazey begged, her voice breathless, desperate.

Hearing her like that, needing her touch so badly, did something to McKenna. It lit a fire deep in her chest, and she moved faster, more intently, wanting to push Mazey over the edge. She watched as Mazey’s head tilted back, her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure, and then it hit. McKenna felt the shudder that ran through Mazey’s body, her muscles tightening around her fingers, and she knew she was there.

Mazey’s body contorted, her moans muffled as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. McKenna held her through it, her fingers still moving gently, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm until, finally, the tension began to ebb.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing. McKenna slowly withdrew her hand, her lips pressing a soft kiss to Mazey’s stomach before she moved up, resting beside her.

McKenna held Mazey close, savoring the quiet moments after they finished, both of them breathless and spent. Her arms wrapped around Mazey’s waist, pulling her in tight as they lay there, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like they were made for this, for each other. She could still feel the echoes of their shared passion reverberating in the room, a warmth that lingered between them. McKenna’s heart was steady now, but she couldn’t shake the realization of how different this felt. The connection between them was undeniable.

She wasn’t one to get swept up in moments like this, but with Mazey, it was impossible not to. Everything had flowed so naturally, from the first kiss to this quiet aftermath. She pressed a soft kiss into Mazey’s hair, her hand gently stroking her back as Mazey’s breathing slowed to a calm rhythm. For once, McKenna wasn’t thinking ahead or planning her next move. She was fully present, and it felt…right.

But then, the blaring sound of Mazey’s phone alarm shattered the tranquility.

Mazey groaned and reached over to silence it, reluctantly pulling away from McKenna. "Already?" she muttered, rolling back onto the pillow and rubbing her eyes.

McKenna chuckled softly. "Guess it’s time to face the world again."

Mazey looked over at her, a playful grin on her face. "After last night and this morning, I’m not sure I’m ready to go back to reality. I think I might need a nap first."

McKenna smirked, propping herself up on one elbow as she watched Mazey stretch lazily beside her. "A nap, huh? I thought you were tougher than that."

Mazey shot her a teasing look. "Oh, I’m tough, don’t worry. You just wore me out with all these orgasms.”

"That’s one way to put it," McKenna said with a grin. "I didn’t hear you complaining."

Mazey laughed softly, her eyes sparkling in the soft morning light. "No complaints, trust me. You definitely know how to keep things…interesting."

"Interesting?" McKenna raised an eyebrow. "That’s all I get?"

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