Page 51 of Shifting Gears

Nora wraps two tight fists into the collar of her shirt, pulling her closer. “I don’t care, just make me—ah!”

In response to Nora’s half-finished plea, Dani has pressed herself down firmly, and Nora is lost. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding onto the surface she’s been given if she tried. It’s an instinct, after she’s already worked herself up so effectively. With Dani helping the process, with hands on her hips and teeth on her neck, it’s an embarrassingly short time before Nora is arching up and coming, her teeth sunk deep into Dani’s shoulder, left twitching against her abdomen.

“So good,” Dani murmurs, burying her nose in Nora’s hair while she slows her movement to gentle rocking. “So fucking good, Nora.”

Dani’s warm, affected tone is more than enough to get Nora going again. She has no doubt that she’s capable.

She wouldn’t mind Dani testing her limits.

In the heartbeats after, when Dani is breathing in hot bursts against her collar and Nora is still coasting on warm updrafts, she finally forms an awareness of the exact situation.

Nora is completely naked, her robe having slipped from her shoulders somewhere on the trip to the couch, and her legs are wrapped tightly around Dani’s entirely clothed midsection. She can still feel herself pulsing lazily against Dani’s now-soaked shirt. The only clothing Dani lost during the whole exchange were her jeans and shoes, scattered across the living room, andher hat, which Nora can vaguely remember throwing somewhere behind them.

It’s a scene that speaks to the pressure that’s been mounting inside Nora all summer, an itch finally scratched, but she can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed at her own fervour.

“Sorry about your shirt,” Nora mutters shakily, running her fingers through the hair near the base of Dani’s neck.

Dani lifts herself slightly, peering between their bodies to look at the wet spot Nora can now see taking up most of Dani’s lower abdomen. Nora has soaked through both the cotton shirt and the tank top beneath, a visible manifestation of her desperation.

Nora is hyperaware of the slick strings of arousal that still connect the shirt to her, and it makes her feel as warm and sticky as melted chocolate.

Dani makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl. She lunges down to sweep Nora into a fierce, heavy kiss, passionate and all-encompassing. If Nora’s legs could spread any wider than they already are, she’d be following that instinct just to give Dani more access.

When Dani pulls away, Nora whimpers in disapproval, but since it’s to strip off her shirt and bra, exceptions can be made.

When they’re finally pressed together completely, chest to naked chest, it feels even better than Nora could have imagined. Dani is a woman possessed, pulling Nora to her by the waist, the hip, and, finally, by grabbing handfuls of her ass, grinding into her with intent. If Nora thought that her own desire was spilling out like a broken dam, Dani’s seems to match now. The realization is electrifying.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Dani murmurs, seeming unaware that Nora is struggling to breathe like a normal human being as Dani’s mouth moves from her lips to her throat, down her chest,and finally to her breasts. “I’ve thought about this since the day we met. Touching you like this. Making you come.”

“Fuck” is Nora’s eloquent reply.

She’s not sure how she can be expected to form words when every ounce of her perception has narrowed to the sensations Dani is evoking with her focused hands. She ends up gasping for air as Dani applies a warm mouth to her nipple, swirling and sucking desperately and then switching sides like it’s something she’s been fixated on for as long as Nora has.

The last thing Nora needs is more foreplay. Her body wants to shoot off again at the slightest provocation. But Dani’s mouth feels too good. Every brush of her tongue sends a bolt of lightning straight downward, and she’s just about reached the end of her sanity when Dani’s hand finally traces almost hesitantly through the slickness between Nora’s thighs.

“Is this okay?” Dani murmurs, looking up at Nora from the valley between her breasts. Her mouth is red and swollen from their kisses, and shiny from the attention she’s been giving Nora’s chest. Her eyes are so dark that the clear-blue irises Nora likes so much are almost eclipsed by pupil.

Nora knows that if she were to express any hesitation, Dani would stop in a second. She absolutely cannot let that happen.

Grabbing Dani’s hand and folding down her pinkie, Nora slips three long fingers inside herself until Dani’s knuckles stop their progress.

They both go still. Nora makes a strangled noise, and Dani murmurs another expletive against her chest—those three motionless fingers are the culmination of two months of fantasizing, and it’s better than she could have dreamed. Dani’s hands are bigger than her own, and her fingers take up more space than Nora expected as they stretch her open. The fullness isexquisite.

Dani’s mouth still hovers over Nora’s breasts, which are so sensitive that even her warm breath is making Nora shiver. She waits for Nora’s green light before she moves her hand. When Nora finally nods, shifting her hips up, Dani makes short work of completely overshadowing the previous orgasm.

As soon as Dani notices that Nora is moving her hips more vigorously than she’s thrusting, she seems to grasp exactly what Nora needs. She works her way up to fucking Nora deliciously fast, bracing herself against the cushions for optimal leverage while her tongue works around Nora’s breast. And when Dani curls her fingers and scrapes her teeth at the same time, Nora breaks, coming so hard that for a few seconds, she loses her grasp on time.

Everything from their first kiss until this moment has been so fast that Nora has hardly had a moment to let the reality sink in. She’s been fantasizing about this for almost as long as she’s known Dani, and now here she is, sweaty and eager, with three fingers buried deep as Nora experiences the full breadth of human pleasure. It’s actually happened. The line has been crossed, and Nora can’t find it in herself right now to regret it.

With a soft noise, Nora pulls Dani in for a proper kiss. It’s deep and slow, perfect for Nora’s blissed-out state. When she moves her leg slightly it brushes against wet boxer briefs, and Dani’s hips jump almost violently.

Dani is clearly needy. Sensitive. All sense of calm is washed away by Nora’s untempered desire to reciprocate.

“Bedroom?” Nora murmurs against Dani’s lips. The reply is some of the most enthusiastic nodding she’s ever seen. Dani practically drags Nora there, but she seems confused when Nora is the one to push her down onto the mattress, climbing over Dani with intent.

Dani makes a curious noise. “Don’t worry about me. I just want to make you feel good.”

The growing wet patch on Dani’s briefs tells a different story. Nora pulls back slightly, frowning.

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