Page 132 of Tricky Girls

‘I don’t wanna get wet,’ I caution.

‘Oh damn. And here I thought you did.’

I roll my eyes. ‘I don’t mean inthatway. I don’t have spare clothes.’

‘Don’t worry. I brought you some.’

‘Wow, you’ve really planned this.’

‘Mm-hm. Watching you this whole time in those fucking leggings. Your cheeks all red and sweaty. That’s what you look like after you’ve come.’

‘Ew,’ I laugh. ‘I don’t need to know that.’

Elly smiles, leaning in to kiss me. ‘I want to make it look like that again.’

I close my eyes as she kisses down my neck. Water puddles around my feet, warming them up. I get my hands under her t-shirt to feel her skin. It’s damp like mine even with half the workout.

She groans lightly. ‘I love the feel of your hands on me.’

‘I love the feel of your tongue on me,’ I counter.

Emboldened by that, she continues to kiss downwards, her face a mask of concentration. It’s like she really likes doing thisto me. Which is a dumb thing to think, but foreplay is usually something boys have to do rather than what they want. At least in my experience. Elly seems to actually be wanting this.

She traces my mandala tattoo with her fingers, each pass sending bolts straight to my pussy. Pulling down the straps of my sports bra, she kisses my shoulders, her tongue drawing hot circles there.

‘Can I take this off?’

I nod my head, lifting my arms so she can remove it. It plops down in the water. Despite the warmth of the steam, my nipples quickly stiffen to peaks.

Elly cups me in her large hands. ‘First time I’ve seen these under bright lights.’

‘Hope they don’t disappoint.’

‘Nothing about you could disappoint.’

She lowers her head and takes a nipple into her mouth. I let out a quiet moan, mindful of where we are.

Are we ever going to be able to do this without listening ears? I want to get her alone and let her hear what she does to me.

She runs her tongue down to my tattoo, licking two semi circles under my boobs, tracing the ridges of my ribs.

I grit my teeth against how good it feels, both hands gently cupping her face. Screwing up my courage, I say, ‘Go lower.’

Elly pauses. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah.’ I look into her eyes, her chin resting against my stomach. I just want to drag her head to every part of my body that’s screaming. ‘I need to get off.’

She’s slow in peeling back my waistband, like I’m going to stop her any minute. I’m too far gone for that, the sound of the shower and the concealing steam bolstering my confidence.

She pulls at my leggings. They’re already wet from the water and sticking.

‘Fucking hell, Tilda. These are fused.’

I chuckle, bracing myself on her head. She almost pulls me over with her yanking, my underwear coming down too. She looks at my pussy, then back up to my eyes as she pulls the leggings the rest of the way off.

‘Your pussy is perfect,’ she whispers.

I hold my breath as she kisses my hipbones, tongue swiping where my thigh meets my groin. She noses just above my pussy, her hot breath wafting over me. Then her tongue nudges lower, the tip grazing over my clit.

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