Page 133 of Tricky Girls

I hit my head against the wall, closing my eyes against the invading lights. She lifts one of my legs, hooking it over her shoulder so I’m open to her. She parts me, gathering my wetness to smear over my clit.

Fuck,I mouth, tangling my fingers in her hair.

I knew it would be good. Elly talks a big game but she can back it up too. She starts slow, just like with her kisses, ratcheting up the intensity until I’m a wet, quivering mess hanging onto the shreds of my self-control.

With the flat of her tongue, she spirals her tongue over and over my clit. There’s none of that flicking me until it hurts or lapping me like an ice cream. It’s controlled and deliberate, like she really wants it to feel good for me.

I have to bite down on one of my hands to stop from crying out. When things get that good, I just can’t help myself. Ryan used to hate it, often telling me to shut up when we fucked back at Portia House.

I think Elly would be thrilled if I made noise. She’s certainly doing her best to evoke them. She tongues my entrance, thrusting there before returning to double down on my clit.

‘Fuck.’ I bear down on her shoulders with both hands. ‘Elly, I need to lie down.’

She guides me to the floor. Water hammers over me, sticking my hair to my skin and no doubt ruining my makeup. I don’t care. I just need her tongue back on me.

She circles her palms over my knees. ‘Still good with this?’

I nod, waiting for her to get back into place.

She kneels between my legs, then gets to her stomach, heedless of the water soaking up her joggers.

I let out a moaning hum as all those delicious sensations start up again. Oral really does feel great when done right. It’s like coming a million tiny times whilst knowing the best is still to come.

I bend my knees as far as they will go, completely opening myself to her. It’s so odd, watching this girl’s face between my legs, enjoying it more than pretty much anything I’ve done with anyone else.

She holds my thighs, pushing my hips back down when I raise them to her mouth.

‘Put your fingers in me,’ I gasp.

Without stopping her tongue, Elly peeks up at me, the look on her face like Christmas came again.

She pushes two fingers inside, fluttering them in just the way I like. How many times have I tried to get Ryan to do that, only to have him thrust them in the wayhelikes? I didn’t even have to ask with Elly.

She presses firmer with her tongue, eyes closing as she races me to the end.

My stomach clenches, jaw clamping tight. She lets me raise my hips this time, rocking them as I come on her mouth. I keep it quiet with moaning gasps, one for each clench of my pussy.

I rest my head against the tiles, licking away shower spray from my lips. Elly crawls up to me. She kisses my lips, letting me taste myself. It’s so much better there than from her fingers.

‘Thought I was gonna come too at the end there,’ she says, breathing almost as hard as I am.

I smile, feeling all soft and gooey inside. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the strength to stand again.

She’s helping me to my feet when a knock comes to the door. Arms around each other, eyes locked, we scarcely dare to breathe as Haz calls out, ‘You in there, El?’

Elly clears her throat. ‘Yeah, mate.’

‘Are you showering?’

‘Obviously.’

‘Why?’

‘Water pressure’s better here, isn’t it? Top of my back’s killing.’

‘Really?’ I hear the scepticism in her voice. ‘Is Tilda in there?’

‘No.’ Elly smiles at me. ‘She went back to the lodge. Trying to avoid Nic.’

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