Page 25 of Stuck with You

I’d never seen her look so vulnerable before. It made me love her even more.

“What if I want to do more than talk?” I asked.

“We can probably arrange that,” she smirked. “If you’re a good girl.”

I followed Taylor to her car, and we were mostly quiet on the short drive to her condo. It was small, but comfortable, with a nice view of the Seattle skyline.

“Would you like some wine?” she asked as we walked into the kitchen. “Or something else?”

“Just water please.”

I wanted to have a clear head for whatever happened next.

There was something different about Taylor now that we were at her place. She seemed a little tentative. Maybe she was nervous, or maybe she was regretting asking me to come. I’d made the mistake of letting her call all the shots before. I wasn’t going to do it again.

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked.

Her blue eyes flew to mine. “No. Why?”

“You seem… not yourself.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she confessed. “And I’m scared to death I’ll fuck it up again.”

I set my water bottle on the table and stalked towards her, not stopping until Taylor was pinned between me and the counter. Then I grabbed her face in both hands and pressed my lips against hers. We were both still for what seemed like hours, then I started moving my lips, licking along the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance.

It was like I flipped a switch. Taylor groaned and spun us around until I was the one pinned against the counter. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, giving me a long, claiming kiss that made my heart thunder in my chest.

“Oh my God, I’ve missed this,” she whispered when we came up for breath. “I’m so sorry I fucked things up before.”

“Make it up to me,” I demanded, meeting her gaze. “Take me to bed.”

Taylor took my hand, practically dragging me into the bedroom. Without a word, we ripped our clothes off, coming together in the center of the room. We stood still for a moment, each of us looking our fill at the other.

When I couldn’t take it anymore I moved forward, bending my knees so I could take one of Taylor’s pert nipples into my mouth. I licked around the tip, then bit down slightly, earning me a moan of pleasure. With my other hand I kneaded and teased her other breast, teasing her nipples into hard points.

Taylor tugged on my hair, pulling me up for another drugging kiss. She walked me backwards until the back of my legs collided with her mattress, then pushed me down. I scooted to the center of the bed as Taylor crawled up my body, giving me a brief kiss before licking her way down my breasts and over my torso. Then she settled her body in between my thighs.

I bent my knees, letting them fall to the side to give her more access, as Taylor licked me from the bottom of my slit to the top. She began a methodical exploration, teasing and nipping at my pussy until I was gripping the bedspread so hard I was surprised that I didn’t rip it apart.

She tapped her tongue against my clitoris, teasing me over and over again, but when I felt the first stirring of my orgasm I grabbed her hair, pulling her away from me.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her lips were glistening with my arousal and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But I wanted more.

“I want… is there a way we can both come together? I want to see you.”

“There a million ways we can make each other come, baby. That’s part of the fun, learning what we both like.”

As she spoke, she slid up my body, pushing one leg between mine. Lowering herself down, she gave me a kiss, then began rubbing her body up and down mine. Her thigh was in just the right place, applying friction to my vulva, which in turn added a delicious pressure to my clit.

“Ooh, this feels good,” I sighed.

Taylor braced her elbows on either side of my body, pushing off her toes, grinding herself against my thigh as she slid her own thigh over my pussy. I grabbed her waist, helping her move, picking up the pace as I felt myself climbing again.

She lowered her head, kissing me until I couldn’t breathe.

My entire body was electrified. Our movements grew clumsy and uncoordinated as we ground against each other, desperately trying to get off. Then I felt the lightning race down my spine, and I cried out as I found my release.

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