Page 60 of Unspoken Truths

My girl needs to come. I want to ask her if she’s ever had an orgasm, but I’ll ask after I’ve given her one or three. I don’t want her to think too hard about this.

“I’ll fix it,” I promise, pulling off her shorts and panties. “I want to see you. Will you spread your thighs for me?”

Covering her face, Rachelle drops onto the pillows as she opens her thighs. God, she’s so fucking cute. My eyes move down her body, my mouth watering as I gaze at her pretty, glistening pussy. My teasing has made her really wet, the small amount of hair on her pussy curling slightly.

“So pretty,” I murmur. “Is there anything you don’t like?”

“I don’t know what I don’t like,” she says, dropping her hands to look down her body at me.

“Fair enough,” I say, my hands pinning her thighs to the bedspread. “Your only job is to lay back and enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?—?”

Her words cut off as my tongue runs up her arousal, and I moan at how good she tastes. So sweet, I may easily get addicted to her. Keeping her legs spread open, I eat her out enthusiastically, loving the way she keens when I suck on her clit. I want her completely lost in how good things feel before she comes.

Her pussy is dripping, the comforter already wet. I wonder if she's a squirter, or if she'll shudder and cry when she comes.

My fingers move over her skin as I suck on her clit, my thumb moving over the entrance to her channel. I really want to finger her, feel the way she clamps down for me.

“Will you tell me if you don’t like this?” I ask her, my cheek laying on her pelvis as I look up at her.

“Yeah,” she gasps, her breasts jiggling a little from how hard she’s breathing.

Smirking in pride, I gently press my finger at her entrance. Pushing it inside of her slowly, I watch as her eyes roll back as she moans. She’s so damn wet, I can hear her pussy clamping down to pull me in.

“That feels good,” Rachelle whimpers.

“I’m glad,” I say softly, kissing her clit before going back to licking her pussy and sucking on her.

Moving solely on instinct and the way her body responds, I push another finger inside of her and begin rolling them over her g-spot. My fingers curve and straighten, drawing out how much she needs to come.

“Lili, oh my god,” she screams. “Please don’t stop. Please, oh fuck.”

Rachelle curses pretty sparingly I’ve noticed, so I’m loving the way she’s losing control. I’m not holding her thighs down anymore so they’ve closed around me to keep me in place. Chuckling as she drowns me between her thighs, I love the way her hips rock up to meet my fingers as I fuck her with them.

I’m trying so hard to be careful, but I’m losing that battle as she begs me for more. I want to tell her that I’ve got her, and promise her that I’ll help ease the cramping she must be feeling since she’s strangling my fingers at the moment. Her fingers are twisted in the bedspread as she gets closer to coming for me, her head thrashing on the pillow.

Her toes are curled and digging into my sides, and I suck hard on her clit as I twist my fingers inside of her. Gasping my name, she shudders as she comes, spraying my face with her pussy. Going limp, she drops her legs from where they’ve been holding me hostage struggling to breathe.

Peeking up at her, I clean my face with my shirt, crawling up to look down at her. Rachelle’s hair is sticking to her skin where she’s sweating, and her eyes are sparkling and wide.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmurs. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all,” I reassure her, giggling. “You’re so pretty when you come. Wild, begging, and taking what you want. I have no doubts that I made you feel good.”

Grinning, she leans up to kiss me, and the kindle falls to the ground. Ignoring it, we simply enjoy each other, letting the rest of the world fall away.

There’s more than enough time for it to intrude.

CHAPTER11

RACHELLE

Scowling for a moment at the door to the school rec center where the pool is located, I shake my head to smooth my features. Emil is right, Dale should be here, and it’s shitty that he bailed on this swim meet for God knows what reason. I need to ask Liliana if there’s some way to make people more accountable to the newspaper.

He shouldn’t take credit for writing the article if he’s using my notes and sound bites from the interviews I’ll be doing for this. Blowing out a breath, I follow a group of people to the large Olympic sized indoor pool, and show my press pass to one of the people standing at the door.

The school has strict security and guidelines for events both on and off campus. Students need to show their student identification and wear the dressed down version of their uniforms. Therefore, I’m wearing a navy sweater with my school logo on it, white button down shirt underneath it, a navy skirt and knee length socks.

---