Page 32 of High Note

That got her a sound that was pure sex, and Skyla rippled against her, moving into her touches. They tussled, both of them tasting and licking, touching and exploring. The heat flared between them, making Kirsten pant.

She slipped her hand down, cupping her slick mound, fingers parting the wet lips and stroking, teasing Skyla open. Skyla spread for her, letting her have all the access she needed, and she rubbed the hard bud she found at the top of Skyla’s sex with her thumb.

“Kirsten! Oh, fuck. Right there.”

Oh, yeah. She knew that. She could feel the rush of wetness that soaked her fingers.

She was all about that sort of need.

Skyla was vocal, telling her just what felt good, and she was returning the favor, maybe with more enthusiasm than experience, but that just fed right into the amazing fantasy of it all.

She started fucking Skyla with her fingers, sliding and licking her way down Skyla’s body to that sweet cunt.

“Kirsten. Damn. I’m shaking apart.” Skyla stroked her hair, her shoulders, hands never still. Like she was a fine guitar.

“I want to make you fly, lady. I want to hear you sing to me.” She kissed Skyla’s navel, nibbling there a little bit.

“I can do that. You give me music, honey. In a big way. I want to just write it on your skin.”

Oh, fuck. No one had ever said anything that hot to her. Ever.

She moaned and pushed down, suddenly desperate to know Skyla’s taste on her tongue, to hear the sounds as Skyla came. She licked a long stripe alongside her fingers, and Skyla let out a soft shriek.

She groaned, her skin tingling as Skyla pushed against her tongue. She teased, licking all around that needy little nub, that bundle of nerves that Skyla needed her to touch.

Shuddering, Skyla clutched at her shoulders, moving against her, the rhythm just like the best song.

Kirsten began licking, even as she fingered Skyla, playing that needy body like her favorite guitar.

Skyla started to babble. Mostly words that made no sense, but she was still saying them, and the praise was clear.

She felt Skyla’s body ripple around her, so she pushed in, pressing her lips against Skyla’s clit and laving it, working it with her tongue stud.Come on, baby girl. Show me how good it is.

She got a rush of moisture, and Skyla’s thighs shook for her, guiding her. Yes. She was definitely rocking it.

By the time Skyla was limp and whimpering on the sheet, Kirsten was feeling like she was on cloud nine, tickled as hell, and more than a little bit addicted.

“You—Kirsten. I need. I—I want to kiss you.”

Kirsten kissed the way up Skyla’s body, sure and steady. She hadn’t wanted to let go of her prize, but at the same time, she tried hard to listen when she was with a lover, and Skyla wanted her there, on more equal footing.

Skyla dove into a kiss, almost hot enough to burn her lips, hard enough that her lips were going to be swollen in the morning.

Kirsten groaned, and she arched against Skyla, rubbing their bodies together as soft, needy sounds escaped her.

“So hot. Lord, honey, you make me crazy.” Skyla ran a hand down her torso, hand pushing between them to find her hot spots.

“Mmhmm… You sang for me, so pretty…” And Kirsten was aching.

“You made a good melody.” Laughter bounced off the walls, Skyla’s sounds pure joy.

“You’re good and wet.” Those fingers found her core.

“How could I not be? You’re in my bed…” She spread her legs a little wider.

“I love that.” That glinting grin was all the warning she got before Skyla pressed against her clit, rubbing in circles. She managed not to scrape those long nails over anything sensitive too.

“Mmhmm…right there.” She nodded and moved, her hips rocking into Skyla’s touch.

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