Page 120 of Girls Will Be Girls
“Oh god.” I cover my face again. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“Hey.” He laughs affectionately and manages to lower my hands from my face. “I’m kidding.” He presses a kiss to my sternum. “I don’t care about anyone that came before me, ‘cause I get you now.”
I can’t help my smile, especially when his spreads along with mine. I trace his lip with my finger before I continue in a hushed tone. “I don’t tell many people this. Not anymore.” He runs his finger along my cheek, just listening — so I continue. “Once I realized that this was a thing for me, I’d tell the people I was with, but it would usually end up in either them trying so hard to prove me wrong that when they couldn’t they’d end up resenting me, or they wouldn’t want to even try because of the effort,” I explain. “I stopped telling anyone a while back, but this feels… You know.” I try to hint at how real this feels between us. “I just wanted to be honest.”
He nods. “Good.”
“So I’m just saying that you can keep going for as long as you want — becauseoh my god,” I whisper. “But there won’t be a big finish, so just don’t take it personally.”
“Hmm.” He says thoughtfully, running his hands down my ribs. “I’d like option number three please, if that’s okay?”
I study his face, my breath caught at the grain of fear that option three is him not wanting any of me.
“Did you bring one of your artificial vibration friends with you?” He asks.
“M-maybe.” I say.
His gaze flits up to me with a wry grin on his lips. “Have you been using it?”
“Maybe,” I repeat on a whisper.
He inhales deeply. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I let out a small laugh.
His eyes and hands start raking over my stomach, my breasts, as he gets lost in the moment again.
“Can we get it?” He asks.
“O-okay.” I stutter again.
He grins up at me. “Only if you want me to?”
I press my lips together, eyes flitting away from him a couple of times. “No one’s ever done thatwith mebefore.”
He kisses me gently. “Can I?”
I nod, a small smile spreading across my lips. “Okay.”
I point at the drawer beside the bed where I keep my little purple friend. Lou leans over me and pulls it out, examining the little silicone bunny. He presses the button and the toy vibrates to life.
“Fuck.” He almost drops it. “That is intense.” He laughs as it shakes in his hand.
“That’s just the first setting,” I say. “I usually need the top one.”
He looks at me like he’s almost scared for me, making me laugh. I point out the up and down buttons to him, and as he goes through the menu, his jaw drops lower with each step up.
When he reaches the top one, he looks over at me for confirmation. “This one?”
“Mmhm.” I nod.
“Let’s start at the bottom and build up.” He pushes the buttons back down, and before I can protest that he should just use the top one and get my part over with, his fingers are inside of me.
He curls them up as his tongue meets me again, sucking hard and bringing me right back to where I was before this little interlude. I can hear the faint hum of my toy in the background as his teeth graze over my sensitive skin.
When he flicks my clit with his tongue, my muscles clench around his fingers, which is when I feel the vibrations right above where his mouth is. The waves make everything he’s doing feel so much more intense, especially when his tongue and fingers never leave, even when he brings the toy down and presses it against where I’m most sensitive.
I cry out, moaning, cursing, my hips grinding on him as he continues relentlessly. I feel my muscles tensing around him again as he moves the vibrations gently from side to side, and upping the level once or twice, but I’m so lost in the feeling I can’t be sure how many times.
