Page 200 of Vying Girls
‘Alright.’ She pulls away. ‘Lie down.’
The forest floor smells of mulch, littered with leaves and pine needles and exposed roots. I pay it no mind, aware only of the girl above me.
She whips off her top, nipples already furled in the cool summer air. I’m grateful for her weight on me, a juxtaposition to the cold earth below. She spends some time kissing my neck, my collarbone, my boobs, but there’s really no need. I’m already at fever pitch after Elly’s talented tonguing.
Realising this, Nic leans up to position the dildo, one arm resting above me as she lines it with my entrance. Then she pushes it in with one firm thrust of her hips. It hits me right where I need it, making my legs clamp around her as I cry out.
She doesn’t give me time to adjust. I don’t need it. I hang onto her as she begins fucking me with fast, sharp thrusts.
Yessss,this is what I needed. This is exactly it. I let my eyes fall closed, weak cries escaping me with every one of her hits, the rub of her on my clit.
‘Open,’ she commands.
I prise my eyes back open, following the movement of her above me.
‘I want to see.’
It’s hard, almost impossible. It feels so good, so rough, all but taking over me. I want to close my eyes, tip back my head and scream up at the night sky.
Nic gasps as she fucks me. It probably feels good to her too, this kind of thing, given what she likes. I’m aware of the circle of orange around us, the two shadows in my periphery. It’s hard to focus on anything but Nic and the place our bodies meet, over and over again.
She grits her teeth, her breathing harsh and loud. Freeing my arms from around her, she holds them above my head, tangling our hands together. She pushes them into the ground as she increases her rhythm. The pain is the only anchor I have, the rest of the world receding until there’s just this void with the two of us spinning inside it.
‘Oh, fuck,’ she hisses.
I open my mouth as my pussy starts to clench.‘Nic, Nic.’
She stares down at me, watching, waiting, her hips still slapping mine. I thrust up as I come, taking her as deep as I can, the pleasure crashing in waves.
When the world rushes back in, Nic’s detangling our hands, her movements frantic as she unstraps the harness. Then she’s back on me, jamming one of my thighs between her own. She thrusts once, twice, before she’s shuddering on top of me, her groans of release loud in my ear.
I hold her as her weight sinks onto me. She’s so hot, so feverish. She raises her head, resting on her forearms as her thumbs stroke my forehead. Her breaths land warm on my face.
‘I love you, Matilda Kingston. Bane of my life, love of my life.’
I smile weakly, too languid to hit back.
‘I’ll take it.’ I kiss her waiting lips. ‘And I love you too. So much, Nic.’
She quirks a smile before pushing off me. The candles bathe her in orange. She dresses lazily, looking over to where Haz and Elly are fussing with her tent.
‘Break that and I’ll break you.’
Haz throws down a tent peg. ‘Well, if you’re quite done over there, get here and help.’
Ignoring her, Nic turns to me. ‘Here.’
She holds out an oversized hoodie. I shrug into it, standing still dutifully as she picks twiggy bits from my hair.
She kisses my head when she’s done. ‘Gonna get some firewood. Back in a tick.’
Half an hour later, we’re snug in the tent, a crude fire blazing merrily a few feet away. An owl hoots over the crackle of the flames, the comforting smell of the smoke reaching us where we lie. I’m tucked tight between Elly and Haz, but it’s Nic’s fingers I feel on my arm, recognisable by the patterns she’s tracing.
‘Shoulda brought some marshmallows,’ I murmur.
‘Was literally just thinking that,’ Elly says.
At my back, Haz stirs. ‘Yo, you spooning me, Nic?’
