Page 35 of Vying Girls
‘Better take it off in that case, haven’t you?’
Holding me tightly, she sits up, pulling me with her. She takes no time in divesting me of my underwear, placing the items down more gently than she had her own.
‘Much better,’ she sighs, laying us back down.
I let my thigh fall between hers, wanting to feel her wetness, to see if she even is. She tightens her legs around it, lifting her hips as we kiss.
Oh yeah, she’s wet. And now I’ve got to do something about it.
I recall the sounds she made when she came in the tower, the catalyst to my own orgasm. Hottest thing I’ve ever heard, low and gravellier than I was expecting. I’m desperate to hear her again.
‘Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.’
She gives a shallow nod, arms falling loose around me, giving herself over.
I nip her neck, soothing it with my tongue. She lets her head fall to the side, granting me access which I take full advantage of. The skin there is so hot, her pulse thudding against my lips.
I skim my hands over her boobs, circling open palms over her nipples. She sighs above me, the sound making me tingle.
So far, so good.
Moving lower, I take a nipple into my mouth. ‘I want to taste you.’
‘Anything you like,’ she whispers.
I smile around her flesh, treasuring her selflessness. Is there anything this girl would deny me?
When I reach her lower belly, I pause, floundering a bit. What if I’m like a guy and can’t find it? Maybe it is hard when it’s not your own body. Already feels like it is and I’ve not even tried yet.
I stall further by kissing every inch of her stomach. Every time I flick my tongue lower, she tenses, hips jerking slightly.
Steeling myself, I kiss a line down to where she’s wet and waiting for me. Then I kiss where I think her clit is, hearing her release a tiny breath.
Okay, I can do this. God knows I want to.
I’m too close to search with my eyes, so I close them and reach out with my tongue. I can’t feel anything but her lips at first, finding it difficult to part them and starting to panic, before I dip down and take from her wetness. She falls open for me then and I trail my tongue back up.
There.I feel it.
Settling in, I begin stroking her, further bolstered when I hear afuckfall from her lips.
God, it’s like touching myself. I can literally feel it, each time I brush my tongue over her.
I shift my hips on the duvet, knowing if I moved them enough, I could come too.
I resist the temptation. At least for now. This is about Elly feeling good and nothing else.
I’m not sure how she likes it, so I try everything. Slow circles with the flat of my tongue, firm strokes with just the tip. I could literally do this forever. There’s power in it. The font of her pleasure at the tip of my tongue.
She writhes on the bed, one hand flitting between cupping my head and covering her mouth.
She grows wetter under my tongue, her taste changing.
‘Tilda—’ She lets out a breath, head roving on the pillow.
I close my eyes, concentrating on how close she is. It’s hard when she’s not as loud as me, but I think she’s getting there.
And then, just as I’m sure she’s about to come…I stop.
