Page 37 of Vying Girls
She nudges her nose against mine, lips gently finding my own. With how casually she’s circling my clit, I know she’s planning on a slow buildup, edging me until I’m begging to come. Funny, because that’s exactly what I was planning on doing to her.
She speeds up on my thigh, gasping almost as much as I am.
‘Don’t come.’
Resting her forehead on mine, she ignores me. My thigh’s drenched with her. It only makes me wetter, something she keeps commenting on. Her dirty talk is almost as hot as her noises.
I feel my orgasm start to build, that coiling low in my belly. I press my lips together, trying not to moan. She’ll only slow down more if she knows I’m close.
She doesn’t seem to need my moans, though, watching my face carefully as a smile plays on her lips. She slows down anyway, even as the circles get tighter.
I expel a harsh breath, eyes falling closed.
‘Hurts, doesn’t it?’
‘You tell me,’ I retort.
She had paused her movements on my leg to concentrate on touching me, but now she resumes them. Letting out a groan, she buries her face in my neck.
Sensing she’s heading to that point of no return, I grasp the arm that’s stroking me.
‘Let me touch you too.’
She raises her head, then her hips, allowing me to snake a hand to her clit. It’s easier to find with my fingers. It feels larger now, more swollen.
I gasp when she suddenly speeds her fingers up. She’s looking at me dead in my eyes, her jaw clamped. God, I love it when she gets this turned on. Loving it more since she’s going to come this time too.
I match her speed, careful not to let her fall over that edge too early.
It’s a losing battle though. Her cheeks are red, eyes glazed. She opens her mouth, gasping hot breaths.
She’s close, right there, and suddenly I want to feel her come apart on my fingers.
‘Can I go inside?’
‘Yeah, just, don’t stop touching my clit.’
I place two fingers inside her gently, worried my nails might hurt her. She’s warm,sowet, her walls pulsing around me.
‘That feels good,’ I whisper, thrusting gently.
‘You’re telling me.’
I encourage us onto our sides so I can rub her with my palm. I feel her clench at once, groaning against my lips.
‘Just like that,’ she gasps. ‘So fucking close.’
Just her words propel me to the edge. My palm is slick in seconds, sliding effortlessly over the whole of her.
She clenches again, then again.
I hold my breath. My orgasm’s cresting but I want to feelhers.
I quicken my hand, rubbing tighter.
She shouts out, her fingers stroking me in a blur. Her walls clamp around me, the sensation pushing me over the edge too.
We cling to each other, hands working, faces pressed close as we moan into each other’s mouths.
