Page 192 of Vying Girls
I hold tight to her words, daring to wish for the same thing. After all, what’s to stop that from happening? It’s only us again now. We’re safe.
It’s hot in the crook of her neck. I press my lips to her bare shoulder, dragging them along it, kissing the juncture of her neck. How lucky are we to be here, to be given this second chance. I’ve never believed in God, but there’s definitely something divine in all of this.
Tilda nuzzles my cheek, drawing back enough to kiss the salt from them. The scent of her is heavenly. Berries and suncream and whatever she washes her hair with. I breathe her in, letting it settle the frantic beat of my heart.
‘I want to know every little thing about you, Nic.’
‘Anything.’ I press my lips to hers, safe and hidden in the fall of her hair.
The sun’s moved elsewhere now, allowing a bank of shadow to be cast over us. Tilda touches her tongue to mine, tentatively at first. It tightens my pussy, my hips rising to meet hers. She rolls onto me, breaking the kiss with a breath.
Straddling me, she captures my gaze as her hands drift to the ties of her bikini top. I lick salt off my lips as she undoes them, the material coming free easily. I cup her waist, eyeing hersmall pink nipples, the couple of freckles on her torso, the black artwork adorning her.
‘Definitely didn’t have these as a kid.’
Tilda smiles. ‘The boobs or the tats?’
I give her a playful slap. ‘The tattoos.’ I trace the edge of her mandala. ‘I love them.’
‘Thanks. I love yours too.’ She leans down to kiss me. ‘Super hot.’
I touch Haz’s name on her chest. ‘You always said you wanted to get tattoos, as soon as you were an adult.’
‘Didn’t waste any time, did I?’
Shaking my head, I rear up, capturing her easily in my arms. Tilda hums at the new position, winding her arms around my neck as she kisses me deeply.
I definitely did more growing than her. She feels so light. So precious and breakable. I stroke open palms across her bare back, thumbs swiping the delicate curve of her waist. Her breath catches when I skim close to her boobs, the soft flesh pressed against my chest overly tempting.
‘I want to know everything you like,’ she breathes against my mouth.
‘You already have a pretty good idea.’ I duck my head, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth.
She lets out a quiet groan, lifting up a bit to help me out. I close my eyes, feeling her harden on my tongue, the creamy taste of her. My hands move down, cradling the soft roundness of her ass as she starts moving against me.
Grabbing my face, she forces our lips back together. It’s my turn to groan when she snakes a hand down to stroke between my legs.
‘I definitely know you like this,’ she murmurs.
‘It’s not awful.’ I bite at her neck, spreading my legs as much as I can with her in my lap.
My abs are screaming. Gathering her in my arms, I lift so I can get my legs under me. I toy with her denim shorts, getting the belt unfastened. The sound of protesting metal is satisfying. Tilda lets out a gasp when I pull hard, letting her hips crash into mine. She stands up to pull the shorts off, her knickers, too, landing in a puddle at her feet.
I stop her from sitting back down, enjoying the sight of her looming naked above me. I’m still dressed—loose shorts and a tee. I love the imbalance, the vulnerability it summons in her.
‘Just gonna look at me all day?’
I smile, sensing her self-consciousness. Leaning back on my elbow, I drag my eyes up her slender legs, her trimmed pussy and tiny stomach. Her boobs, smaller now her nipples have hardened. Her tattoos are stark against her pale skin. I take a good look, seeing them all for the first time this way.
‘You’re like some kind of creature of folklore. Something eldritch passing as human.’
‘I don’t know that word, but thank you. I love being a creature.’ She sits back in my lap, pulling my arms around her. ‘Now touch me, please.’
With our lips pressed together, I lower her down onto her back. It’s not enough to touch her with my fingers, I need to be at her font, tasting her from it.
Tilda rests her arms above her head, back arched and ready for me. It’s a sinful sight. I put my hands on her, thumbs skimming roughly over her nipples and making her hiss. Shuffling down, I hook her leg over my shoulder, kissing and nipping at her thigh, tongue taking swipes at the juncture of her leg. She smells warm and musky; already wet.
She tangles her hand in my hair, stroking, encouraging. I feel her eyes on me as I kiss her mound, rough against my lips.
