Page 25 of High Side
“Is yes the right answer?” Brit reached up and tweaked Kylie’s nipple, just hard enough to sting.
“It is.” Kylie slid a finger down and around and around the little nub that had pulled that sound from Brittany. Then she moved to push a finger inside Brittany and slide it in and out. Brit was slick and blistering hot inside, and it was easy to move to two fingers, turning her hand to work Brit’s clit with her thumb.
Brittany grunted, her cheeks red, her eyebrows drawing down as she rode Kylie’s fingers. That was just the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life.
“Pretty girl.” She kept the pressure up, needing to see Brit orgasm more than just about anything.
“More! God, your hands. I just can’t stop thinking about them, and now I know how they feel.” Brittany caught her gaze. “It will just get worse.”
“Mmhmm…you can have them, over and over.” She got it. Her fingers wanted to learn every fucking inch.
“Oh, good.” Brittany bore down, giving her permission to work her fingers harder, to open Brittany up.
She bent down and wrapped her lips around one hard nipple, beginning to suck in the same rhythm as she moved her fingers.
Brittany cried out, thrashing a little, and she knew it wouldn’t be long. Kylie could feel it the way that Brittany’s muscles quivered.
All she could do was suck harder, push faster, and try to push Brittany over the edge.
Brittany reached down to adjust her hand, and there it was. That hot spot that combined all the sensations Brittany needed. Brit shouted, clamping down on her wrist with those legs, scrabbling at her back with short nails.
Oh, that was a pretty sound—all heat and release and need. Kylie could listen to it over and over.
She watched Brittany ride it out, her cheeks bright pink, sweat beading up along her hairline as she wheezed for breath.
Damn, that was stunning.
She eased up, tongue sliding over that sweet nipple one more time. “Beautiful girl.” Damn, her voice sounded rough.
“Kylie…” Brittany looked up at her, dark eyes holding a dazed expression. “Blow my mind, why don’t you?”
“That was the idea.” She felt a little smug, in fact. She’d made this lovely lady come like a ton of bricks, and she was damn proud of herself.
And horny.
Also incredibly horny and needing a touch.
“What do you need?” Brittany asked, reaching up to stroke Kylie’s short hair.
“Everything,” she shot back, grabbing Brittany’s hand and bringing it between her legs. “Feel.”
“Mmhmm…” Brit chuckled and pushed her over. “My turn to play.”
“Hell yes. All you want.” Kylie spread her arms out to the sides, letting Brittany have at her. She felt like she was feverish, like her core was melted. She spread her legs, making her offer clear.
Brit slid a hand under each of her thighs, spreading them wider so she could push up between them and kneel. Then she leaned down to kiss Kylie, pressing their breasts and bellies together.
Kylie gasped, her heart thundering, her whole body undulating against Brittany’s.
“So strong,” Brittany murmured, holding her down. “Like riding the river.”
That sent a fierce shot of pride through her. That was the most amazing thing anyone had ever said to her. “Kiss me again.”
“Over and over.” Brit stormed her lips, not giving her an ounce of quarter. Her toes curled at the connection, and all she could do was buck up and beg for more.
Her brain shorted out, her body in control now. Brit was in charge, driving the bus, and that girl was a force of nature. All she could do was move, writhe under Brit’s touch, and moan.
Brittany rubbed all along her front, making her skin light up with little sparks, her muscles jerking. Then one hand pushed between her legs, Brittany finding her clit and rubbing at it madly.
