Page 85 of Last First Kiss
“I want to see all of you,” Alejandra says as her finger trails my jawline, then down my neck, before she lifts herself off of me.
I peel off my shirt, my sports bra, my jeans, and my underwear, letting them fall to the floor without breaking our gaze. Her eyes flicker down my body, and the heat in them makes my skin feel like it’s glowing.
I lower myself on her, my hands trailing up the length of her body, over her stomach, her ribs, the curve of her waist, until I’m hovering above her again. I dip down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Alejandra sucks in a breath before arching further into me, letting her head fall back as she moans, tangling her hand in my hair and pulling lightly.
I slide my free hand around her other breast, cupping it before rolling her nipple between my fingers as I lightly bite the other. Alejandra’s heart is pounding in her chest, matching my own.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down to my toes.
She caresses the side of my breast so lightly that I shiver, and my head drops forward, savoring the feel of Alejandra’s hands on my skin. She flips us again, and her mouth descends to my nipple. I arch myself into her mouth, groaning helplessly as Alejandra’s tongue toys with the piercing.
The heat already coursing through me intensifies as Alejandra lightly bites my nipple before pulling back, and I whimper at the loss of her mouth on me.
“I want to make you come first,” I say, almost pleading. I needher. I need to make her mine.
Before Alejandra can say another word—or push me back down—I slide my hand between her thighs, pressing against her through the thin fabric of her underwear, my fingers working slow circles over her clit.
“Fuck,” I whisper, more to myself than anything, because her underwear is completely soaked, and it sends a fresh pulse of want racing through my veins. The thought that every sound, every drop, every bit of her want is mine, is intoxicating.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, eyes locked on hers as I slowly slide them down her hips. She lifts them enough to help. When they’re off, I take a moment to justlookat her. She’s sprawled out beneath me, flushed and glistening, pupils blown. Absolute perfection. I trail my fingers along her inner thigh, slow and teasing, not touching where she wants me most, but close enough that her eyes flutter shut, her mouth parting in a soft moan.
“I need you,” she gasps, her body jerking slightly at the contact, hips instinctively rising to meet my touch.
“Good,” I reply, downplaying how her need fans the fire already burning inside me.
My middle and ring fingers find her clit again,and I rub slow circles against her, teasing her entrance, rubbing Alejandra to her peak and then stopping.
“Please,” Alejandra moans.
So I finally give her what she’s begging for. I make my way down Alejandra’s thigh, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. She shudders beneath me, her breath hitching as I settle between her legs, my shoulders nudging them open wider.
My fingers never stop teasing and circling her clit. She’s so wet, so achingly responsive, her body tensing every time I change pressure or pace.
I look up at Alejandra, and her eyes are already on me, watching, holding my gaze as my mouth hovers over her clit. Her eyes are dark and intense, her chest rising and falling quickly as she digs her hands into my duvet, bracing herself for more torment.
I think about hovering here a little longer, making Alejandra wait, but I want to taste her just as badly as she wants me to. So I run my tongue from her entrance to her clit and back down, savoring the essence of her before moving back to her clit and wrapping my lips around her. Alejandra moans loudly, and so do I, because she tastes so fucking good, a shiver skitters down my spine before landing right between my thighs, making me suck harder at Alejandra’s core.
“Clara,” she moans over and over, and I’ve never loved my name on someone’s lips more.
Her moans echo through the room, and I swear I can feel them in my bones, tightening low in my belly until my clit aches with need. So much need that it feels feral. Consuming.
Alejandra’s fingernails sink into my shoulders, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The pain makes me groanagainst her, the vibration pulling another breathless cry from her lips.
She’s unraveling for me, and I’m right there with her, turned on past reason, past control. All I know is the taste of her, the sound of her unraveling, and the way my own body is strung so tight I can barely breathe.
I slide two fingers inside her, slowly at first, then faster and deeper as my tongue laps over her clit. The choked whimper that rips from Alejandra’s throat hits me like lightning. My hips twitch in response, aching for friction, for her. I don’t think my body has ever reacted to someone like this, like it’s wired to her.
I thrust in and out of her steadily, until her thighs tremble around me.
“Clara,” she gasps, hands gripping the sheets as her thighs tighten around my head and she comes, gasping my name. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever heard, and I can’t believe I get to experience it—hopefully—for the rest of my life.
Before I can catch my breath, she’s moving.
Alejandra sits up, eyes dark and heavily lidded. She pushes me back with surprising force. Her lips crash into mine, messy and hot, like she needs to taste herself on my tongue.
Her hand slides down my thigh with urgency, teasing my already sensitive clit and drawing throaty moans from me, and she groans against me in response.
“You’re mine,” she murmurs against my ear, voice low and wrecked before she kisses her way down my neck, sucking and biting enough to make me shiver before moving over my breasts and finally settling between my thighs.
