Page 40 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
“And you had an answer for that too, although the taste of bug spray on your face wasn’t the greatest.” Anvita paused and Shazza started to apologise. “But a little bitter tang is worth it.” Anvita lowered her head and licked Shazza’s stomach.
“Oh, yes.” Shazza couldn’t think of a retort. She stretched her arms down as far as they would go, but Anvita kept moving lower, and all she could reach was her hair which lay trailed over her bra and stomach.
Anvita unbuttoned Shazza’s jeans and Shazza lifted her hips to help Anvita drag her jeans off. Her underwear went with them—thank fuck for that—no one needed to see the ugly old stretched pair of undies she’d been wearing. But Shazza hardly had time to stress about her lack of sexy clothes, because Anvita placed her mouth at the top of her curls. An electrical buzz flooded her body and her hips bucked up against Anvita’s face. She wanted to sit up and hold Anvita’s head, but her body was too relaxed to try. Anvita’s hands explored her thighs, stroking the skin until Shazza was ready to come. Her thighs relaxed, wide, open and encouraging. And when Anvita—finally—stroked one finger along her soaked labia and dipped inside her, she let out an almighty moan and a shudder.
Anvita’s favourite thing was the musky scent of an aroused woman.
She’d fucked everyone and anyone before her marriage. Why she’d ever thought she should marry a man was something she deliberately chalked up to being young and naïve. But the way Shazza cried out as she touched her, and the aroma that filled her nostrils as Anvita stroked and played with her, was better than anything else.
This moment felt like home.
She never would have imagined she’d ever want to be outdoors, on the back of a damned ute in the bush, but being with Shazza, like this, all spread-legged for her, and soaking wet, was exactly where Anvita wanted to be. It was like every moment in her life until now had been a rehearsal for this time. And she was determined to enjoy every second of it.
She flicked her forefinger over the tight bud of nerves at the top of Shazza’s wet slit and let the guttural wail of Shazza’s moan wash over her skin. It would be so easy—no, necessary—to kiss her clit now, suck on it until Shazza came all over her face, but there was one thing she needed to do first. Anvita dragged her knees under her body, and balanced on one hand, while keeping the other circling Shazza’s clit. Once she had her balance, she shifted so she was beside Shazza, able to touch her wetness, and kiss her on the mouth at the same time.
The kiss tasted like Shazza, the slightly burnt lamb she’d lovingly prepared for dinner, with a touch of vinegar from the salad dressing, and underneath it all, the soothing taste of summer peaches. Sweet, succulent, and delicious. Anvita kissed Shazza, stroking her tongue with hers, to match the rhythm of her hand, and kept the pace until Shazza grew more desperate. Shazza grabbed her hand and pushed her fingers inside her.
The neediness hit Anvita like a wave, and together, they stroked Shazza, with Anvita’s fingers inside her and Shazza’s hand over the top of her own to control the pace. In the shadow of the fading light, Anvita could just make out the blissful expression on Shazza’s cheeks. She pressed her thumb against Shazza’s clit, her hand all stretched out under Shazza’s guiding movements, and kissed her as she came.
“Oh my God. That was amazing.” Shazza’s hand relaxed, sliding slightly off Anvita’s hand. Her fingers were still buried deep inside Shazza, and she could feel Shazza’s body slowly return from the brink of her orgasm and start to relax all over.
“Yes. Amazing.” She pumped her fingers twice more, before sliding them out of Shazza’s sated body. She kissed her on the lips, a gentle, thank you kiss, before rolling away to lie beside Shazza.
“But you?”
Anvita shrugged. “I don’t need anything more.” She’d almost come from giving Shazza an orgasm, and she was content with that.
“Maybe not, but I want to give you more. Sex is supposed to be good for both people.” Shazza half-sat up and traced her hands down Anvita’s sides, over the rounded edges of her tits, along her waist, and over her hips. She bent over her and kissed her on the forehead, on the chin, and then on the belly button. Not quite, because Anvita still had all her clothes on, but the intent of the kiss quickly reawakened the burgeoning orgasm.
“Making you come is good for me.” Anvita’s voice croaked, almost in protest against Shazza’s attentions. She hadn’t realised she was so close, she’d been concentrating so hard on Shazza’s pleasure, but now, as Shazza fumbled with her clothes and dragged her lips across the skin of her stomach, she trembled.
“So fit and beautiful.”
“What? You can’t see anything.” The sun had fully set, and the birds had stopped chattering in the trees in the surrounding bush. Anvita’s whisper seemed to echo further than before in the quiet evening. A few stars were scattered in the sky, peeking between the dark patches of the tree canopy.
“I don’t need to. I have a good memory, and excellent touch.” To hear Shazza compliment herself, instead of those usual backhanded comments, thrilled Anvita as much as her touch did. Fingertips roughened by work added texture to the way they glided over the bare skin on her belly, and the short nubs of her fingernails grazing as Shazza slid her fingers under the waistline of her skirt. All the way around the edge of her clothes until she found the little zipper against her hip. The zip sounded loud in the clean country air, and Anvita swallowed.
“Tip your hips up.” The gentle command sang over her and she obeyed gladly. With a woosh, her skirt was tugged down, and Shazza shifted with a huff and a puff in the dark.
“What are you doing?”
“Just getting comfortable.”
“Good.” Anvita started to chuckle at the way Shazza wriggled beside her, but it came out as a rough cough when Shazza leaned over her stomach, and her tits pressed against the skin of her belly. Did that mean? She stretched out her hands and ran them over Shazza’s body. Yes, it did. Shazza had shifted so her head hovered above Anvita’s curls, and her broad hips lay beside Anvita’s shoulder.
“I’ve never done this before, so—”
Anvita swallowed. “You’ll be great. Just do what you’d want me to do to you.” And Anvita hoped she wouldn’t expire from the pleasure about to be unfurled on her. Anticipation built like champagne in her veins. Effervescent.
“Okay?” Shazza’s mouth must be very close, as her breath was all hot on her curls. Anvita wriggled her knees to push her skirt further down, so she could spread her legs more. She jerked a little when Shazza traced her fingers from her knee up the inside of her thigh.
“Yes.” Anvita could only whisper her agreement as Shazza’s mouth brushed over her curls. The wet heat of Shazza’s tongue flicked over her clit and Anvita cried out. In the dark of the evening, she could only make out the shadow of Shazza’s head, leaving no visual cues, only feelings. And phew, those were building like a rocket. All fire and explosive tension about to achieve take-off in a great pile of flame and smoke. It was all she could do, but cling onto Shazza’s back and round arse as she licked and sucked at her.
“Holy fuck you taste delicious.” Shazza’s breathy awe added more heat to her core. Every stroke of her tongue had Anvita panting. She bucked her hips, desperate to get more, crying out for more, and her fingers dug deep into Shazza’s flesh. Shazza scraped her teeth over Anvita’s clit and that was all it took. The most epic orgasm walloped her, her body shuddered and moaned as sensation ruled. The rocket flew out of the atmosphere and Anvita clung on for the ride of her life. She slid her hands between Shazza’s legs and slipped into her moist entrance, purely by instinct. She needed to be as close to Shazza as possible as her body unwound from the release of pleasure.
Anvita lost track of time, but eventually she managed to speak. “Thank you so much.”
Shazza chuckled, and cool air from her mouth across Anvita’s vulva sent a shiver of delight up her spine. “Just imagine how good I’ll be with practice.”
