Page 53 of One Last Run

Despite the room’s warmth, Danica shivered again, seeing the desire and intensity in Pete’s eyes. The undoubtable want and need. “Pete.” A request? A demand? She wasn’t sure, she only knew she felt with the same desperate want. Pete's kisses burned a trail across her skin, then paused as they brushed the elastic of her underwear, teeth teasing the fabric before herfingers, quick and sure, slipped beneath the waistband, teasingly slow.

Pete paused, as if to ask if Danica was sure, and Danica arched her back, her hips pushing against Pete’s hand in silent plea.

Understanding, Pete tugged Danica's underwear down her thighs with tender care. Nestled between Danica's thighs, she lowered herself onto the bed, stretching out on her stomach. Pete's warm lips traced a path up Danica's inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses, her tongue darting out to taste her skin, making her shiver with anticipation. The sensation of Pete's gentle nip on Danica's thigh was both pleasurable and slightly painful, prompting a whimper to escape Danica's lips. With one hand, Pete hooked Danica's right knee and those hideously bright socks over a shoulder, spreading her legs wide open. Danica held her breath, the air thick in her lungs, as Pete’s breath whispered a silent promise against her skin, stirring the ache within her.

At the first swipe of Pete’s tongue against her, Danica nearly arched off the bed. She could feel Pete’s broad smile even between her thighs, Pete’s strong hands wrapping around her hip to hold her in place, pulling her even closer. The sensation overwhelmed her, and she fisted the sheets in her hands, savoring the broad strokes of Pete’s tongue sliding through her wetness. Pete licked a long, slow path from Danica’s entrance up to her clit, then dipped two fingers inside of her, eliciting another whimper of pleasure. Pete’s fingers curled inside her against her, her mouth and fingers finding a familiar rhythm that would make Danica see stars.

She glanced down to Pete, finding those intense brown eyes locked on her. Pete grinned up at her devilishly, and the sight of Pete’s mouth on hers, the movement of her arm as she felt those fingers so expertly pushing her to the edge… Danica could barely remember to breathe.

Danica's back arched against the mattress as Pete expertly pushed her over the edge, her thighs quivering as she climaxed. Overwhelmed and too sensitive, Danica’s weak tug on Pete’s hair was punctuated by a barely audible whimper. Pete didn’t move an inch — instead, keeping her fingers firmly in place, her tongue continuing to elicit nearly overwhelming and delicious sensations.

Just as Danica was starting to recover from her first orgasm, Pete rocketed her into another one, her teeth grazing Danica's sensitive clit. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, constellations of pleasure and sensation and emotion. She cried Pete’s name in between gasps, and could feel Pete’s eyes on her as that delicious sensation continued long and slow until all of the tension released from her body. She untwined her fingers from Pete’s hair as she fell back against the bed, sweaty and spent. Pete sat back, eyes sparkling as she kneeled between Danica’s thighs with a grin, her face still slick and wet.

Danica’s heart ached at how beautiful Pete looked. She had that familiar cocky, self-satisfied look in her eye, that distinctly-Pete expression on her face. The fact that all of the swagger came from how well she’d pleased Danica… How she’d missed this, not just the sex, but everything about Pete. All of the multitudes of Pete. As her brain started working again, her body still pulsing with each beat of her heart, Danica reached for her and Pete prowled up the bed, all arrogance and lean muscle and undeniable sex appeal.

“Just as good as you remember?” Pete whispered, her nose nudging Danica’s.

Danica, still completely jelly-limbed and worn out, snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’re shameless.”

Pete raised an eyebrow, pushing up on one elbow. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Danica couldn’t help the smile raising the edges of her mouth. “It was fine.”

Pete’s eyes widened with indignation. “Fine? Do I need to get back down there and remind you how it was better than fine?”

Danica laughed, reaching to run her thumb over Pete’s still slick mouth. Pete leaned down, her lips brushing Danica’s, and as her tongue slipped inside Danica’s mouth, Danica could taste herself there, all the layers of musky, tangy, sweetness.

“You taste as good as I remember,” Pete breathed against her mouth, and Danica pulled her closer, her hands weaving into Pete’s hair once more. Their kiss deepened, exploring and reminiscing at the same time, and Pete moved her hips against Danica’s thigh.

Danica pulled away and reached for the hem of Pete’s shirt. “Is this okay?” she asked.

Pete nodded enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah, it is!”

With Pete’s help, Danica pulled off her shirt and sports bra, running her hands over the familiar lines of Pete’s lean body. She was a work of art, even after all these years, strength and softness mingling to create the woman of Danica’s dreams. Danica unbuttoned Pete’s pants, the zipper the only sound in the room apart from their heavy breaths. Pete shimmied out of her pants, her eyes lifting to Danica’s as she held the waistband of her boxer briefs. “These too?”

“All of it,” Danica confirmed, reaching to help Pete pull the fabric over her long, lean legs. “It is truly unfair how attractive you are.”

Pete laughed, the sound deep and musical. “I’ll take that as a compliment from the most gorgeous woman in the room.”

“Oh, hush,” Danica said with a grin. Her heart stuttered and she leaned forward to brush her lips against Pete’s again, pushing her to lie back as Danica leaned on her elbow. She trailed her hand down Pete’s body, sliding over the dark curlsbetween her thighs. Pete gasped as Danica’s finger ever-so-gently traced over her clit, and Danica wanted to moan with how wet and ready Pete was for her.

“Oh my god,” Pete said, turning to bury her face in Danica’s shoulder, and Danica leaned down to take Pete’s mouth, deep and slow, as she made her fingers mirror the movements of her tongue. She wouldn’t rush this — refused to let this be as ephemeral as it already felt. Her fingertips remembered every nuance of Pete’s body, every detail familiar as she pressed two fingers inside, her thumb brushing Pete’s swollen clit. Pete’s hips raised ever-so-slightly, a soft moan of pleasure heating their kiss.

“Fuck me,” Pete whispered against Danica’s lips. “Harder. Please. I can’t wait.”

Danica curled her fingers, her thumb pushing with more force against Pete. “Is this how you like it?”

Pete threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as she rode Danica’s hand. The position gave Danica the perfect view of where her fingers disappeared between Pete’s thighs as Pete bucked against her, needy and desperate. Danica hid her smile as she focused, keeping the pressure steady and intense, wanting Pete to come just as hard as she had. She could feel Pete begin to tense in those delicious few moments before climax, and she leaned down, her tongue drawing against Pete’s hardened nipple, her teeth grazing the pebbled skin. Pete cried out, her entire body shaking as she came around Danica’s fingers, her thighs clamping together. Danica’s rhythm slowed as Pete relaxed.

Pete twisted her hips in silent confirmation she needed a break. “I’m going to die if you keep going,” Pete said with a huff of laughter.

Pete slumped against the mattress, her breathing still labored, her legs tangled with Danica's. Her flushed complexionwas glossy with sweat, starting at her hairline and continuing down to her navel, which rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing.

Danica had never seen a sight so lovely in her entire life. She curled into Pete, her body molding into its familiar place at Pete’s side.

“I can’t believe we’ve wasted fifteen years not doing that,” Pete said with a laugh, tracing circles on Danica’s bare shoulder. Danica was practically draped across Pete, her head on Pete’s chest, listening to her breathing. Steady. Comforting and familiar.

“Or at least the last six days,” Danica agreed.

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