Page 91 of Couple Goals

‘Oh, I know,’ says Kira, kissing her taut neck.

In retaliation, Maeve traces a nail down Kira’s shoulder then, lightly at first, increasingly harder, scratches Kira’s back. Kira arches in pleasure.

‘Shit,’ she says. ‘Harder.’

‘Even harder?’ Maeve checks, tracing her nails down her back again.

‘More,’ groans Kira – and then in one smooth motion, too turned on not to move against her, Kira flips Maeve round so that Maeve is now on the sofa and Kira is on top of her, her leg between Maeve’s. Kira’s pressing her knee hard into her and grinds, Maeve gasping in pleasure and mirroring the motion with her own thigh against Kira’s, the textures of their jeans between their legs adding to the layers of sensation. They keep moving hard against each other, Kira’s hands on Maeve’s chest, Maeve’s hands on Kira’s back, then grasping Kira’s buckle, pulling her closer, wanting to touch her.

‘Okay, wait, sorry,’ says Kira. She seems to be furious at having to stop what they were doing for a single second. ‘Theseneedto come off now.’

Maeve enjoys hastily unbuckling Kira’s buckle, and Kira doing the same back, unzipping. Kira kicks off her white boxers, and then groans fiddling with the lines of Maeve’s black pants, which takes longer to get over Maeve’s bandage. They laugh together for a moment, but then Kira kneels in front of Maeve and they become serious again. She’s kissing and biting up Maeve’s thighs, then presses her tongue into her. Maeve groans, her head falling back into the sofa cushions as Kira’s tongue flicks, savouring how good it feels.

Maeve almost blacks out in pleasure for a moment, but then her hands, reaching into Kira’s hair, pulling her up.

‘Please,’ Maeve stops her, a flush of pink in her cheeks. ‘I want to touch you too.’

Kira groans, caught between two brilliant options, but returns to the sofa, kissing Maeve deeply.

Pressed against each other on the sofa, legs and arms entangled, mouths gasping together, they touch each other.

Kira says into Maeve’s mouth, ‘I want you to touch me like you touch yourself.’

Maeve closes her eyes, moaning as their fingers mirror the other’s smooth motions, tracing their wetness. Their bodies melt into each other, not knowing where one begins and the other ends. Each gets as much pleasure from the other’s as her own.

And then, sensing, their bodies shift as the waves of pleasure build, Kira moves the tip of her finger against Maeve and Maeve’s against hers – until both of them in the same moment slide a finger into each other.

‘Fuck,’ Kira gasps. ‘More. Harder.’

Maeve nods into her, using another finger now, then pins Kira’s hands down behind her so that she can concentrate on fucking her harder. To Maeve’s great satisfaction, it’s only seconds later that Kira’s face contorts.

‘Oh fuck,’ she cries, ‘I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, stop– stop–’

Maeve grins, enjoying feeling powerful.

Kira breaks free from Maeve’s grip, wrestling and jostling for a moment, until they finally agree in a position where they can fuck each other at the same time. Maeve readjusts so that she can oblige, her thumb against Kira’s clit as she fucks her, and Kira in return is fucking her too, and the pleasure is so great that Maeve forgets everything else, left panting and desperate.

‘Not so cocky now are we?’ Kira whispers in her ear.

Maeve just groans, rocking against her.

‘God, I love making you lose control like this,’ says Kira. ‘That’s right, just like– fuck, yes, yes–’

And then they’re just saying yes over and over as they fuck each other, and they build together, until rapidly they’re both crying out, and feeling the other tense and pulse around them as they climax.

Then they fall back against the sofa, naked and breathing hard, spent by their exertions. They cuddle against each other, both shaking their heads and laughing gleefully, amazed.

‘Ah,’ says Kira, sighing happily. ‘NowI’m hungry.’

And as if on cue, there goes the doorbell.

Maeve leans back naked on the sofa, her hair loose around her, smiling as Kira leaps down the stairs to collect their takeaway. She sips on her wine. She can’t believe she gets to spend her time off the pitch like this now. Relaxed, at ease, and laughing.

This weekend, her, Kira, Adriana and Jacob are going to go on a double date to crazy golf, and Maeve can’t wait to see how ridiculously competitive they get. It feels like a good level of competitive to Maeve right now.

Soon, Kira will be playing for a bigger league, and Adriana will be Captain of the Tigresses while Maeve is vice. She’s not ‘the best’ anymore. But she finally realises she doesn’t need to be. She’s never liked herself more.

Epilogue

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