Page 72 of Love Legacy

Her hand starts drifting up my thighs, moving closer to that spot between them. Ever so slightly, she presses against methrough my sweats. “Is this what you want from me?” She asks, softly rubbing my clit over my clothes.

“More!” I manage to moan out, my thighs falling apart, spreading to give her better access.

“Sit up,” she says, pulling away and sitting back. I quickly sit up, following her directions. She grabs the hem of my sweatshirt, yanking it over my head before tossing it onto the floor. I feel her eyes rake down my chest, likely taking in my rock-hard nipples poking through my tank top. She gestures to my tank top. “That comes off too.”

I grab the hem of my tank, pull it up and over my head, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She presses her hand into the center of my chest, pushing me back down onto the couch. Naomi lowers herself down to my chest, her mouth enclosing around the stiff peak of my nipple, her tongue lapping at the barbell going through it. She uses her other hand to play with the other nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers.

Finally.My back arches, pushing my breast further into her mouth as she sucks on my nipple hungrily. “Oh fuck, that feels so good, Naomi.” She hums her approval, dragging her tongue in a line across my chest from one nipple to the other. She takes that one into her mouth too, teeth scraping against the nub. Instead of taking the other breast in her hand, she drags that hand down my chest, running over my stomach, until her fingers dip below the waistband of my pants. Her fingers brush over the thin fabric of my thong, feeling the dampness that has accumulated between my legs.

“God, you’re soaked, Sage, did I do this to you?” she coos, rubbing my sensitive clit through the thin, wet fabric.

“You drive me crazy, baby,” I whine, lifting my hips to try and grind against Naomi’s fingers. I can feel her grinding her coreagainst my leg as she applies more pressure, rubbing my clit over my underwear with the same rhythm.

I feel my climax building and let out a cry in frustration when I feel Naomi lift off my nipple and pull her hand out of my pants. “No, I was so close!”

She grins devilishly as she sits back, licking her fingers coated in my juices. “Mmm, you taste so good, Sage,” she purrs, “take your pants off, but leave the thong. I want to taste it from the source.”

Naomi’s never been much of a dirty talker, but the way she’s speaking now? I could come in pants from just her voice alone. I heed her request, tugging my jogger sweats down my legs, ensuring my thong doesn’t come off with them. I kick the pants to the side and look up to see that Naomi has removed her pants. She was sitting back on the couch, legs spread, using the same hand that was soaked in my juices to play with her own clit. I love how unashamed and free she was now. As if coming out allowed her to rid herself of any religious guilt she bared and fully embrace this new side.

I take a step toward her, but she holds a hand up to stop me. “Uh uh, I’m not done with you yet. Go to my bedroom. I don’t want to ruin this couch if things get messy,” she says, standing up from the couch.

I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep the smile off my face. “I love this newfound confidence of yours,” I say, taking her hand and tugging her along as I slowly back out of the living room.

“Then you’re going to love what I have planned next,” she says, looking smug as she follows me into her bedroom. She backs me right up to the edge of the bed, reaching around me to grab a hair tie off her nightstand. She pulls her curls up into a messy bun on top of her head. “I want you to get on your knees on the bed, facing away from me, and grab the headboard.”

I give Naomi a curious look, wondering what she was doing. But I listen, climbing up onto the bed. I kneel at the head of the bed, holding onto her wooden headboard. It’s not until I’m in position that I realize my core is directly over her pillows.She’s not going to do what I think she’s going to do…is she?

My suspicions are confirmed when I feel Naomi grip my thighs, pulling herself up the bed as she slides underneath me. “I want you to sit on my face,” Naomi says, her breath hot on my core.Lord have mercy, she’s going to be the death of me.

I look down at Naomi. “Are you sure?”

“Sage. I asked you to sit on my face, so sit on my face,” she says, her tone full of sass. I hesitate, I know Naomi is a grown-ass woman, but I want to make sure she’s not pushing herself too far simply because she’s trying to “stick it to her parents” in some weird, twisted way. My reservations are dismissed when I feel Naomi grab my hips and pull, yanking me down to her face.

I feel her warm wet tongue immediately lap at my clit, and I let out a loud moan as I grip the headboard tighter. “Fuck, Naomi, that feels so good,” she continues, ravishing my pussy as her tongue dips between my folds and circles my clit, always avoiding my entrance. I feel her hands move down to my ass, spreading my cheeks, her thumbs spreading me open, granting her better access to my wet, dripping cunt.

As she sucks on my clit, gently nipping at the sensitive bud, I feel one of her fingers slowly circling my entrance. “God, I need more,” I moan out, resting my head down in between my hands on the headboard. My hips lift ever so slightly, allowing Naomi room to slide a single finger deep into my pussy.

She thrusts a single finger in and out, stroking against the front of my inner walls. I feel my thighs begin to tremble as my climax begins to build. I feel Naomi latch her lips around my clit, sucking hard as she picks up the pace of her thrusts. “Yes, yes, don’t stop! I’m going to come!”

She inserts a second finger, and that’s enough to send me over the edge. I feel myself climax, my walls clenching around Naomi’s fingers as I buck against her face, riding out my orgasm on her tongue.

My thighs eventually give out and I slump forward against the headboard. I feel Naomi gently lift up my hips, likely to slide out from underneath me. She gently massages my trembling thighs as she presses soft kisses along my spine, up to my shoulder. “Come back down to Earth yet?” she asks, pushing the hair back from my sweaty forehead.

I look over at her, a sleepy smile on my face as I shake my head. That was probably one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s going to take a few minutes to get my bearings back. She continues to rub my back as I try to collect myself before laying down on my back. “Holy shit, Naomi. Where did you learn to do any of that?”

She laughs, laying down in bed next to me, propping herself up on an elbow. “You’re going to laugh at me.”

“No, I’m not.”

She blushes, unable to make eye contact with me. “I might have watched porn for some pointers.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Wait, really?” I ask, a bit surprised. We had discussed porn before, but Naomi said she hadn’t watched it. Not that she was against watching it now, but she was always taught that porn (like sex) was shameful and sinful. So I was happy to see her embrace her sexuality.

Naomi nods. “It helped get me through the winter break without you. I even picked up a vibrator of my own while in Georgia.”

I smile, pressing my lips to hers. “Well, then we’ll have to try it together in the future.”

She tilts her head. “What do you mean? Watching porn together? Or using my vibrator?”

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