Page 25 of Tailored for Them

I dragged my knuckles against their stomach, so flat and firm.

They were athletic and fit. Strong. As I dragged my hand higher, I wasn’t too surprised to see that they weren’t wearing a bra of their own.

They didn’t need to. Their breasts were much, much smaller than mine. But when I brushed my fingertips over their chest, they shuddered.

“Are you…” I swallowed. “Are you wet for me, too?”

Taylor chuckled against my neck. They pressed themselves against my body more, pinning me against the wall as they rubbed against my thigh. We each had a leg between the other, and I moaned from the friction their thrusts created for me.

“I’m fucking soaked, Nicole,” Taylor groaned in my ear, “Every time I see you, I’m soaked.”

I leaned back, trailing my hands down their chest so that I could start undoing the button on their jeans. “I want to feel you.”

Taylor chuckled before leaning back and tugging my shorts down, too. “I might need to feel you first.” Their eyes were deliciously hooded. Their cheeks were beautifully flushed. WhenI noted their swollen lips from our kisses, another rush of arousal flooded my system.

I giggled before shoving their jeans down, revealing low-hung boxers underneath. I grinned up at them when I realized there was an open flap in the front.

“This is convenient,” I smirked as I traced a finger against them. I could feel a tuft of curls, but then their hips flexed against my hand, and just like that, my fingers were brushing against their damp core.

“Fuck, Nicole,” Taylor leaned forward, slapping a hand on the wall near my head, “That feels so good.” I grinned. Not to toot my own horn, but I was phenomenal at fingering. It was a badge of pride I loved showing off as much as I was able to. As I positioned my hand to tease their entrance while brushing my thumb against their clit, I heard Taylor whimper near my ear.

“You’re so sexy, Taylor.” I turned toward their ear to whisper the words, before dragging my teeth against their lobe, “I want to watch you come undone.”

“Stay tuned,” Taylor sighed as their hips flexed against my hand. They were using both of their hands to support themselves against the wall now. I loved doing this to them. I loved being the one to drive Taylor to the edge like this. So quickly, too. Every time I brushed their clit just the right way, a new wave of wetness coated my fingers.

“Can I feel inside of you?” I asked them against their ear.

They managed to nod in response.

I inserted one finger, slowly, teasingly, into their core while still brushing my thumb against the most sensitive part of them.

“Oh,” Taylor almost buckled at the contact, and I released a huff of amusement. I felt powerful. I felt desired. In control.

Things I hadn’t felt since before Colleen.

“Almost there, babe.” I licked their ear, then dragged my lips to the sensitive spot just below it and sucked.

They started pulsing around my fingers, clenching hard as they groaned through their orgasm. My hand was drenched as I continued to work their clit, over and over again. Their orgasm just kept going, and I felt like I was on cloud nine watching them come undone against me.

Finally, they gasped and wrapped one of their hands around my wrist, “Oh my god.” They breathed.

I grinned, taking in their post-orgasmic glow brightening their cheeks.

Suddenly, they pecked me on the nose and dropped to their knees.

“Oh—”

“Your turn, beautiful.” Taylor grinned as they roughly yanked my shorts down. “I need to taste you.” I blushed, hard. I didn’t usually engage in oral the first time I was with someone. Instead, my past girlfriends and I focused on kissing and hand stuff. We worked our way up, usually because I was the one who wanted to wait. But the sight of Taylor on their knees in front of me, helping me step out of my shorts, I knew I would break my rule.

“These are fucking adorable,” Taylor murmured before tugging my lacy panties down and off my feet, “God, you’re too much for me, Nicole.” They glanced up at me, winking. A sparkle in their eye before they grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over their slender shoulder.

“I’m—I’m sorry?” I stammered. Taylor laughed before giving me a wicked smirk and delving into me, tongue first.

I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, muffling my cry as they dragged their tongue through my wet center. Tasting everything. It was so intimate, so thorough. I usually neededwaymore teasing than this. But somehow, Taylor feasted on me in a way that was about to get me off in less than two minutes.

They hummed as they wrapped their lips around my clit, sucking.

Just like that, I came, and it was the fastest I had ever done so.

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