Page 26 of Tailored for Them

I throbbed around their face, gasping through the electricity coursing through my veins. Pulses of pleasure pounded through my core. My muscles in my body locked, leaving Taylor to support my body while riding out my orgasm for as long I could handle it.

I used my free hand to tangle my fingers in the roots of their hair, desperate to make it last.

“That’s it,” Taylor murmured against my pussy, “Ride my face, babe.”

We had both referred to each other as our fake pet name, and a thrill of excitement rushed in my veins from the realization. Is this what it would be like to be with Taylor? To have their partnership? Their intimacy?

I eventually came down from the high of orgasm, sagging against the wall while Taylor untucked my thigh from their shoulder. They glanced up at me as they wiped the back of their hand over their mouth, and another blush scorched my cheeks.

They stood tall, their chest heaving as we made unwavering eye contact.

“…Hi,” I whispered.

Taylor bit their lip before giving me a teasing smirk and replying, “Hi.”

Then, they kissed me.

I could taste myself on their lips, and a new flame burned in my chest from the arousal flooding my system.

I wantedmore.

Silently, I laced their fingers with mine and led them to my bedroom. It was girly and feminine and covered with florals and pastels. I loved it. It was me.

When Taylor smiled after taking a quick glance at everything, I felt more relaxed.

It was crazy, how a simple smile of approval from them gave me a drop of confidence. How that confidence stayed with me when we tumbled onto the bed together. When we kept kissing and touching each other.

Even when a couple of hours passed, and my body couldn’t physically orgasm again if I wanted to.

Taylor’s fingers gently traced my sensitive clit, and I ended up whimpering and rolling away from them, tucking my legs into myself. They laughed, wrapping an arm around my naked body and pulling me against their equally naked chest.

“Are you satisfied?” Taylor asked into my hair, which was probably a mess now.

“I can’t see straight,” I replied, murmuring into my pillow. Satisfied was an understatement.

“Can you see gay?” Taylor quipped.

I snorted, rolling over to look at them over my shoulder, “Oh my god.” I laughed.

Taylor smiled, unashamed of their dad joke, and pecked my head once more. Then they sat up and swung their legs over the side of the bed.

I nervously cleared my throat. I wasn’t a hook-up person. I never engaged in a good old-fashioned fuck n’ release. But that was what Taylor wanted, right? Sarah had implied that they were only into casual flings. And yet, here they were. In my apartment. I now had the memory of their dark blue eyes dancing across my face in a way that made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The romantic in me hoped that they wanted so much more.

But I was done being hopeful.

For now, at least.

“Thank you.” I decided to start with sitting up as well. They had grabbed some of the aftercare wipes I liked to use and reached toward me. I reached for the wipes in their hands, cleaning myself up.

Taylor hesitated for a moment when I took the wipes from their hand, and part of me wanted to ask what was wrong, but then they quickly recovered and continued to clean themselves, too.

With a shake of their head, they said, “You don’t need to thank me. I got just as much out of this as you did.”

I nodded.

“Right. Sorry. I don’t know, um…” I waved my hand between us. “I’m not sure what’s next.”

Taylor quirked their lips to the side, raising a dark eyebrow at me as they tossed their used wipes in the bin in the far corner of my room. “What do you mean?”

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