Page 62 of Breakpoint
She wanted that special feeling when she was intimate with Dani to last forever, but she lasted less than five minutes. Jaz came faster tonight than she did their first time together, when it had been five years between orgasms, and not just two weeks.
Jaz plopped her head back down on the cushion. She stroked her hands up Dani’s back because she couldn’t keep her hands off her and loved the intimacy of the moment of being back together again, even though she was embarrassed. “Obviously, I was excited. I didn’t mean to…”
“Babe, this is far from over.” Dani quickly slid down her body to kneel on the floor and tugged her forward a few inches, so her ass was at the edge of the couch. Jaz didn’t know if she could come that quickly again, because she was still sensitive after the orgasm she had just had. Not surprisingly, Dani knew her body wasn’t yet satisfied.
She couldn’t deny she wanted to feel Dani’s mouth on her after being apart. That she reveled at the sight of Dani’s head between her thighs. Jaz moaned when Dani kissed the top of her slit. And again, when her tongue parted her outer lips. Lapping her up and teasing her open. Her pussy lips seemed to part in their own accord to welcome Dani’s tongue in broad, sweeping strokes.
Jaz closed her eyes and relaxed into pleasure. Dani flattened her tongue and dragged it the length of Jaz’s slit until she reached her clit. She reached down, gripped Dani’s head, and tangled her handsinto her curly brown hair when she felt Dani lap her a soft tongue over her clit. Keeping Dani’s head where she needed it to be as she rocked her hips up with each pass. Dani swirled her tongue around her clit, slow and steady with her licks, eating her out with everything she had, using her tongue and lips to trigger differing sensations.
Dani licked lower andfinallydipped her tongue inside. She held her firm and pulled Jaz into her face, moaning as she pushed deep one minute before a heavenly sweep the next. Sensing that Jaz was getting close again, she wasted no time pushing fingers inside. Jaz released a low and throaty moan of approval.
Jaz was already on the precipice of another orgasm, tossing her head back as the need to come wound tighter and tighter inside of her.
Dani licked quicker, firmer, and stroked her harder until she teetered over the edge. She gripped Dani’s soft hair in her hands as her back bowed up and her orgasm overtook her.
“Dani, Dani, Dani,” she whispered repeatedly, her name said in reverence. Jaz’s moans tapered off into quiet whimpers, her fingers loosening their grip as she found Dani’s hand, squeezing it as though to ground herself.
Jaz didn’t know if she had ever been so satisfied. And not just physically, but emotionally. How had she gone through this many years of her life without knowing this type of passion and love?
Dani’s eyes softened as she continued to help Jaz through each wave of her orgasm. She then leaned in, drawing one last long lick with the flat of her tongue up Jaz’s slit.
Jaz’s chest heaved with panting breaths. She looked down at a smiling Dani, her essence coated Dani’s lips and chin. “God, I love you so much.”
Dani placed one last kiss on her pussy lips. “I love you, too, baby.”
She moved to lie beside her on the couch and wrapped her in her arms. She stared into her eyes with so much love that Jaz knew she wanted this to last forever. Dani made her feel safe when she hugged her close and kissed her.
But she also wanted to touch her. She burned with the need to touch her all over. To make her feel as good as she just made Jaz feel. Twice.
She kissed her on the edge of her mouth, then made her way up Dani’s jaw to her neck. Her lips worked insistently at Dani’s neck, on all the spots she knew she loved.
Dani moaned, just the way that Jaz hoped she would.
“That feels so good, baby,” she stated, arching her neck to give Jaz more room to operate. She’d dragged her lips down her neck before moving to the other side to plant open-mouthed kisses. She whimpered, her fingers sinking into the roots of Jaz’s hair as she held her mouth close.
She continued to kiss her neck and all Dani’s hot spots as she moved her hand down to caress her body. Hand sliding over her hips, ass and muscular thighs. After several passes, she moved that same hand in between Dani’s legs.
She let out a groan when she encountered the hot, searing wetness that awaited her there. “You’re so wet. Did Ido that?”
Dani just nodded as Jaz worked her over.
She dipped inside a few times, loving the feeling of Dani tightening around her. But she knew that Dani needed clitoral stimulation to really get off. And she wasn’t going to deny her love.
She placed two fingers on her clit and moved in circles, rubbing in slow, lavish circles like they had all the time in the world. She stared at her gorgeous lover as she stroked. Dani’s forehead scrunched, and it didn’t look to be in complete pleasure.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” she asked, because usually by now, Dani would have come.
Jaz grew nervous and hoped she hadn’t forgotten what Dani needed. Their connection and sexual chemistry had been there from day one. Had their time apart caused this break in their bond? Dani opened her eyes and looked at Jaz to reassure her. “No, baby, just keep going.”
She increased the pressure on Dani’s clit, rubbing tighter circles. But her eyes now looked far off, like she wasn’t in the moment. Jaz could almost sense her distraction. She slowed her fingers, then removed her wet hand from between Dani’s legs, putting it on the top of her hip.
Dani laid her head on Jaz’s shoulders. “I’m sorry! It’s not you, it’s me.”
Jaz kissed the top of her head, wanting to stay physically connected to her in some way. To bridge the divide that was currently building between them. “That’s not reassuring.”
“No, everything feels good. It’s amazing and I love you so much,” she rambled, then bit her lip, in an obvious sign of nervousness. “It’s just… I’m playing a Grand Slam final! I can’t get that completely out of my mind to focus on this. To push me over the edge.”
Jaz smiled and buried her face in the crook of Dani’s neck. If anyone understood the single-minded focus and tunnel vision during an important tournament, it was her. “It's okay. I definitely get it. And don’t feel like you ever have to fake it with me or do something you’re not in the mood for.”
