Page 193 of Vying Girls
Her breathing’s shaky already. Mine isn’t doing much better. I think of Elly and Haz, been here before. Do they do it right? Do they worship her the way she deserves?
Eyes firmly closed, I reach out with my tongue, coating myself in the heat of her.
Tilda exhales, back arching further.
Definitely wet. I find her clit, my own pussy throbbing at the sensation of it on my tongue. When was the last time I went down on anyone? Feels like an age, like I’ve been waiting for Tilda this whole time.
She gasps, hand pushing my head harder. ‘Yes, Nic. Right there. That’s literally perfect.’
I smile against her, revelling in how everything feels so hauntingly familiar. Past lives? Maybe they’re a thing. Feel like I’ve lived a thousand with her in just this lifetime alone. Feels different now though. Like we’ve repaid our karmic debts.
I kiss her clit before closing my mouth around it. She doesn’t have long left. I hear it in the shakiness of her breaths, her moans getting louder. Fuck, her noises. My own hips shift on the blanket, dying for purchase. I’ve heard these sounds so many times, but to be the cause of them is something else entirely.
‘Yes,’she breathes, rolling her hips.
I pin them down, inching myself forward, giving and taking everything I can.
Tilda cries out, her body convulsing, hand gripping my hair. I groan against her, almost at the edge myself. Kneeling up, I watch her gasp on the sand, her chest pink, her lips red from kissing.Jesus.
Grabbing her hands, I haul her back into my lap. I can’t help touching her again, coating my fingers in her copious wetness. She moans weakly, hugging me hard.
‘You can come again, can’t you?’
She nods against my lips, easing back so I’ve got more room.
With one arm secured around her, I stroke her lightly, rapidly, loving how her face creases. She’s still so sensitive but she can’t stop me. She grips my shoulders like a vice. I dip lower, teasing her with two fingers. She meets them, the digits slipping in all too easily
‘Nic?’ she breathes.
‘Mm?’
‘Do you have a strap?’
I look at her, thrusting gently. ‘No. I didn’t think to bring it. Why? Is that something that you want?’
‘I guess, after hearing you and Skylar that one time, it’s just been in the back of my mind.’
I smile grimly. ‘I’m not sure you want that.’
‘I do, Nic. I do.’
‘Alright.’ I eye her hungrily, already thinking about it. ‘Next time.’
‘Next time,’ she agrees on an exhale. ‘I love that we’ll get a next time.’
Me too. Think I’m addicted to this for life.
Speeding up, I push into her with my palm, slickening it in seconds.
Tilda folds over me, her exhales loud in my ear. The whole of her is taut, like a string about to snap.
‘Gonna come,’ she bites out.
I hold her tight, face buried in her shoulder. Fuck, I just can’t get close enough.
Her pussy clamps my fingers, my mouth opening on a silent moan at the sensation. She cries out into my ear, hips working feverishly against my hand.
I cradle her as she wilts against me, allowing her to catch her breath again.
