Page 195 of Vying Girls
‘Come up here.’
I pull her up and onto her back, knocking the air from her in a gentle puff. Spreading her legs, I fit my pussy on hers, groaning out at the sensation. When I’m in a good position, I lower down, gyrating my hips into a steady rhythm.
A smile spreads across Tilda’s lips.
‘What?’
‘Your happy place.’ She gives me a tap before cupping my ass, guiding me in my movements.
‘Yeah,’ I gasp, quickly losing breath now. ‘Feeling pretty happy.’
Sitting back up, I take hold of her thigh, using it for leverage as I thrust against her. Her eyes haze over, and I wonder if she’ll come again.
I look down at the point our bodies meet, my wetness coating her, my pussy red as I drag it over hers. I screw my eyes shut as I clench.
Squeezing me, Tilda makes me look at her again.
‘I love you, Nic. In literally every way there is.’
Her words stun me. I falter on her leg before speeding back up. I put a hand to her cheek, listening to the sound of our flesh meeting.
‘It was always going to end like this, wasn’t it?’
‘Always. Literal definition of soulmates. I just had to meet your hot friends as well.’
I grin, leaning down to taste her lips again. My breaths turn loud through my nose as I start to come, the buildup slow and devastating. I wrench my mouth away as I peak, unable to help my loud groan, revelling in Tilda’s resulting gasp.
I fall over her, my breathing frantic.‘Fuck.’
Tilda hums, gathering me in her arms. ‘I got you.’ She kisses the side of my head in quick succession, palming the back of it as she holds me bruisingly tight.
When I move, she gasps again, the rise of her hips letting me know what her excitement is about.
Looking into her face, I draw two fingers back to her clit.
‘Please,’ she whispers. ‘I’m so close. Just one more.’
With a smile, I give her what she wants, resting one arm above her head for leverage.
I bite my lip as she comes a third time. I could watch her do this a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. How did I survive this long without her? How did either of us?
Afterwards, I cradle her jaw, my fingers still wet with her as I kiss her with all the feeling I can muster. Coming onto our sides, she rests her head on my arm, watching the gulls pinwheeling on the horizon.
‘I am so happy,’ she murmurs. ‘I’d do it all again for this. All of it.’
I turn my head, letting my lips graze her forehead.
Would I? For this moment right here.
I take a deep breath.
Yeah. I would. A truth that’s terrifying and healing all at once.
A truth, I know, that’ll carry us forward from here.
EPILOGUE
Tilda
