Page 76 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“How happy we are to be back in one another's lives."
My heart pounds in my chest, my blood rushing through my veins.
Slick pools between my legs, my perfume filling the space around us. Ally moans, eyes fluttering closed, a burst of her own perfume releasing, mingling with mine.
“Lulu,” she whimpers, eyes fluttering open to look up at me with big brown eyes, filled with need, all for me.
There’s something powerful about having this confident woman watching me like she’s at my mercy.
One of my hands slides behind her head, fingers tangling in her curly strands. I fist her hair, holding her in place as I kiss her deeply.
She lets out a low, needy moan that goes right to my clit. Reaching out to grip my hips, she pulls me towards her, taking me with her as she falls backwards onto the bed.
Every move of our lips is pure hunger; every place she touches me ignites a fire in my body.
We become a tangle of limbs, greedy kisses, and wanting moans.
“Fuck me,” Ally pleads. “I need you so fucking bad, Lulu.”
A flood of nerves hits me. I’ve had my fair share of sex, but I’ve never done anything with a woman before. What if I’m no good?
Ally grips my ass, rocking her pussy against my thigh like we did earlier today. She’s wet, her slick soaking through her panties, leaving a mess on my bare skin. It’s so fucking hot.
“Please,” she whines against my lips. “Lulu.”
My eyes flick between hers, vulnerability and desperation shining back.
Fuck it. I might not know what I’m doing, but I’ll learn as I go. I’ll just do what I like having done to me.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her with more confidence than I feel.
She grabs her shirt, pulling it off over her head, and lies back on the bed, her curly brown hair fanning out around her.
I can’t help but stare down at her in awe, with her not wearing anything but her panties. Her hands come up to cup her breasts, and she bites her lip as she rolls her nipples between her finger and thumb.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I breathe out, rubbing my thighs together, need filling my core.
Leaning down, I kiss her softly, leaving us both breathless before slowly trailing my lips down her jaw, her neck, then between her breasts, savoring every taste of her salty skin.
I want every second of this to be burned into my mind so I can relive it over and over again any time I close my eyes.
Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck, swirling my tongue around the hard peak.
“Oh,” she gasps, arching up into my touch. I grin around her flesh, loving that I’m making her feel good before moving on.
By the time I’m kissing my way down her stomach, I’m a nervous wreck, and she’s a panting mess.
Ally lifts her knees and lets her legs fall open, showing off the mess of fabric. She’s soaked.
“Look at you,” I breathe with lidded eyes.
“Do you see what you do to me?” she whines. “I’m crazy about you, Lulu.”
My heart swells, and I swallow back the emotions in my throat. “I’m crazy about you, too, Ally.”
Shimmying back, I lower myself until my face is between her legs. Her scent hits me hard, my body flushing with arousal. “I’m so damn addicted to your scent,” I moan as I run the tip of my nose up the ruined fabric and inhale like I’m taking a hit of my favorite drug. My eyes roll back, nipples tightening, and clit throbbing. “I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
“Please,” she pants heavily. “Please. Please. Please,” she moans, lifting her hips.
