“You are so wet,” she says, circling her thumb over the slick fabric of my underwear.
“Have you seen you?” I ask, running my fingers against the grain of her fade.
She pats the bed, and I jump up. Grabbing the edges of my panties, she commands, “Hips up,” and I comply, letting her slide them down my legs, past my ankles, and off my feet.
With a little growl, she runs her fingers through the thatch of hair at the apex of my thighs and leans down for a lick. Going to her knees, she’s at the exact right height.
“Do you wanna come up on the bed?” I ask, panting. She shakes her head, and I feel it on my thighs. “My balance is still off, so this is a good space for me.”
I laugh and blindly toss down a pillow. She adjusts, and I suck in a breath as her thumbs part my lips.Holy shit, I curse under my breath. She leans in, her tongue teasing the most intimate part of me. The sensation is delicate, almost not enough, but she keeps going.
I assumed she would be aggressive, which I am down for, but she’s careful as she explores me with her mouth. Not just attacking the clit, but ignoring it in favor of licking and sucking at all the other parts of me. When she plunges her tongue inside me, I swear I see stars. I throw my head back, panting and moaning her name.
“Mac, Mac, Mac…”
She grins against me, and that’s almost as good as anything else. Spreading my wetness around with her fingers, she enters me, one finger, then two. Only then does she dip her head to lightly lick and suck my clit, thrusting her fingers in time with her mouth.
“So close,” I pant.
“Yesss.”
She continues pumping her fingers into my body, keeping her suction steady. Placing her free hand on my mound, pushing down while pushing up from the inside with her fingertips, the pressure, along with what she’s doing to my clit…I have no chance of recovering from it.
I tend toward short, intense orgasms, but that’s not what’s happening here. It’s a slow rolling wave that tenses my thighs and lower belly, peaking my nipples, and then…I’m gone. I clench down as slowly built pleasure crests and radiates from my core.
She doesn’t stop, slow down, or speed up. She maintains an insistent pressure and pulsing. Even after I’ve come, she keeps going. I tip my hips, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and she chases me. I could tell her to stop. I know I can. But I don’t want to. Instead, I let her overwhelm me, and seconds later…
There’s that sharp, short burst of orgasm.
I bark out and push her face away from me, unable to form a coherent sentence. She’s a little unstable as she gets up, but she leans over and kisses me, sharing my taste and scent. After a few seconds, I finally regain the use of my limbs and push her onto the bed.
“My turn.”
Chapter9
Mac
I joinKinley on the bed, and she pushes me back against the pillows with a wicked smile.
“Wait, is this what it feels like to be a pillow princess?” I ask, grinning back at her.
“That’s you, Mac. A big old pillow princess.”
Kinley hovers over me and then sinks her beautiful, perfect body against mine. We make out, rubbing against each other, hands and fingers exploring. I love how soft she feels against me, how sweet her lips are, and how dirty her hips roll. Slowly, she leaves my lips, kissing a trail down my neck, sliding down to my nipple, gently licking it before aggressively nursing the pebbled bud. She then switches to the other nipple, again slow teasing licks followed by intense suction. I’m so wet I can almost feel it dripping out of me, and when she lowers between my legs, it’s already almost too much and nowhere near enough.
She kisses my belly, tongues my hipbones, and before she can move farther south, I grip her shoulder. Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I need a second. I’ve done this plenty of times, but…everything about this is different. Intense.
I can’t tell if it’s my scrambled brain or if this is all her, but having her all the way down there feels disconnected somehow. Her brows raise, worry coloring her eyes. God, this is…I’m fucking this up.
“Mac? Is something wrong?”
“I…”
I swallow hard, realizing I’m right on the edge of tears. What the fuck is going on? She quickly slides up alongside me, and relief swells in my chest. I grip her tight as my jaw trembles and tears spill and roll down my temples.
I shoot her a quick glance, and while questions spring up in her eyes, she takes a deep, slow breath. I follow suit, and she nods, placing her hand in the middle of my chest, breathing with me.
She gently lies back, and I instinctively roll toward her, burying my face in her neck as I cling to her side. Her arms encircle me, and I leak a few more tears onto her bare skin. We breathe together as she runs her fingers through my hair and down my back.
