Brynn held still for a beat before she pushed in deeper. They both sighed audibly. Brynn inside of her, with Hallie backed up against the door, was something from a fantasy.
It all hit a fever pitch when Brynn looked up at her through lidded lashes. So perfect, staring at Hallie with a mix of wonder and want. Hallie’s legs were growing weaker by the second under Brynn’s exploratory touches. The newness of it all—for both of them, with the feelings blooming wildly in her chest—made it that much better.
All that Hallie could do was breathe and hang on for the ride.
Brynn pulled her finger out slowly, and Hallie felt its absence immediately. “Brynn—” she moved to argue, unable to stave off her building need.
The heat threatened to engulf her when Brynn lifted the finger to her mouth and gently sucked on it. Pulling it between wet, pink lips, Brynn licked at her finger gently with her tongue, reveling in Hallie’s taste. Which sent another appreciative roll of heat through Hallie, who wondered what she’d be reduced to when this was finally over.
Right now, it was a toss-up between exploding into molecules from all the pressure or being reduced to nothing but ash from the fire licking through her.
It was the deep, appreciative moan that Brynn let out that really did Hallie in as she panted, “Are you trying to kill me? Because this is how you kill me.” Honestly, she was surprised she could find the words.
“I cannot believe how good this feels. How good you taste.” From her vantage point, Hallie could see that Brynn was squeezing her own thighs together as she rubbed Hallie’s wetness over her lips.
“There’s more where that came from,” Hallie managed to respond, her hips canting instinctively, looking for anywhere to find friction.
Brynn moved forward without preamble. Her hands came up to rest against the outsides of Hallie’s thighs, pulling her apart. God, she was already embarrassingly open. So ready for whatever Brynn wanted to do to her.
And then, she felt Brynn’s warm exhale against her clit. Her whole body tensed. She existed in that liminal space, her abs clenched until finally, her breath came out in a rushed exhale when Brynn wrapped her lips around Hallie’s clit, and everything stopped. She could feel her own heartbeat, thumping in her center and in her chest. Good luck to her limbs, which she was pretty sure weren’t attached to her body anymore.
When Brynn sucked and then dragged her tongue around the already sensitive bud, Hallie moaned. Loudly. “Yes. That.”
She could have survived for a solid thirty seconds, and given what Brynn was doing to her, she would have been proud of herself. But then Brynn eased two fingers back inside as she continued to lick and suck on Hallie’s clit at varying intervals, quickly developing a rhythm that Hallie’s entire existence oriented itself around.
Her stomach had already bottomed out so hard that it was practically on the floor as the pressure continued to build and build. It was out of her control, like she was a marionette and Brynn was her master.
All that Hallie could think was that Brynn should string her up and spread her out because she was ready. Thigh-shakingly, clit-achingly ready for whatever Brynn wanted to do to her.
Which was, apparently, to make sounds. The most heady, stomach-clenching sounds, as Brynn continued to lick her with purpose.
Hallie used one of the hands that she’d had nestled in Brynn’s hair to push back against the door, as her hips started to rock with the motion of Brynn’s mouth. Fuck, it was incredible how Brynn’s lips were devouring her. Not to mention the breathy, wanton sounds Brynn was making as she fucked Hallie with her mouth.
She could barely think as Brynn continued to push into her with her fingers, filling her before drawing almost completely out, then thrust back in again, stretching Hallie’s walls deliciously wide.
She knew that her wetness must be coating Brynn’s fingers and lips, but it didn’t slow her down. If anything, Brynn was just starting to hit her stride when she hummed an, “Mm-hmm,” against Hallie’s clit that made sparks shoot outward, threading through her body.
There was no way that she could stave off her orgasm much longer. She couldn’t?—
“Brynn,” she cried out as Brynn continued to unrelentingly circle her tongue around Hallie’s clit, hitting just the right spot with her fingers.
“I just want to be good for you.” Brynn paused so that she could say the words, looking up at Hallie. Her hair was mussed and her lips were wet and it was the most beautiful sight that Hallie had ever seen.
She had never been so worshipped. Had never felt so desired. But the loss of Brynn’s lips against her skin didn’t do anything to temper the out-of-control feeling that had overtaken her body.
The hand that was still around Brynn’s head pulled her closer, her hips begging for Brynn to come back to her. To finally?—
“Fuck,” she screamed into the dim room as Brynn wrapped her lips around Hallie again, sucking and licking as she thrusther fingers into her as deeply as her body would allow, curving upward and hitting the spot that made her knees buckle.
“I’ve thought about you coming in my mouth,” she murmured around her clit.
And with those words, Hallie exploded. Waves of pleasure started to crash through her body, every molecule vibrating against one another. She was only heat, building and building. She coated Brynn’s hand in even more wetness as her orgasm crashed through her.
Brynn was there for her, like she always was, working Hallie through her orgasm. It was fucking perfect.
Their first time with Brynn touching her could have been a fumbling, awkward mess, and Hallie wouldn’t have cared. At the root of it all was how Hallie felt about her; no matter what she was doing, it was always better when Brynn was with her.
As the shocks of her orgasm finally started to fade, the feeling that had wrapped itself around her heart and started to squeeze came to the forefront. It was so strong that with the little energy she had left, she was able to pull at Brynn’s wrist. Brynn removed herself from Hallie, who exhaled at the sensation of emptiness. And then, with no other thought except the need to be encompassed by Brynn, she dropped to the floor, her limbs folding in on one another.
