“Oh, god, that feels…”
“Tell me if you want more,” Astoria encouraged, her free hand stroking Miller’s thigh. She slipped a finger inside, curling it upward to stroke Miller’s walls, as she continued to lap at her clit. Astoria added a second finger, pumping slowly, her mouth never easing up. Miller clenched around her fingers, and Astoria pumped faster. Miller’s groans deepened into a low, guttural sound, and Astoria could feel Miller’s core tightening even more as she chased the orgasm. Astoria thrust her fingers deeper and pressed her tongue firmer against Miller’s clit, and when Miller’sentire body tensed, her pussy pulsing around Astoria’s fingers, Astoria rode it out and kept licking softly until Miller’s body went limp.
“Mmmm, you’re beautiful,” Astoria said, crawling up to kiss her and let her taste herself on Astoria's lips.
Miller took a moment to catch her breath. “That was amazing. Can I…try that with you?”
Astoria’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that. Lie back on the pillow. I’ll guide you.”
She peeled off her own panties, revealing her freshly shaven pussy, and straddled Miller’s chest, positioning herself so Miller could reach. “Start by touching me with your hands, like I did for you, and feel how wet I am.”
Miller’s fingers reached up and traced her folds, running over them slowly. She parted them, finding Astoria’s slick heat, and Astoria moaned.
“Yeah, just like that. Circle my clit with your thumb, gently at first.”
Miller followed, her thumb rubbing against the swollen nub in slow, tight circles. “Good girl, now, slide a finger inside and feel as I squeeze against you.”
Miller pushed her middle finger into Astoria’s entrance, and Astoria squeezed around it. Miller gasped, and her eyes went wide. She pumped experimentally at first, then faster as she found her rhythm, earning a gasp from Astoria.
“Add a second one,” Astoria panted. “Your ring finger. Then curl them up.”
Miller followed directions, and Astoria could feel when Miller stretched her out with a second finger.
“Curl them up. Right there, just like that.” Astoria’s eyes rolled as Miller found her g-spot and massaged it. “Oh fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”
Miller obeyed, continuing thrusting at the same pace as Astoria’s pleasure built.
“Do you want to taste me?” Astoria asked, looking down at Miller.
Miller pupils widened. “Yes.”
“Good.” Astoria shifted forward so her core hovered near Miller’s mouth. “Lick slow, from bottom to top, and make your tongue flat.”
Miller hesitated only for a second before leaning in, her tongue dragging along Astoria’s slit. The smooth, wet sensation almost made her come completely undone, but Astoria held back, wanting to drag out the moment longer.
“Mmmm, perfect,” Astoria sighed as Miller’s tongue grazed over her clit.
Miller’s mouth latched onto her clit, then, sucking lightly as her fingers kept plunging in and out. Astoria’s moans filled the room as she circled her hips.
“I’m close, keep going, just like that. Don’t stop your fingers.”
Miller kept going, never once easing up or breaking her rhythm, her tongue flicking over her clit lightly then harder.
Astoria grabbed the headboard as her body tensed and waves of pleasure rippled through her body. “Oh my god, yes!”
Astoria rode the aftershocks briefly, then collapsed beside her, pulling Miller into a deep kiss.
“That was perfection,” Astoria said. “If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have known that was your first time with a woman.”
Miller’s cheeks flushed from the praise as she pulled the comforter around them. “That was incredible. I’ve never… I mean…” She looked up at the ceiling for a couple seconds. “Yeah, incredible.”
Astoria smiled despite herself and snuggled closer to Miller, smelling her hair and feeling the sheen of sweat lingering on her neck.
Astoria didn’t know how long they lay there.
The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the ceiling. Miller was tucked against her side, her head on Astoria's shoulder, one hand resting on her stomach. Their legs were tangled together under the sheets, skin against skin, and Astoria couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this...quiet. Not tired, not numb, just quiet in a way that felt like peace.
She traced idle patterns on Miller’s arm without thinking about it. Circles, spirals, nothing in particular. Miller made a soft sound and pressed closer.
