“I don’t know what this is,” Astoria murmured. “But it’s not like anything I’ve had before either.”
Miller turned her head to press a kiss to Astoria’s palm. “Good. I’d hate to be the only one who’s completely lost.”
Astoria laughed, low and warm, and then she was kissing her and the wine glasses were forgotten as they moved from the sofa to the bed in a tangle of limbs and soft sounds.
The kiss deepened as Astoria guided her backward, their bodies never breaking contact even as the back of Miller’s knees hit the edge of the bed. She laughed against Astoria’s mouth, breathless, as they tumbled onto the mattress in a mess of limbs and half-done clothes. The silk of Astoria’s blouse was cool against her fingers as she gripped the fabric, pulling her closer. They’d done this enough times now that the urgency had softened into something slower, like savoring a favorite meal instead of devouring it.
Astoria’s hands were already working at the hem of Miller’s sweater, peeling it up and over her head with practiced ease. The air in the room was warm, but goosebumps still prickled across her skin as Astoria’s fingers traced the freckles scattered over her collarbones, then lower, circling her nipples through the lace of her bra. Miller arched into the touch, biting her lip as Astoria’s thumb flicked over the hardening peak.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” Astoria murmured, her voice rough, before capturing her mouth again in a kiss that left Miller dizzy.
She didn’t waste time returning the favor. Her fingers found the buttons of Astoria’s blouse, undoing them one by one, revealing the smooth olive skin beneath. The fabric slid off Astoria’s shoulders, pooling around her wrists before Miller tugged it free completely. Astoria wasn’t wearing a bra, and Miller took full advantage as she palmed her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her dark, stiff nipples. Astoria let out a ship breath, her back arching just slightly, and Miller grinned.
“You like that?”
“You know I do,” Astoria shot back, but her voice was already thickening, her hands busy unbuttoning Miller’s jeans.
The denim was tight, clinging to her thighs, and Astoria took her time dragging the zipper down, her knuckles grazing the damp heat between Miller’s legs. Miller hissed, her hips jerking upward involuntarily. Astoria chuckled, low and dark, before hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling the jeans and panties down in one smooth motion.
The warm air hit her wet pussy, and Miller spread her thighs wider, unashamed. Astoria’s gaze dropped, hungry, before she leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of Miller’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Miller breathed, tangling her fingers in Astoria’s hair. She could feel Astoria’s breath, hot and teasing, just inches from where she needed it most. “Stop teasing.”
Astoria laughed, the vibration making Miller’s skin prickle. “Since when do you like it fast?”
“Since you’re being a fucking sadist.”
That earned another laugh, butfinally,Astoria’s tongue dragged up her slit slowly. Miller’s back bowed off the bed, a broken sound tearing from her throat. Astoria’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, her mouth working in lazy, maddening circles around her clit before dipping lower,her tongue entering inside her with just the right amount of pressure.
Miller’s fingers tightened in her hair, her hips rolling in time with Astoria’s movements. “God, your mouth…”
Astoria pulled back just long enough to smirk up at her, her lips glistening. “You talk too much.”
Before Miller could retort, Astoria’s fingers joined in, two of them sliding inside her with ease. Miller gasped, her nails scraping against Astoria’s scalp as she was fucked slow and deep, Astoria’s tongue never leaving her clit. The coil of pleasure in her gut tightened, her thighs trembling. She was close, so fucking close, but Astoria pulled away, leaving her empty and whimpering.
“Don’t you dare stop?—”
Astoria cut her off by crawling up her body, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Miller could taste herself on Astoria’s lips and feel the wetness smeared across her chin. It was obscene; it washot. She flipped them in one swift motion, pinning Astoria beneath her. “My turn.”
Astoria didn’t fight it, just sprawled back against the pillows, watching her with dark, hooded eyes as Miller kissed her way down her body. She took her time, mapping every dip and curve with her mouth: the sharp angle of Astoria’s hipbones, the softness of her inner thighs, the way her breath hitched when Miller’s teeth grazed her skin. By the time she reached Astoria’s pussy, she was already dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
Miller didn’t make her wait. She buried her face between Astoria’s legs, her tongue flat and firm against her clit, her fingers pressing inside without preamble. Astoria’s hands flew to her hair, her hips bucking up against her mouth. “Fuck… Just like that.”
Miller hummed in response, the vibration making Astoria’s thighs clamp around her head. She worked her fingers in deep, curling them just right, her free hand reaching up to twist Astoria’s nipple. The sound Astoria made was half-moan, half-growl, her body tensing as she came with a broken cry, her pussy pulsing around Miller’s fingers.
Miller didn’t let up, licking her way through it, savoring the way Astoria’s thighs trembled and her breath came in ragged gasps. Only when Astoria’s hands gentled in her hair, pushing her back with a weak, “Okay, okay,” did she pull away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Astoria was a mess—hair wild, lips swollen, skin flushed—and Miller had never seen anything more beautiful.
But then Astoria smirked, crooking a finger at her. “Get up here.”
Miller raised an eyebrow but obeyed, straddling Astoria’s face without hesitation. Astoria’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down, and then her tongue was back where Miller needed it most, hot and flat against her clit.
The sensation was immediate. Astoria’s mouth devoured her, sucking her clit while Miller rocked gently. Hands on the headboard for balance, Miller ground down, the wet heat of Astoria’s tongue driving her wild. Then the vibrator hummed against her ass, not penetrating but just the tip pressing along her cheek, the vibrations traveling straight to her core.
“Fuck, that’s…” Miller couldn’t finish, her pleasure spiking as Astoria worked the toy lower, circling her entrance before sliding in it shallowly, the curve hitting her g-spot directly. Astoria’s tongue never stopped lapping her clit, the dual sensations making Miller’s thighs quake. She rode it harder, the room filling with her loud moans.
The orgasm built fast and intense, crashing over her as she came on Astoria’s face, her pussy clenching around the vibrator.
