“My bed is going to smell like you. Like whatever expensive perfume you wear all the time. Do you know how unfair that is?” Kirby said quietly.
Mara’s mouth opened, but she didn’t make a sound.
“Let me take care of you.”
Mara shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut.
“I’ll get you there.”
“I know.”
“Then what’s the problem, princess?”
“Don’t call me th—” Mara jerked as Kirby ran fingers through the wetness between Mara’s legs. “Ah… please.”
“Please, what?” Kirby swirled her tongue over Mara’s clit and pressed her fingers inside. Mara’s body quietly went wild. It was an intense thing. She didn’t cry out. She barely moved. But the tension in her body ratcheted up like a bow that had been strung way too tight. “What, Mara?”
“It’s been a long time. So hurry up.”
A thrill raced down Kirby’s spine, and she pressed her hips to the bed. She could go again. She could do this all fucking day. They were endurance athletes after all. The trouble they could get up to in this bed.
“It’s only been two days,” Kirby said.
“That doesn’t count.”
“Like hell it doesn’t.”
Mara made a growly, exasperated noise and tried to grab Kirby’s head, but Kirby laughed and dodged her.
Still, it was time to put Mara out of her misery. Kirby dipped her mouth back to Mara’s cunt and flicked her tongue over Mara’s clit for several long minutes.
“You taste good.”
“Ugh, shut up.”
“No.” Kirby licked right through the center of Mara’s pussy. Mara had finally stopped chasing her orgasm. She was letting Kirby’s machinations sweep over her. Giving Kirby the reins. “When was the last time someone did this for you? Took care of you like this?”
Mara rocked with the thrust of Kirby’s fingers. “Harder. Please, harder.”
It wasn’t an answer to her question but did tell Kirby so much she wanted to know. She fucked Mara harder, sucked her clit harder for ten, twenty, thirty seconds, before pulling off.
Mara thumped her fist against the bed.
“When, princess? Tell me.”
“God, I don’t know. A week ago. They were better than you. Made me come so fast. Felt better than what you’re…Oh, fuck.”
Kirby laughed at the way Mara was trying to bait her. It was a lie. Mara had just said so. But Kirby liked games.
She curled her fingers inside Mara’s cunt, and it was like she’d found a ripcord and pulled it. Mara’s body pulsed hard once, twice.
On the third pulse, Kirby licked Mara’s clit again, and Mara detonated against her mouth, in her hands. Waves of pleasure rolled through her. She was silent through it all, but her body did the speaking. And Kirby loved what it had to say.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
“So arewe going to do this whole”—Kirby flicked her hand around to indicate the bedroom after about five minutes of silence—“bullshit dance again?”
