Mara didn’t have anything to say to that. She didn’t have anything to say at all as she licked Kirby’s clit, as she filled Kirby with as many rough fingers as she could take.
It’s us.
It’s us.
Kirby tasted incredible, bright and citrusy. She was shaking. And being way too fucking loud. And was so amazingly wet against Mara’s mouth.
“Mara. Yes. Oh God,Mara.”
Kirby lifted her hips toward Mara’s lips, her tongue, her fingers. And then that tension in Kirby snapped.
It’s us.
Kirby felt raw and torn open. She was pretty sure she’d shouted Mara’s name when she’d come.
So that was cool. And not something people in the neighboring rooms would notice at all.
Mara was still in her fucking podium outfit.
Which Kirby was going to take care of as soon as she could feel her toes.
Even though Mara was mostly dressed, she was not composed. Her eyes were wild, her movements jerky, her hair a complete mess. Her face was wet from Kirby.
And that was very motivating. Kirby sat up and grabbed a fistful of Mara’s hair.
Mara’s eyes snapped shut immediately, and wasn’t that amazing? How easily Mara surrendered.
Kirby leaned forward and licked her taste from Mara’s chin and lips.
“Start taking this shit off,” she said, tugging on Mara’s shirt.
Then she bounded from the bed and grabbed her bag. She unwrapped her favorite toy and rushed back to Mara. Mara had barely gotten her shirt off.
Kirby dragged Mara’s pants down, bringing her underwear with it, but her feet got tangled. They had to struggle and use teamwork to get her naked.
Mara laughed once she was free, and the lightness in that laugh made Kirby’s heart stop.
She was so fucking into Mara. Kirby felt so much. A simple laugh, a joyful laugh, made her want to give Mara everything.
“God, I like you,” Kirby said. She pinned Mara’s legs open roughly and kissed that sweet spot between them.
“Are you talking to me or my…”
Kirby grinned. Mara was too prudish to say the words, to finish the joke, and that was incredibly endearing. “Princess, I was talking to you, but I like your cunt too.”
“Don’t call me?—”
“You love it.” Kirby used her tongue to fuck into Mara for several long seconds. Mara shuddered. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m close.”
“Already?” Kirby teased. She liked playing with Mara. She liked skiing with her. And fighting with her. And trash talking with her.
“Shut up. Fuck.”
Some of the heaviness in the room had lifted. The weight of what they’d been through, the hurt and bullshit, didn’t feel so insurmountable. And their achievement, the gold medal, wasn’t important right then either.
Just them. Just their hearts racing. And their laughter. And them.
