Eve moaned and bucked against her with a broken, pleading, “More.”
Aspen dragged her thumb over Eve’s nipple as she let her breath fall in hot, teasing waves over Eve’s ear, delighting in the way Eve writhed beneath her. She pinched the stiff bud and nipped at Eve’s earlobe. “Tell me what you want, beautiful girl.”
When Eve whimpered and turned her head to capture her lips in a hungry, messy kiss instead of answering, Aspen pinched her nipple again, and Eve reacted by breaking the kiss to tip her head back and let loose a moan that was so lush and rich with desperation that she very nearly came at the sound of it.
Aspen released Eve’s breast and arched her back to give herself room as she dragged her hand down the soft plane of her belly. She stared, bewitched by the euphoria that danced across Eve’s face as her fingertips brushed through damp curls to sink into the slickness that waited for her. She moaned at the warmth that coated her fingers her as she teased soft, swollen folds apart, and dipped her head to rasp a ragged, “Fuck, you’re so wet,” against Eve’s lips as she rubbed a firm circle over her clit.
Eve cried out as she bucked against her hand, trying to force her inside. “Please. Oh god, please,” she mewled, too far gone to do anything but beg.
Aspen watched Eve’s face as she slid her middle finger into the hot, clinging velvet that opened beautifully for her, and teased the seam of Eve’s lips with her tongue as she curled her finger as she withdrew.
Eve’s blunt nails dug into Aspen’s shoulders as she all but levitated off the bed in her attempt to chase after her hand with a choked plea for more.
The guttural, utterly pleased moan that rumbled in Eve’s throat when Aspen slipped a second finger inside demolished what little restraint Aspen had managed to maintain, and she pressed her forehead to Eve’s temple as she used her hips to drive her thrusts harder, faster, deeper.
There was no finesse to their fucking. It was wild, hard, and decadently debauched, filling the room with the heady scent of sex and the increasingly incoherent sounds of pleasure as Aspen’s palm smacked wetly between Eve’s legs. Aspen sank lower, using the spread of her knees to force Eve’s thighs open wider, and took full advantage of the extra depth it gave her as she fucked Eve with everything she had. The scrape of Eve’s nails against her skin was electric, and she curled her fingers in Eve’s hair to tug at it as she chased her headlong toward ecstasy.
Aspen gritted her teeth against the heat that built in the pocket of her hips and spread up through her belly and down into her thighs that burned with exertion as she increased the pace and force of her thrusts, determined to see Eve come before she tumbled into oblivion after her. But it was hard, god, it was so fucking hard with Eve writhing beneath her and chanting her name like a prayer, like she, alone, could bring her salvation. She buried her face in the crook of Eve’s neck as she willed herself to hold off, to hold back, to make sure Eve reached that peak first.
She nipped at Eve’s throat and squeezed her eyes shut as the wave building inside her began to crest, and forced herself to focus on the tightness of her face instead of the way Eve tightened around her fingers, drawing her deeper with every thrust. Her forearm burned as she drove into that heavenly heat again and again and again, and she swore her heart stopped beating when Eve let loose a shout of pure abandon and clenched around her fingers so hard that it actually hurt.
It was only then that she surrendered to her own pleasure and came undone with a hitched, breathless moan.
She peppered Eve’s throat with kisses and quiet words of encouragement as she gentled her thrusts to ease Eve through her release. Hers had long since faded by the time Eve finally went lax and still beneath her, and murmured, “My god, you are incredible,” against her lips before claiming them in a slow, deep, absolutely awestruck kiss.
She carefully unsheathed her fingers as their tongues swirled lazily together in the afterglow of their coupling, and pressed herself into the space, smearing the remnants of Eve’s release on her skin as they traded slow, indulgent kisses as they drifted down from their highs. She smiled against Eve’s lips as Eve’s hips began to subtly rock against her once more, and pulled back to nuzzle Eve’s cheek as she whispered, “What do you need, beautiful?”
Eve bit her lip as she blinked her eyes open, and Aspen’s stomach clenched at the hunger that shone in their stormy depths. Eve’s lip plumped as it dragged free of her teeth, and an unexpectedly shy smile lit her face as she reached up to caress Aspen’s cheek. “You,” she whispered, her voice noticeably rough from her earlier cries. “Please, I need you.”
A feeling of unmistakable tenderness swept over Aspen as she was overwhelmed by Eve’s admission, and a quiet moan caught in her throat she dipped her head to kiss Eve softly. She shivered at the feeling of Eve’s nails scraping against her scalp, and her pulse stuttered when Eve bucked against her. It was a heavenly sensation, but she wanted more. She wanted to drown in it.
“Let me taste you,” she pleaded.
Her belly tightened when Eve’s fingers tensed in her hair, and then it relaxed along with Eve’s grip, releasing a fresh wave of arousal that coated her inner thighs when Eve arched beneath her and whimpered, “God, yes.”
Aspen’s eyes fluttered against the unexpectedly profound relief that swelled inside her at Eve’s consent, and she pressed a soft, “Thank you,” to her lips.
That kiss was followed by another, and then one more, long and slow and wet, before she broke away with a whimper to kiss the point of Eve’s chin. Then her throat. The small divot at the base of her neck. Over the plane of her chest and around each breast. She paused here to luxuriate in the softness that filled her hands as she cradled Eve’s breasts, lifting and pushing them together before capturing and teasing each of her nipples to stiff, straining points. She was half-drunk on the sounds Eve made as she pleasured her tits and would have spent longer worshipping their perfection, but an increasingly desperate press against her head urged her onward.
She looked up between the valley of Eve’s breasts as she trailed a string of wet, open-mouthed kisses over her stomach, her own arousal rising at the way stormy blue eyes tracked her progress with an unmistakable growing hunger.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” she whispered as she settled between taut thighs that spread wider for her in invitation. She cradled Eve’s hips in her hands and held her gaze as she brushed a gentle kiss over her clit. Hers twitched needfully at the broken gasp the touch coaxed from Eve’s lips, and she hooked her arms under Eve’s legs as she sank into the cradle of her thighs. The scent of Eve’s arousal was intoxicating, and she rubbed her cheek against the soft skin of Eve’s inner thigh as she nuzzled closer to the source of that sweet ambrosia.
Eve’s hand in her hair tightened as she lifted her hips beseechingly. “Baby, please.”
Aspen held Eve’s hips steady as she dipped her head to comply, unable and unwilling to deny either of them what they so dearly wanted. It was going to be a long, glorious night.
Eve burrowed into the warm cocoon of soft flannel sheets and heavy down that covered her to her neck as the glow of the rising dawn drew her from her slumber the next morning. Her body felt gloriously sated, her limbs heavy, and she smiled as the dull, not at all unpleasant ache between her legs called to mind memories from the night before.
Memories of Aspen’s hands on her hips, pulling her closer. The heat of her kiss, and the warm, velvety glide of her tongue. The feeling of Aspen pressing inside her, filling her so perfectly, like they were two pieces to a puzzle. The way Aspen’s muscles had bunched and coiled as she fucked her into blissful oblivion. The softness of Aspen’s lips against her skin as she worshiped her every curve. The way Aspen’s strong fingers had dug into her thighs, holding her down, pulling her close as that incredible, talented mouth carried her into release again and again and again.
Recalling just how many times Aspen had made her come made her blush. She’d never been so brazen or bold in bed, but giving herself to Aspen had been the most natural thing in the world.
But more than the physical, what stood out most in her mind was the tenderness that laced Aspen’s voice and the gentle way she’d touched her when they lay spent in each other’s arms,talking softly about everything and nothing of significance, too tired to go again but both unwilling to surrender the slice of heaven they’d found and succumb to sleep.
Her reverie was broken by Aspen shifting beside her, and she blinked her eyes open to drink in the sight of Aspen relaxed in sleep with one arm bent over her head and the duvet puddled across her taut stomach.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful.
