Sloane answered by slipping her hand between Catherine’s legs and feeling her hot wet desire there. She smiled to herself.
“So wet for me, Beautiful,” Sloane murmured into Catherine’s ear as her fingers teased, sliding back and forth against Catherine’s wet pussy.
Little noises escaped Catherine’s lips and Sloane knew she was letting go so much easier now. Her body was relaxed and her hips were moving of their own accord to seek out more of Sloane’s touch.
“Please…” Catherine whispered.
“Not yet, Beautiful, you will come so much harder for me, if you have patience,” Sloane continued her slow torturous strokes of Catherine’s pussy.
Sloane moved down Catherine’s body, continuing with the teasing of her fingers as her mouth tasted the light sheen of sweat on Catherine’s breasts, across her abdomen, to the crease of her groin.
Sloane ran her tongue over Catherine’s skin feeling it react under her touch.
“Oh, Sloane… oh god..” Catherine’s voice was breaking.
Sloane positioned herself on her knees between Catherine’s legs and ran her fingers teasingly up and down her wet folds once again as she watched Catherine’s body respond.
Her body was shaking and shivering with each touch. She was so beautiful splayed out on the bed in front of Sloane.
Sloane smiled. She could play this game forever, but maybe it was cruel to hold off on Catherine for any longer.
And the truth was she couldn’t wait to taste Catherine’s soaking wet pussy.
“OK, Beautiful, I’m going to lick every bit of wetness from your beautiful pussy now until you come hard in my mouth.”
Catherine squirmed before her.
“Please..” she gasped.
Sloane dipped her head between Catherine’s legs.
The first stroke of her tongue was long and deliberate, a clean pass to learn her shape and taste; the second narrowed the focus; the third sealed her mouth and drew gently. Catherine’s breath broke on it. Sloane set a pace, small and exact, and held it. She slid two fingers inside when Catherine was already open for her, slow enough that the body could take her, deep enough that Catherine’s hips rose off the bed without instruction. Sloane paused for a heartbeat to let her adjust, then curled up and in.
“Don’t—” Catherine began, losing the end of the thought on a sound when Sloane adjusted the angle by a fraction.
“Change nothing,” Sloane said softly, but she meant herself as much as Catherine; she kept the metronome true, tongue and curl, tongue and curl, listening to the feedback in Catherine’s breathing, in the tremor running down Catherine’s thighs, in the helpless, cracked yes that slipped out and hung between them like a prayer. When Catherine reached to push for faster, Sloane’s free hand slid to her lower belly and anchored her back to the pace, back to the edge.
The crest came clean. Catherine’s thighs clamped and then offered, her body clutching around Sloane’s fingers as the wave broke and the hot wet liquid gush of pleasure flooded into the palm of Sloane’s hand; Sloane didn’t ease off, not at the first tremor, not at the second, keeping pressure until Catherine’s voice thinned and the sound that followed was almost a laugh because it was too much and exactly right at once. Only then did Sloane become gentler with her mouth—smaller circles, a softer pull, smoothing the aftershocks down to a hum.
“Look at me,” Sloane said, lifting her head. Catherine’s eyes opened, darkest of blue, wet, present. Sloane held that gaze as she slid her fingers out and licked some of Catherine’s orgasm from the palm of her own hand. Catherine blushed and looked away.
“That…. that doesn’t normally happen to me…” Catherine’s voice was uncomfortable.
“It does now,” Sloane said with a smile as she licked some more from her hand. “And it is the most beautiful, sexy thing I can imagine. You are so beautiful, Catherine. You taste so good.”
Catherine pulled her in with both hands until Sloane was lying on top of her and when they kissed Sloane knew Catherine was tasting her own sex on Sloane’s tongue. Sloane pressed her tongue into Catherine’s mouth.
“Inside again,” Catherine said, the words barely formed against Sloane’s lips, and Sloane obliged, hand sliding between them, three fingers sinking into heat that welcomed her without resistance, her thumb finding its place against Catherine’s clitoris.
Sloane began to fuck Catherine once again with her fingers, bringing her back up with every thrust until Catherine was moaning and crying out beneath her.
Sloane held her as she fucked her, she knew Catherine was close.
“Come for me, Beautiful,” Sloane whispered in her ear. “Let go for me, Good Girl.”
And at that very point Catherine exploded into climax once again flooding Sloane’s hand with her pleasure. Sloane felt the tremors of her orgasm pulsing around her fingers and Catherine’s whole body tightening and then relaxing and shuddering beneath her.
After, the sheets were tangled, the room dim with only the streetlight through the window painting shadows along the wall.Catherine’s chest rose and fell beneath Sloane’s arm. Their legs were still entwined.
