Sydney was a goner, and all she could do was lie back against the bed and let Reese do with her what she wanted.
When Reese hooked her fingers into Sydney’s waistband and started pulling, she lifted her ass off the bed to make the process as smooth as possible, the air cold on her newly naked skin.
“You look so good,” Reese said at the same time Sydney felt palms that sparked electricity through her, this time anchoring against Sydney’s waist. “I’ve missed you. Tasting you. Kissing you. Making you come.”
And then Sydney forgot how to breathe as Reese leaned forward to place light open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh. She felt the touch through her whole body and wondered how much more she could take.
But it seemed like Reese was only getting started.
She hooked Sydney’s leg, lifting it gracefully over her shoulder, allowing Sydney’s hips to shift wider. And it was that feeling, of being so open and ready, that ratcheted up her desire. Her center was dripping, and she knew that Reese could see how much she wanted it.
How much she needed it. Needed Reese.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Reese said, her own voice hoarse. She ran a finger along Sydney’s slit. It wasn’t nearly enough pressure, but Sydney jumped at the touch anyway.
“Baby,” Sydney whined, her hips jutting upward, looking for any friction.
“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this. Who gets to make you feel like this.” The words came out against Sydney’s thigh; Reese said them while peppering little bites against her skin.
She was going to explode. That’s the only way this could go. Reese had never been possessive before, and Sydney loved it. She loved it so fucking much, and she knew that her wetness must have made it down to where Reese was kissing by now, coating her lips and tongue.
“You taste so good,” Reese said, confirming Sydney’s suspicion, her lips trailing closer and closer to where Sydney desperately needed them to be.
All she could do was ball her fists against the mattress, trying to hang on for dear life.
She let out something between a moan and a cry when Reese finally closed her lips around Sydney’s clit. Reese sucked the aching nub between her lips, flicking it gently with her tongue.
Sydney arched off the bed, and her hands moved reflexively up to wrap her fingers in Reese’s hair, holding on for dear life.
“Baby,” she chanted as Reese found her rhythm, licking and sucking and threatening to explode Sydney’s body into a million pieces with her tongue. The pressure mounted. She ground her hips to match the tempo Reese’s tongue worked at, her breath harsh and wanton.
She couldn’t describe the sound that she made when Reese slid two fingers inside, entering with ease. She was soaked, and she barely managed to say, “More,” before Reese was sliding in a third.
Reese pumped methodically, her tongue never relenting against Sydney’s clit.
And all Sydney could do was take it, her fingers digging into Reese’s scalp, her hips jerking unevenly as Reese began to fuck her harder.
Her thighs ached, shaking with each thrust, each roll of Reese’s tongue against her.
“I love you, Sydney.”
And with that, the wave building inside of Sydney crested. She came, knowing that she was soaking Reese in her desire.
But Reese wasn’t done, and she lapped at everything Sydneygave her. She kept pumping. Kept sucking. She continued working Sydney, pulling every ounce of need out of her, thoroughly fucking her to the point that Sydney saw stars behind her eyes. Desire began to mingle with pain, her clit swollen and sensitive.
“Come here,” Sydney growled, unable to stand the idea of not touching Reese, too. She slid her leg off of Reese. Her hands could just reach Reese’s shoulders, and she pulled her upward.
Reese relented, her chest rising and falling heavily as she followed the guidance of Sydney’s hands until they were both on the bed, their legs dangling off the edge.
Sydney could see the wetness coating Reese’s lips, and she pulled her into a hungry kiss, tasting herself on Reese’s mouth.
“I need you,” Sydney said, her hands already unbuttoning Reese’s pants. A sense of urgency propelled her forward, and nothing was going to stop her from getting lost in her girlfriend, in making her feel the same exhaustion and release that she’d just given Sydney.
Reese already looked as debauched as Sydney probably did, and she hadn’t even come yet. Her hair was mussed, her eyes lidded, her lips pouty and still wet.
It made Sydney ache all over again, but she had more important things to think about.
Namely, making Reese scream her name until her voice was hoarse with it.
