Apparently, she’s feeling the same kind of intensity, because she looks down at me finally and whispers, ‘Oh my God.’
‘Hi,’ I whisper.
‘Hi.’ She kisses and slowly begins to grind against me.
I’m so overwhelmed I almost tip into orgasm right then. God, she could make me come apart in a second.
‘Fuckinghell,’ I whisper, as I kiss along her bare shoulder and up her neck, nipping slightly at the soft juncture between the two.
All that separates us are the remains of my dress and her knickers, which if you know anything about women’s clothing is basically nothing.
I bury my face in her chest as she moves again, suppressing a moan in my throat. Each grind shoots electricity through both of us, and I hear her breathing heavier, and heavier.
Fucking hell.
She tips my chin up to her, and she looks as drunk on this as I feel. ‘I feel it.’
‘The sparks?’
‘Everything. Technicolour.’ Her voice is high with relief.
There is nothing hotter in the world than knowing someone found their meaning on your lips and is now revelling in it. I’m giddy on her, on it, onthis.
‘Do you want—’ I begin.
‘Please.’
‘— me to touch you.’
‘I said please, didn’t I?’ she says with such a bratty edge to it that I almost flip her over right there.
I slide my right hand up the bare skin of her inner thigh, and she moans at the touch.
‘Shh,’ I whisper.
She looks down at me desperately as I grip her hip with my left hand to keep her still. ‘I’m not sure I can be quiet.’
‘If you want me to make you come, you’ll have to be.’
She looks genuinely shocked when I say the wordcome. Perhaps she’s not used to speaking plainly in the bedroom. ‘I promise I’ll try. For you, I’ll try, Dolly,’ she whimpers as I slide my thumb to the front of her underwear, the fabric already soaking wet. She’s hot, and when I stroke her, her body roils with pleasure.
When she finally comes, the noise is a high little bleat, nestled into my hair.
‘I can’t breathe when you do that,’ she gasps, her mouth falling open to reveal the pretty shell-pink of her mouth. She unclasps her bra, and her nipples are the same colour as the inside of her mouth. She’s all peaches and cream and I want to lap her all up.
‘Do you want me to stop?’
‘I never want you to stop.’
‘Good girl.’ I bring her to orgasm with my hands again, drunk on how pliable she is under my touch.
She drunkenly kisses me, eyes heavy, and I have no idea if it’s been minutes or hours since we first kissed. It feels unreal.
‘My turn,’ Carys demands. ‘You might have to show me what to do.’
She steps back to pull off the rest of my clothing, only sidetracked by my, frankly incredible, breasts. Her eyes turn hungry, and soon she’s flat against me, my nipple in her mouth.
‘Fucking hell,’ I gasp, as she grinds herself against my leg. ‘Are you going to take those knickers off, or do you want me to do it for you?’
