Allie’s breath caught in her throat. Tarryn was magnificent; her body laid out for her to appreciate, her eyes dark and hooded, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. The white boyshorts banded her flat stomach and narrow hips. Allie’s fingers itched to explore around and underneath.
And she could, she realised. Tarryn’s pose invited that.
She straddled Tarryn’s hips and touched her breasts again before smoothing a path down over her stomach to the band of her underwear. Slipping a finger underneath, she kept her gaze fixed on Tarryn’s face, watching how her pupils widened, darkening her eyes even more.
Her fingers drifted to the sides of the undies. “I think it’s time for these to go.”
Tarryn lifted her hips, and Allie hooked her fingers into the top of the boyshorts and dragged them down to where she straddled Tarryn’s thighs. She swallowed hard, feasting her eyes on the dark, springy curls between her thighs, at odds with the grey hair on her head. Tentatively, she placed her palm over that place.
Tarryn shifted restlessly. “You have me trapped.”
Allie flicked her a wicked smile. Her pulse thundered. “I’m taking my time.” It was as much for her as for Tarryn. It was all so new, so different. Not strange, but natural.Why haven’t I done this before?She had no answer, but the main thing was she was doing it now. She pressed down on Tarryn’s thighs, her clit throbbing against her damp undies.
Again, she dragged a finger along the top of Tarryn’s mound, then down to the apex of her thighs,
Tarryn gasped and tried to part her thighs, blocked by the vice of Allie’s legs.
“Harsh and unnecessary cruelty,” Tarryn said. She brought her hands forward and caressed Allie’s nipples.
That feels so good. So unbelievably good.The pressure in her mind eased, and suddenly it was all so easy. Allie moved off Tarryn’s thighs, freeing her. Her fingers dropped lower and into the cleft of Tarryn’s parted thighs. “You’re so wet.” Was that her voice, so smoky and dark, so husky with arousal? She eased the tip of one finger between Tarryn’s folds and stroked.
“More,” Tarryn said.
Allie swallowed. Was there a rule for this, for how many fingers and what she was supposed to do with them? She took a deep breath and expelled it, forcing herself to relax. She knew what she liked when she masturbated, what she liked with a partner. She would follow Tarryn’s cues. She added a second finger and pushed inside. How good it felt to be inside Tarryn, inside her narrow, wet channel. Allie moved gently, loving how Tarryn clenched on her fingers. She withdrew and circled Tarryn’s clit, softly, until the push of those hips urged her on and her strokes became surer, defter.
When Tarryn’s back arched and her eyes closed, her mouth making a soundless O, wetness coated Allie’s fingers, echoed by the moisture between her own legs. A ripple of pride beat in her chest.I’ve made Tarryn come.
She withdrew her fingers and shifted so she could lie next to her. “Okay?”
“Hell, yeah.” Tarryn drew her closer so she could kiss her, her tongue softly stroking Allie’s lips. “More than okay.” She rested her hand on Allie’s waist, content, it seemed, to continue kissing her.
Allie shifted restlessly, the drumbeat of arousal still beating in her blood. Should she bring herself off? She didn’t want to pressure Tarryn. She lifted her hips and dragged one side of her undies down so she could slip her hand between her legs.
“Impatient.” Tarryn’s voice held a lilt of amusement. “Do you really think I’d leave you unsatisfied? What do you want? What do you like best?”
What indeed? The answer was known but unknown. The same but different.
“You’ve shown yourself pretty able so far,” she said. “Surprise me.”
“These are in the way.” Tarryn’s fingers tugged at Allie’s undies, the remaining barrier between them.
She lifted her hips again so Tarryn could remove them.
“Kneel on the bed,” Tarryn said. “I want to see you.”
She did so, parting her knees enough that Tarryn could see between her thighs.
Tarryn rose to kiss her again, and one hand drifted down across her breasts, down her belly, to delve between her legs.
At the first touch of her fingers, Allie gasped, the final twinge of nerves evaporated. When Tarryn stroked, her body shuddered into lightness. How did Tarryn know how to touch her? How did she know the pressure, the moves, the angle? There was no need for directions, no “softer, please” or “don’t pinch.” There was just Tarryn and her talented fingers bringing her ever closer to the edge.
She gripped Tarryn’s shoulders, and her eyes trembled shut. Just when she thought she’d reached the point of no return, Tarryn stopped.
“Lie down,” she instructed.
Allie did so, and Tarryn swung over onto her stomach, pushing Allie’s thighs apart in the same movement. Then her mouth was between Allie’s thighs, tongue curling between Allie’s folds, circling her clit, as one finger pushed inside.
She clenched her fists on the quilt as quivers ran through her body, centred between her legs. Her stomach muscles tightened, and her inner muscles clenched. And then Tarryn covered her with her mouth and sucked, and Allie exploded into a million pieces. She realised the voice crying out in pleasure was her own.
