She groans. “Please…”
Kim simply smiles and leans in to kiss her, long and lingering. Then a kiss to each breast, a swirl of her tongue around each nipple.
Danika closes her eyes, but it doesn’t make a difference. Kim is there, behind her eyelids. Her tanned skin, lighter where the sun doesn’t touch, her plait, her breasts, hanging pendulous, so exquisite. Her breath is hot and damp on Danika’s nipples, and the rustle of bedclothes as she shifts position sounds loud, as loud as her breath.
Kim’s fingers caress Danika’s other nipple, gently pinching it, and it’s as if lightning shafts down from Kim’s fingers to Danika’s clit. It’s intense. It’s wonderful.
It’s not enough.
She’s one big energy pulse, building to what she knows will be a supernova.
Kim moves down the bed, her mouth dragging a lingering trail over Danika’s belly. Her fingers strum lightly, and her thigh moves over Danika’s.
She twitches restlessly, but Kim seems in no hurry. She touches Danika’s hip again, smoothing a palm over the bone, over her stomach, feathering through those untrimmed curls. Then lower.
Danika parts her thighs, tilts her hips in invitation. Will Kim fuck her with fingers, with a toy? Hertongue? She sucks a sharp breath.
And as she does so, Kim’s fingers start playing with her in earnest. Her fingers slip through Danika’s wetness, dipping one inside, swirling the moisture, coating Danika’s lips with it.
Danika has never been this wet, this ready. She knows that deep down. Oh, she’s been ready in the past, begged for it,wanted it, but she’s never wanted it this much, as if she will curl up and cry, or curl up and die, if she doesn’t come soon.
A fingertip. That’s all that’s inside her. She clenches on nothing, then relaxes, encouraging Kim without words to push inside her.
And then Kim does, in one smooth glide that’s soft yet purposeful.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
Danika can only nod.
Kim starts to thrust, to fuck her and with each push, her thumb nudges Danika’s clit.
“More,” she gasps. “Fill me. Please.”
Kim adjusts her position, and now there’s two fingers nudging at Danika’s entrance. Two fingers pushing inside, curling up, seeking, pushing, thrusting, the heel of Kim’s hand bumping, pressuring Danika’s clit with every thrust.
And it’s incredible. Magical, and she’s going to come so hard any second.
“Come for me,” Kim whispers, her voice husky.
And Danika does. Her orgasm spreads in a wide spiral that starts in her pussy, her clit. It encompasses her belly, her nipples tingle, her skin burns, and she throws her head back hard against the pillow and shrieks her pleasure to the room.
And it’s not over. Even when she’s stopped shouting, Kim still moves inside her, although in a gentler, smoother rhythm.
Danika’s pussy twitches, then clenches again around Kim’s fingers. Slowly Kim withdraws, then thrusts in again in one hard stroke. Another withdrawal, and this time, Kim concentrates on Danika’s clit, stroking the side exactly as she likes—how does she know?—until Danika shudders her way through a second orgasm, sharper than the first, a series of jagged peaks that hits deeper, fiercer.
“Enough,” she says, when it seems Kim will continue. “Please, no more.”
“No more now?” Kim asks, her voice a complacent purr. “Or no more ever?”
“Give me five minutes.”
Kim laughs and moves up the bed to settle herself next to Danika. “The countdown has started.”
“You’re incredible.” Danika’s body drifts down from its peak of pleasure. She turns to Kim and kisses her, and her palms smooth their way to Kim’s breast, finding her nipple hard, a puckered nugget. “What do you want?”
“You think I’ve finished with you?” Kim hums. “That’s only two minutes.”
“Maybe. But I’m no pillow princess.”
