A groan tore from my throat. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. Curl it a little… umm… right there.”
The determination on her face nearly undid me because I could see that she wanted to learn every inch of me, wanted to see me unravel for her. When she slipped a second finger in, my thighs trembled around her hand.
“You feel so tight around me,” she breathed, her voice tinged with awe. “Gosh… you’re so responsive, Marley. Every time my fingers push in further, you’re gripping and still letting go at the same time… it’s like your body can’t make a decision.”
“You’re going to make me come before you even get to the good part,” I groaned. “God, Kelechi… fuck… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
Her smile was shy, proud, and wicked at the same time. She slid down my body, kissing lower, until her breath fanned hot against my pussy. I froze, my pulse hammering.
“K…?”
She looked up, mischief flickering in her eyes.
“Let’s just say,” she murmured, “my training was… thorough.”
Before I could form a coherent response, her tongue pressed against my clit, softly at first, then bolder when my hips rose into her face. My hand tangled in her hair, tugging her closer.
“That’s it, lick me and don’t fucking stop.”
Her tongue worked me with a rhythm that made my head fall back against the pillow. She was sloppy, hungry, and eager to please. And fuck if it wasn’t perfect.
I gasped when she slid her fingers back inside me, curling them just right as her mouth sucked on my clit.
“Oh, my God. Baby… K… you’re killing me.”
She moaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. My thighs clenched around her head, but she only pushed deeper, eating me like she’d been starving for this moment.
When the orgasm hit, it crashed through me, hard. I cried out her name, my hips grinding into her mouth as she held me open and took everything I gave.
By the time I caught my breath, she was grinning up at me, her lips and chin wet with my arousal.
“You’re trouble,” I panted, pulling her up to kiss me.
“Not enough,” she whispered, kissing me back fiercely. “I want more.”
Her body pressed against mine, her thigh slipping between my legs. The friction made me gasp, and soon we were grinding together. Our pussies were wet and slick, desperate for more of each other.
Her breath hitched. “We’re really doing this?”
“Yeah,” I rasped, rolling my hips harder against hers. “Right there—don’t—god, I need you like this—Fuck, you’re such a bad girl. ”
The room filled with the sound of our moans, our soaked skin sliding together. I held her close, kissing her messy and deep, every thrust of our hips sparking fire down my spine.
I caught one dark nipple in my mouth, sucking gently as I moved against her. Her moans grew louder, a desperate, climbing sound that stripped the room of everything else until there was only the two of us left.
I looked up at her and thought: Oh. I am in ruins.
I was watching her come undone and realising, with a sickening kind of awe, that I had let her become the air I breathed. I was no longer the protagonist of my own life; I was a witness to her. And… God, I would stay in this wreckage forever if it meant she never had to look away.
I didn’t know how to survive a feeling this large. I didn’t know how to house it inside a body that felt suddenly, terrifyingly small. I only knew that my hands were shaking and that I was finally and hopelessly lost.
And when she cried out, I felt her clench, her whole-body trembling against mine. The sight, the sound, the feel, it pushed me right over the edge again.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, both panting, both laughing breathlessly.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I tipped her chin up, my voice rough. “Sit on my face.”
