CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Bee
ThankGodwe had the townhouse alone tonight.
We barely had time to close the front door before I was scrambling off of Nola’s back and pressing her against the entryway wall. I was hungry for her again. Starved, if I was being honest. If showing her the most raw bits of me hadn’t scared her away, well, then neither would these last possessive parts I had kept confined.
I pulled and bit at her lips. My hands roamed wild, caressing every inch of her skin, every muscle I had pushed against in a game. Her hands drifted down to my ass, each hand grabbing a cheek like her palms had always lived there. She squeezed greedily, then scooped me up, my weight settling into her arms as she pushed off the wall and headed in the direction of our stairs.
My nails scratched against her scalp, down her neck and back up. I arched my back, making her job of focusing harder as she reached the final landing.
“Your room or mine?”
“Yours,” I commanded.
I heard a door hit the wall and then I was falling onto the bed while Nola stood above me, looking down like I was the final meal of the night.
I brushed my hands over my peeked nipples and down my center, keeping eye contact. My hands fluttered down to the front of my white skirt and my body instinctually reached up to grind my pussy against my hand.
“What do you say?” Nola’s darkened, her eyes tracking every place my hands stopped. I was wearing too much. I wanted to be bare for her. I wanted to lay it all out there. But she wanted me to beg and I could. Only for her.
But I wanted to hear her say it first.
“You tell me.” Her eyes narrowed before she saw my smirk. My best imitation of her. Real recognizing real.
Before she could make me even more impatient I hiked up my skirt and slipped my fingers underneath, the friction of my bare fingers on my pussy making me whine.
“Bee…”
“Yes, baby.” I exhaled.
“Can I please fuck you?”
Nola dropped to her knees, pulling me to the edge of her bed. The comforter smelled like her, the bed that would soon have traces of me left to drive her crazy.
From her angle, she should see my fingers inching closer and closer to my entrance. My slickness making the journey inside of myself easier and easier.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Show me.”
And then Nola knocked my hand away and dove straight for my pussy.
She peppered kisses along both of my thighs. Alternating as she got farther from my knee and closer to my panties, her longeyelashes tickled my skin. She didn’t immediately devour me the way I wanted, instead taking lazy licks up the cotton of my thong, licking the little fabric that hadn’t been shifted to the side by my hands.
At the first feeling of her tongue, my back bowed off the bed. The shock and immediate heat made my eyes roll back. Making both of my hands shoot up to touch my tits. Nola applied pressure with her mouth immediately, her lips sucked my clit before her tongue flicked up and down in rapid succession. I ripped my halter top off my body. Making my body slide and squirm until Nola’s hands wrapped from underneath to hold onto the tops of my thighs to keep me still.
I watched her eyes peak up at me as I felt her smile against my cunt. Her tongue rolled slowly now, disrupting the fast pace I was reaching my climax at. I couldn’t help but whine in frustration.
Two of Nola’s fingers slid into my entrance with ease. Her tongue caressed my clit like I was a melting popsicle. She alternated between using the tip and flat of her tongue to tease me. But what drove me crazy was the way she sucked while she pumped her fingers into me. As if she couldn’t have any drop of me go to waste as her arms kept my thighs pinned to her bed.
“Y-yes…” I moaned, my hands keeping her head right where it was. My orgasm was building again, the pressure against my spine a tickle as I chased the pleasure Nola’s fingers and tongue left. I was getting close but I needed more, I needed it harder.
“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well for me. Do you want to come, Bee?” Her tongue and fingers made my toes clench, her head popping up so she could watch my body react as she increased her rhythm. The sounds coming from both of us and were absolutely deviant.
I barely had the energy to mouth a breathyyes, my head popped up and I was staring down at my beautiful girlfriend, getting me closer and closer.
“What do you need, baby? I hope you don’t want me to stop. You’re so wet for me and,fuck,you taste so sweet.”
“More, Nola,please.” I didn’t know if I meant more of her words or something else. She overwhelmed my senses, sending every part of me into overdrive so I couldn’t think clearly.
