“Like this?” She added a third finger. It slipped in easily with the other two, stretching me, adding that friction I needed, exactly what I wanted.
“Yes!” I inched closer to the edge of Nola’s bed so we could both watch me come. She licked her lips like she couldn’t get enough of how I tasted on her. Her hand floated down to her own pants, teasing herself with her own pleasure she was denying.
I’d change that.
I pushed my skirt up to my waist, my fingers finding their way back to my clit. It wasn’t long before the orgasm that tore through my body had me bowing up again. Nola’s lips found my nipples again, tremor after tremor racked through my body. But this wasn’t the end for me, and it was like she knew that.
She waited for my command but I was breathless. She moved from playing with my silver piercings to kiss me, open-mouthed and needy, like she’d gone too long without my lips on hers.
And that’s when my orgasm finally crested.
My body tightened, my other hand coming up to grip Nola close, my bare tits on her clothed chest as my vision spotted as the last bits of air left my body.
“I-I—” I couldn’t speak.
Nola removed her fingers slowly from my pussy, the sudden air sending a shiver throughout my half-clothed body. I caught glimpses of her licking me off of her fingers. I didn’t have muchcontrol of my body, but the image made me start planting kisses on her neck, lazy and loose.
“If you give me a second—”
“Don’t worry about it, honeybee.”
The nickname made me roll my eyes and lift my head. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“You taste sweet.” Nola winked at me, and I considered spreading my legs wide open again for her.
I’d do anything for her.
“Speaking of taste…” My hands moved to her pants, already unbuttoned from her touching herself. Nola placed her hands on top of mine, a gentle, silent command.
“I said don’t worry about it. I promise.”
“I am currently 0-2 on giving you orgasms. Let me even the field,” I batted my lashes and pouted my lips, “Unless you’re a touch me not? Should I have already known that?”
It had been a while since I hooked up with someone who exclusively did not need to be touched during sex. I would say I didn’thatecoming over and over again without putting much work in, but I knew myself. I liked to give as much as I received.
Nola kissed me greedily, her tongue swiped against mine, her strong hands pulling my bare chest closer to hers as if we could physically get closer. We’d been like this before tonight. Two people trying to get as close as possible, teasing the ability to merge.
We came up for air, “Trust me, you'll learn soon I’m anythingbuta touch me not. I just want to focus on giving to you first. I’m all about you, Bee.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, “but I can only go so long. I can get bratty.”
“Oh, trust me, I know.” Nola laughed. I didn’t know where I belonged now. Like all type of sense had been fucked out of me.I also had a drawer full of toys I wanted her to fuck me senseless with.
“I guess I should leave?” I tilted my head.
“And why would you do that?”
“I-I’m not sure, honestly. I don’t know how sleepovers go.”
“Because you only hit it and quit it,” Nola stated the obvious.
“Well, yes.” I nodded.
Nola rose from her spot on the floor and walked over to her dresser. I shouldn’t have been surprised that from my view everything looked nicely folded and even color-coordinated. After finding a shirt of her choosing, she walked back over to me.
“Arms up.”
I listened and felt cotton making its way over my head, falling around my waist. She bent down to slide my skirt off my body.
