“Nola this is too nice, I absolutely cannot accept this.”
“And why the hell not? Consider it your birthdayandwill you be my girlfriend gift.”
“They do that?”
“People do grand gestures.” I nodded. “And you deserve one too.”
Tears slipped easily from her face but her gaze kept pinging between me and the gold jewelry.
She stepped into me and tucked her face into my neck. It was quickly becoming my favorite way to hold her.
“Can you please put it on so we can take a picture?”
Bee pulled back so fast I thought she’d fall out of my grasp. “You want to take a picture?! Willingly?!”
“I like it when you show me off. Even if it’s only us that knows.”
Bee slipped the grill easily onto her bottom teeth, “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Bee took her phone out and snapped a picture of our faces close together pulling on our bottom lip to show off our new ice.
“Damn, we look good.” I looked at the two of us.
“I think you like me, Nola Young.” Bee kissed my cheek.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” I winked.
“Sorry, but I think that’s my job tonight.”
“There is absolutely no way you’re having all the fun, tonight.” I protested. There were things I wanted to do to Bee, and now that our dry spell was about to end my imagination kept running wild.
I gripped Bee’s ass to pull her closer to me, the sudden force making her giggle as I lifted her onto the kitchen island. We didn’t have much time before our teammates and the Lees came over to pregame before going out to celebrate our win.
We were working on borrowed time.
Bee’s legs wrapped around my waist and she slid her hands up my shirt and back down. I knew there were some mascs who preferred to keep their sports bras on, but I was not one of them.Even without piercings to enhance the experience, I folded the second they were played with.
Bee leaned back on the island. “Take your shirt off,” she commanded and my body followed. That was one thing about our dynamic I’d never get over: how easily I listened to her words and followed her orders. I trusted Bee to see the sides of me that very few others got to see, the parts that begged to be told what to do and relinquish control.
I tore off my button down and watched Bee appraise me from my abs to my face. Her fingernails skimmed slowly up my body, her face carefully watching mine for reactions. She slowly pulled the band of my sports bra up, a small smile on her face as she watched for my permission. I barely finished nodding before her thumb reached up to graze my nipple, her touch making me inhale sharply.
“I love that little noise you make,” Bee smiled before meeting me for a deep kiss. Her left hand stayed on the back of my neck while her right caressed and palmed my tit. I wanted to complain when cold air shocked my head but then her second hand found its place on my chest.
With our bodies pressed together, I felt every roll of Bee’s body. The mini skirt she wore tonight meant I didn’t have to move much out of the way, so it was easy to ghost the pad of my thumb against her entrance. In return, Bee nipped my lip.
“You’re not allowed to touch me until I make you come. Do you understand?”
I took my sports bra off to show I understood.
Bee’s mouth found my collarbone instantly, operating between the little bites that I knew she loved and softer kisses and licks that made my knees wobble. My girlfriend listened and watched, her lust filled eyes showing how much my pleasure meant to her. She wasn’t just jumping to quick and hard like she liked. She wanted to make it known this was all for me.
Picking up where I preferred more, she dragged her kisses down to my nipples again, this time letting her tongue draw lazy circles on one tit while her hand palmed the other. This time I was the one gripping onto her while I pressed into her, giving Bee the perfect angle to slip her hand down palm my crotch.
“Can I touch you here too, baby?” she whispered in my ear.
I nodded. Her mouth moved to tease my other nipple while her hands slid to undo my pants. Her hands danced across my boxer briefs, her fingers making contact with my clit.
“Can I touch you here, Nola?” “Yes.” I exhaled out. Her hands dipped lower again before I had more air in me. “Not there,” I instructed.
Bee’s hand slid back up to my clit, her eyes coming up to stare at me. Her first touch underneath my briefs was rough with pressure before she lightened her touch to do gentle circles.
