"Yes." I laughed and tensed my core on purpose.
"Can I ask you something?" Her gaze focused on my naked parts, as if taking in the sights at a national park.
"Always."
"Why do lesbian movies end so terribly? I mean, one I liked, but everyone else seems to die of cancer, or they end up breaking up."
"So many tropes in these stories. In film and television, there was a kill the gays trend for years because it was as if LGBTQ people didn't deserve or couldn't find happy endings. A lot of the old movies followed that. More recent stuff is better, but they're not always easy to find," I explained, then leaned forward while gripping her hands. I moved them to my breasts and she tensed under me as if afraid to explore me now that she could feel my flesh.
"That's horrible. Why would they even let movies like that happen?"
"Sometimes those stories were true, I'm sure." I stroked her arms, and she rolled my nipples between her fingers. The unexpected gesture had me tossing my head back at the same time that my stomach fluttered, stoking the burn between my thighs that'd gone unquenched for days now.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, retreating some.
"No." I smiled at her and urged her hands back up. "Keep doing that."
"Okay." She chuckled and I leaned down to capture her in a kiss.
The fire turned up in our connection and she palmed my breasts with ease now. Our kiss intensified, and she slid one hand to my neck, holding me in it with vigor as I explored her mouth. My core ached, clit throbbed, and when she pinched my nipple again, I moaned against her lips. At my hip, she pressed her knees together again, and I ran my hand up and down her leg, hoping to relax her. I lost myself in our sudden passion that surged with desire and hunger, rather than fear and exploration. My fingers snuck under her shirt, pressing against her firm abdomen to make my way upward, only to find her sans bra. I felt her smile against my lips, and her nervous laugh parted us briefly.
I wanted nothing more than to indulge in her, to have all of her just for myself. When she relaxed her legs, I shifted to straddle her thigh after kicking off my shoes, and her hand fell to my hip at the same time that she lifted her knee to meet my core. That time, my sharp inhale ended our kiss. I held myself above her and she tucked my hair behind my ears.
"Show me," she whispered. "Show me how. For you."
I nodded, my hands shaking as I reached down to unfasten my jeans. Her fingers moved with mine, and she was the one who tugged down my zipper. I leaned forward, catching her in a kiss as I guided her hand down the front of my pants, urging her to turn her palm over. Her mouth devoured mine, until the moment her fingers met my saturated pussy. She tensed briefly, and I placed my fingers on top of hers, guiding in slow circles around my clit.
"That okay?" she asked, her voice trembling as much as my body.
"Y-yes." I gnawed on my cheek, holding on to the sounds that I worried would scare her. "No nails," I added when I remembered her perfectly manicured digits.
"Okay." She adjusted her position slightly, and I nearly moaned from the way her soft fingers manipulated my folds.
When she found her own flow, I let go of her and braced myself against the sofa to hold myself up. My hips moved against her thigh, trapping her hand between us in the process. Her fingers never stopped moving in slow, firm revolutions, stroking my clit in the most perfect way. I pressed my lips to hers, her free hand gripping my hair in a fist.
Arousal burned deep in my core as she urged my ache toward what I wanted most. She wasn't shy about it, and the fear she held earlier seemed to fade when she thrust her tongue between my lips. For a fleeting second, I imagined her mouth on my nether-region and that did it. She pushed me over the edge, and I moaned into her mouth as I lost myself against her hand. Warmth rushed my pussy, and I thrust my hips through the climax that tore me to shreds. The delicious, hot release made it to my fingers and toes, flooding me with the pleasure I'd yearned for.
Mira's body trembled under me as we panted against each other's mouths. Eventually, she flattened her palm against me when I calmed down, as if she knew exactly what I needed. With my breath leaving me in harsh puffs, I dropped my lips to her shoulder and curled up against her as a wave of emotion struck me like a chord, reverberating long enough to fill the hollowed parts of me. Mira rubbed me in a few slow circles, before withdrawing her hand to wrap me in a hug. Her lips met my cheek and my control over the situation diminished.
I held on to her, returning her embrace as I attempted to regulate my breathing. When she rubbed my back, brushing her lips from my cheek to my neck, I covered my head as I allowed myself to settle on top of her, a faint sniffle leaving me.
At that point, I lost the mastery over my feelings for Mira. I didn't just like her or have a crush on her. It was way more than that. And the way she responded to me, held me and kissed me, told me that on some level, she understood.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," she whispered against my ear after some time.
I nodded, and we turned together on the sofa so we could face each other. I couldn't bare letting go of her, and she kept one arm around me while she stroked my face. "Sometimes I get emotional during sex…when it's good."
Her smile, as sweet and warm as the rest of her soothed me some. "Was it?"
"Yes. Everything with you is always good, Mira." I blinked away the remaining wetness from my eyes, then stroked her hair as if to soothe both of us. "Always."
"I feel the same about you." She kissed me again, the two of us melting into the cushions.
In a heartbeat, our make out session returned to full-force, and my hand wandered down her side and over her hip. I urged my way up her sweater again, and her firm buds met my fingertips.
"No bra," I whispered against her smiling lips. "I see your intentions, pretty girl."
"Shh." She bit her lip, and I laughed softly. Her belly flip-flopped against mine as I nudged my way back into the driver's seat of our connection.
I wagged my brows at her before claiming her mouth at the same time that I sent the back of my knuckles up and down over her nipples. Her entire body twitched and again, she held her knees tightly together. I kept up the attention on her breasts, palming and massaging them in a way that made her quake each time. Eventually, I let my fingernail draw a trail down the center of her abdomen, tracing a circle around her navel. Her legs quaked as if I'd sent the gesture around her clit instead of just her stomach. Goosebumps coated her flesh and she ended the kiss when her breathing kicked up. I grabbed the waist of her pants, and wrapped the fabric around my index finger while holding her gaze.
To my surprise, she nodded, and I urged them from her hips. Mira shook so much that I worried I'd hurt her. By the time her pants hit the floor, she was a trembling mess under me. In her pretty pink satin panties and fluffy socks, all I ached to do was kiss her everywhere. Her confident gaze faltered and she placed her hand on the center of my chest.
"I have you," I told her, brushing my lips over hers. "You're okay."
"What if I can't? What if I don't?" And there it was, her anxiety looming to the surface.
"Then we try something else, honey. We don't have to do anything that makes you scared or uncomfortable. Now or ever." I placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
"I want to…" She sucked in her breath, both of her hands gathered between us now as her body curled up and she squeezed her thighs yet again.
"I know you do. Know how?"
She shook her head, gnawing the inside of her mouth.
"Your panties are soaked." I smiled when I said it and she laughed softly, her cheeks burning bright red.
"Oh my God," she said as she covered her face.
"Can I tell you one thing?" I plucked her fingers away so that she would look at me. "You getting off or not getting off is not a measure of how you feel about me, or us about each other. Whoever told you that can fuck right the fuck off."
Before she even said anything, I felt the tension in her stomac
h release and I knew I'd hit the nail on the head. She let her hands fall away and she held my gaze now, as if hanging on my every word.
"You deserve to be taken care of. For someone to take their time with you. For as long as it takes, for as many times as it takes." I traced her lips with the tip of my finger and her legs twitched as if I'd done so in other places. I dragged my finger down her body again, at the same time that I urged my knee between hers when she made to tense her thighs together again. "Squeezing down your arousal won't make it go away. You're allowed to enjoy this."
"Billie." Her mouth dropped open as she tilted her head back. "It's so much. It feels like too much."
"It's supposed to. It's supposed to feel like you can't stand another second of it; that you need something so bad it makes your mouth water."
"I do. It does." She nearly whimpered when I caressed her lower belly.
"What's our safe word? If it feels like too much and you want me to stop. Other than the word stop. What can you say?" I asked her, worried that she would have a difficult time voicing her feelings. All the while, I kept up the slow circles on her stomach about an inch from her mons.
"Um…Einstein," she said, gulping after. "Terrible mental image."
"Yes." I chuckled, nodding my agreement. "I agree. If it's too much, and you want me to stop, say that and I will. No questions asked."
"Okay." She nuzzled my cheek with hers.
Her breath puffed in my ear, urging me onward as I let my finger trace lower, over the curve of her pelvis, then to the damp part of her panties above her clit. Her firm, engorged nub met me with enthusiasm, and she attempted to close her thighs again, except my knee prevented her from getting too far. The way she tried to shut herself down over and over only told me how restrained she'd been taught to be. I circled her clit a few times more, then slowly urged her panties from her hips.
Her expression contorted, and she clawed at my sides while holding on to me. Sweat beaded her brow, her body writhed, and the muscles in her neck tightened when she tilted her head back. My God, she's so beautiful. I wanted to make her feel good, to show her how it could be for her. Every inch of me burned with desire and something deeper, more in line with my feelings.
She wriggled out of her panties with my help, and the image of her bare core nearly caused me to lose myself again. Glistening, firm, and eager, all I wanted to do was devour her, but I reminded myself to take it slow.
Mira's body heaved with her breaths, and I repeated the gesture around her clit, except now using her own slipperiness against her exposed parts. A sound caught in her throat and her hands flew to her hair for the briefest moment. I took the opportunity to press my lips to her neck, licking and kissing all the way down to her clavicle.
I traced her folds, noting her delicate curves, and petite features. A quiver raced up my center, at the same time that her belly twitched. As before, I returned my focus to her clit, avoiding direct contact at first, and spending time stimulating her around it. Nectar seeped from her, and when her heels dug into the sofa, she affirmed my intentions.
I worked her for minutes, maybe twenty or more, I couldn't tell, but it urged her arousal in pulsing waves against me. I rubbed her in slow, even circles as her firm bundle of nerves responded to my every touch. Her nipples hardened and I leaned down, licking and kissing each of them. A strangled cry left her, and her hands fell to my hair, pressing me to her chest. Against my calves, her toes curled and I shifted my attention on her clit from circles to rapid side to side movements.
"B-Billie." Her nails grazed my scalp, her back arched, and she let out a strangled cry that echoed off the walls.
I picked up the pace as her feet writhed in the cushions again, lifting her pussy to meet my hand. She grabbed the back of the sofa, sucked in her breath, and her entire body erupted with such force that a gush of nectar left her, dampening her thighs and my hand. I worked her through it, holding her at the peak of pleasure for as long as possible.
She finally let out her breath and dropped back onto the sofa. Tiny sounds escaped her lips as she shivered, her hands and legs shaking as she gazed up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. Shock tangled her features, but the aftermath of pleasure hooded her eyelids in time. An endless smile played on my lips as I leaned in to kiss her softly. She stroked my face as if I were made of delicate glass before I gathered her in my arms. The way she curled against me, hugging my arms close, then covered her face with her hands, told me she wasn't a beat behind me in the emotions department.
"I have you, too," I whispered against her ear and she nodded, her legs curled up against mine.
Chapter Eleven
At some point during the night, we made off to Mira's bedroom. The next morning, I woke up beside her, achy but content. She still wore her floppy sweater and fluffy socks, but nothing in between. Me, on the other hand, wore only panties with my shirt unbuttoned. I turned on my side, draping my arm over her middle before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She didn't wake up, but she shifted closer to me, dropping her head against my arm.
Part of me didn't expect last night to happen. For Mira to be so open about things, despite her fear. Relief tangled with worry as it often did lately. I didn't want this to end, I didn't want to stop myself from loving Mira anymore. Because I did, and I knew I was in love with her for a while now. Admitting it, on the other hand, seemed impossible.
Mira's phone buzzed on the nightstand which made her stir. She opened her eyes to peek up at me, but ignored her phone. "Hi."
"Hi, pretty." I brushed my lips over hers and she smiled.
"What time is it?" she croaked, stretching slightly.
"Around eight."
"Do you have to go?" she asked, her lips turning into an immediate frown.
"I do not. Do you?"
"Nope." And her smile returned when I hugged her. She kissed my neck, sighing softly against me. "I haven't slept that well in awhile."
"Right back at you," I said, brushing her tangled hair from her face. "You're beautiful in the morning."
"So are you." Her hand stroked my naked torso, and her feet moved against mine as I caught her in the kiss.
When we ended our connection, I gazed down at her to see that her hand grazed her lower stomach, and she rolled onto her back. A worried expression wrinkled her brow when she looked at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning up on my elbow.
"My stomach…feels strange." She chewed the inside of her mouth again and she tensed her thighs together like she had last night.
"Strange how?" I rubbed her belly in slow circles, urging my hand lower, testing the waters of her response.
"Burny." Again, she squeezed her thighs and a small sound escaped her. "Billie."
"Are you morning-horny?" I smiled at her as I tickled the top of her mons. "Quit squeezing your poor little clit to death."
She laughed and her cheeks burned bright red. "I'm not."
"You are." I rubbed her thighs obnoxiously and it made her relax them. "When you get aroused, you do that. Don't strangle the clit. The clit deserves love."
"Billie!" She squeaked out my name and I rolled on top of her, blowing raspberries against her neck. She cracked up, squirming all about as I wiggled my way to lie between her legs. The minute my naked stomach met her damp, hot core, she tightened her legs against me.
"See! Now you're trying to squish me to death with your soccer thighs." I laughed as I held myself above her.
"Why do I feel like this?" She squirmed, though her hands stroked the place between my breasts.
"Horny? Because we woke up your sex last night. It wants more." I leaned down and bit her knuckle playfully. "Can I have you some more?"
"Yes." She wiggled her finger and laughed. "I like how you play…"
"I like playing with you." I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, then offered her a slow, sensual lick all the way to the tip of her finger. Her pussy fluttered against me and I watched as a glazed expression nearly liquif
ied her pretty face. "Oh, I see. Like that?"
She nodded, lacing her fingers behind my neck while I propped myself above her. I rolled my hips against her in a dude-like movement, but it didn't seem to tickle her fancy as much as everything else. I reminded myself that she might've been used to this position. Instead, she toyed with my hair, and a content smile lingered on her lips. I imagined this is what sex was like for her before, she enjoyed the closeness, but not the act itself.
"I have an idea," I said, turning my face to kiss her forearm.
"What's that?"
"You'll see." I kissed her softly, before lowering myself down her body.
I let my lips touch her everywhere, breasts, nipples, navel, while I pushed up her shirt, until I made my way down to her mons. When I kissed her there, her entire body twitched. She held my gaze, her eyes ablaze with excitement and desire, with a tangle of fear when I released her hands. She expected me to move off her, but when I lay down between her legs instead, her eyes widened with surprise. Her perfect pink pussy, still glistening or glistening again, made my core flutter with delight. In the bright morning light, I took in every inch of her. Her thighs trembled around me and I met her gaze again.
"Has anyone ever…" I asked when I saw the shocked expression on her face, and the way she gripped the bedding under her hips.
"N-no."
I leaned down and placed a single kiss on top of her clit. "Can I?"
"My God." She tore at the sheets and nodded. "Why do I feel like this?"
"Because, baby. It's how sex feels. How lust and desire feel." I placed my hand on her stomach, the heel of my palm just above her clit. "You're not broken, Mira. You never were."
"Shit." She grabbed her hair as her stomach lifted with her heavy breathing. "Yes. Yes, I want you to."
The first lick I landed on her slit made her cry out. Her toes curled against my thighs, and this time, I used my tongue to trace her folds. Her sweet nectar and delicate labia had me moaning against her. I caressed her stomach and thighs in rotation while I allowed myself to dance over her pussy. Her hips rolled against me, in less reserve than last night, and she moaned softly into her hands when she covered her face. To draw her out, I flicked my tongue over her folds, urging my way to her clit. Her legs quaked and she nearly shouted. I could hardly hold on to myself, and rolled my hips against the blanket bunched under me. I wanted her to come before me, and I wanted to prolong her pleasure as long as possible. She deserved it and I ached to help her make up for everything she missed out on.
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