by Sandy Lowe
“Fuck subtle. When you kiss me like that I want your mouth everywhere all at once.”
She dropped Leah’s bra onto the floor and all the air left the room. “Oh my God.”
Now it was Leah’s turn to laugh. “Yeah? They’re pretty nice.”
“They’re…” Unable to come up with an appropriate description, Ashley lowered her mouth to Leah’s breasts, kissing and licking and rubbing her face between them.
Leah cupped a hand at the nape of her neck and murmured, “That feels good.”
Ashley looked up. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Sorry, I just kind of went with it.”
“No. You’re perfect. Though if you don’t play with my nipples soon I’m going to start begging.”
“I could get behind some begging. Pleading would be good too. I’d even settle for some enthusiastic imploring.” She grinned.
“Jesus. Ten minutes ago I couldn’t get you to say two words and now you won’t shut up.” Leah tugged on her hair.
Oh no, she wasn’t going to be sidetracked that easily, not with begging on the table. She waited.
Leah rolled her eyes. “Please suck my nipples? Please, please, please?”
It lacked the urgency she suspected begging should have, but she couldn’t hold out any longer.
She kissed the tip of Leah’s nipple, then slowly swirled her tongue around it, relishing the texture that grew firmer under her lips. She wrapped her lips around the peak, taking a moment to appreciate the feel of Leah inside her mouth.
Leah shifted under her. “Please. I need you to suck them.”
She swirled her tongue again. This sounded a lot more like begging.
“I’m wet.”
Those two short words had her resolve floating away like fairy dust, and she sucked Leah’s nipple into her mouth. God, she tasted amazing.
Leah cried out, hips jerking into Ashley’s stomach as Ashley tugged with her teeth.
“Is that good?”
“Don’t stop.” Leah’s voice was breathy, her hips slowly grinding. “When you suck them I can feel it in my clit.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, don’t stop.”
Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You know, you’re pretty bossy. A really sexy kind of bossy.”
“You love it.”
Ashley relaxed, and she settled in a place deep inside she hadn’t known existed before now. “Yeah, I really do.” And I really love you.
She kissed and licked and sucked the other nipple, playing with it until she could feel the evidence of Leah’s desire against her skin, the friction of sopping wet silk, urgent now.
“That feels too good. Time to stop.”
Ashley ignored her. She was never stopping.
“I’m only good for one. If you want to touch me…”
Ashley stopped so fast she could almost hear herself screeching to a halt. “I want to touch you.”
“Oh, thank God.” Leah grinned but her eyes were dark and her breathing choppy. She wanted to come. Ashley wanted to make her.
Leah lifted her ass and wriggled out of the triangle of underwear. “Lie between my legs. You’re about to get the lesson I wish I’d had with my first girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. Happiness paraded in her chest. She was Leah’s girlfriend. She wanted to jump up and down and dance like an idiot. Wait. Did Leah mean to suggest that they were girlfriends, or had she just assumed that part?
That question would have to wait as Leah spread her legs. Settling between Leah’s thighs, propped up on her elbows, Ashley got her first good look at the most beautiful sight in the world.
She’d been right that Leah’s grooming was exacting. A neat patch of dark hair led down to full pink lips with delicate darker pink folds peeking out. She was wet and shiny with excitement. She was so perfect, neat and symmetrical. It was probably silly to think of a pussy as pretty, but Leah was really, really pretty. Ashley immediately wanted to lick her. She wanted to push her tongue inside and taste those folds. She wanted to open her up until she found her clit so she could kiss it.
Leah tapped her on the nose. “Paying attention?”
“Huh?”
Leah laughed. “I thought so. You’d better be listening, there’s going to be an exam.”
“I’m going to get an A.”
“I bet you will.”
Leah ran her fingers lightly through the soft hair. “This is the pubis. It’s not as sensitive as the rest of my pussy so you don’t need to be gentle. It’s torture when you spend a lot of time here. I really want your fingers lower.”
“Torture. Got it,” Ashley murmured, mesmerized by the glide of Leah’s slim fingers between the dark curls.
Leah stroked down to her pussy lips, sliding fingers up and down both sides. “This is the labia majora. When I’m really turned on it flushes pink just like this and swells a little bit. I really like it when you touch me here. It makes me really wet.”
Ashley nodded, so close to Leah’s pussy she was surprised her nose wasn’t wet. Leah’s fingers stroking rhythmically up and down was a complicated jumble of fascinating, frustrating, and so damn sexy it was almost as if Leah were touching her instead.
“I want…” She stopped, caught between the wall of her shyness and the weight of her need.
“Tell me what you want. I’m right here.”
“I want to touch you like that. Can I try what you’re doing?” Okay, so she hadn’t said any really sexy words. But it was two full sentences. She’d said what she wanted.
Leah made a small sound halfway between a sigh and a moan. “Yes.”
She stroked with the tips of her fingers tentatively down the lips of Leah’s pussy. She was so smooth, slick with juices that seeped out from between tantalizing wet folds. Leah moaned, and emboldened, Ashley pressed more firmly, longer faster strokes with wet fingers that glided easily. When Leah’s head fell back against the pillows and her hips tilted into Ashley’s palm, she went with instinct and licked her, using the flat of her tongue in generous swipes all over the labia whatever-it-was.
Leah tasted like nothing she’d ever known before. Clean and sweet. The feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her was so intoxicating, Ashley forgot about being inexperienced and needing lessons. Leah was wet and hot under her mouth. She was making sexy little sounds that said she liked it. Her fingers were in Ashley’s hair, pulling her tight, guiding her. She sucked one of Leah’s pussy lips into her mouth and slipped her tongue into those sinfully sexy folds.
“Oh fuck.” Leah’s body went bowstring taut. “No. Jesus. Fuck.” The hands that had sunk into her hair to hold her close now pushed her away. “Not yet. I’ll come.”
Ashley groaned. “I want you to come.”
Leah was panting. “I want my clit in your mouth when I do.”
A wet flood slicked Ashley’s pussy, and she had to press her thighs together. In pure frustration she said, “I want to suck your clit and make you explode in my mouth. Why are you making me wait?”
Leah’s eyes went huge and for a second there was total silence. Then, very quietly, “Say that again.”
Ashley flushed. God. So much for not being able to talk about it. But she didn’t get it. Leah wanted to come, she wanted to make her come, why were they waiting? Hell, why were they talking? She was going to have to convince her to speed things up, and fast.
She took a deep breath. “I want to slide my tongue into your pussy, because you taste so good it makes me dizzy. I want to kiss your clit and lick it until you’re so close to coming you can’t breathe, then I want to roll my tongue over it again and again until you come so hard you can’t move afterward. Can we work that into the lesson, Professor?”
Leah swallowed hard, her eyes so dilated they were bottomless. Then she cracked a smile. “I thought you were shy.”
“So did I. Apparently that goes away when you stand between me and what I want.”
“Guess I’m not the only one who’s bossy.” Leah slid t
rembling fingers down either side of her pussy and opened herself up for Ashley to see. In a voice that wasn’t quite steady she said, “These smaller lips are the labia minora. They’re really sensitive as you just discovered. It feels really good when you play with them or lick them, sometimes when you tug on them, but you have to be gentle—a little goes a long way.”
Ashley nodded, then nudged Leah’s fingers aside and stroked her. She was so wet it was trickling out of her and Ashley scooped some fluid to spread over those impossibly soft and sexy folds. Gently as she could, she explored the peaks and valleys of Leah’s pussy. God. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
Daring Leah’s wrath for jumping ahead of the lesson plan, she circled her opening, felt the muscles expand and contract at her touch. The sound that came out of Leah’s mouth was almost a wail, like so much pleasure bordered on painful. Her head fell back again, her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaved in a way that did wonderful things for her breasts.
Whatever happened next was up to her. Leah was in no state to be giving her directions anymore. She dipped the tip of a finger into Leah’s opening, sliding in to the first knuckle. Wet heat enclosed her. A flutter of tiny muscles welcomed her. Leah gasped and thrust her pelvis forward. The message was clear. More. But there was so much to explore and not enough time. She pulled back.
“Why? It feels so good.” Leah twisted her head to the side to glare down at Ashley.
“Shh. You said you wanted to come in my mouth, didn’t you?”
That shut her up.
She licked her way back up Leah’s pussy. When she got to the top, Leah’s clit was peeking out from behind its hood, a tight bundle of nerves she couldn’t wait to explore. She kissed it.
Leah moaned and thrust so hard into Ashley’s mouth her ass lifted off the bed. “Please. Oh, please.”
“Maybe you should tell me what you want,” Ashley teased, then licked a slow circle around Leah’s clit. Knowing Leah liked this, that she could make her feel good, was powerfully intoxicating.
“Make me come,” Leah said. “I need to come so fucking bad.”
Unable to deny her anything, Ashley took her clit in her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.
Leah’s reaction was instant. “Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop doing that.”
She rolled her tongue over Leah’s clit just as she promised she would. Once. Twice. Teasing. She felt Leah’s body tense, tighter and tighter until Ashley was sure she’d shatter. She sucked, just hard enough to push her over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” Leah cried just before her clit pulsed and she shuddered, the tension breaking as her body convulsed.
Ashley’s heart skipped a beat. Leah was so unbelievably stunning. Once would never, ever be enough. She could make her come every day for the rest of her life and it would still never be enough. She’d always love Leah, and always need this passion sparking between them. Ashley stayed with her as her pleasure crested and ebbed, gently toying with her clit until Leah pushed her away.
“Stop. God, stop. You’re going to kill me.”
“Mmm. That wouldn’t be good. I want to do that again. Every ten minutes or so for the next hundred years.”
Leah made a pitiful sound. “Have mercy. You just fried every circuit I have.”
Leah tugged weakly on Ashley’s wrist, and Ashley moved up to lie beside her. She rested her head on Leah’s chest and listened to her heart pound, then slow into a comforting rhythm. She ran her fingers along the curve of Leah’s ribcage, the slight concave of her stomach, tracing those sexy yoga muscles one by one. “Did I pass the exam, Professor?”
“You’re a total natural.” Leah pulled her up to kiss her.
“Whew.” Ashley grinned. She’d done it. She’d made Leah come, and it was fun.
Leah yawned hugely, and Ashley punched her lightly in the shoulder. “Did I wear you out, one-hit wonder?”
“Careful now, don’t go insulting my libido.” Leah yawned again. “Orgasms make me sleepy.”
Ashley laughed. “I can see that.”
She logged the info for future use. Leah was going to be sleeping very well for many nights to come. She snuggled Leah into the curve of her body and wrapped her arms around her. She buried her face in the long dark curls and rubbed her nose against the silky skin at the back of her neck. “Does this make us girlfriends?”
Leah mumbled something that sounded a lot like, Of course, you idiot, before her breathing grew regular and her body went limp.
Ashley just held her. She wasn’t ready yet to give this perfect happiness up to sleep. Her wildest dreams had just come true, and tomorrow would bring with it pancakes and holding hands and walking to class. She had endless opportunities to show Leah how loved she was. She hadn’t said the words out loud yet, but she would. For now, she was content to hold her close and watch as the setting sun cast them in shadow. Warm, cared for, and protecting each other, they’d have a lifetime for love.
About the Author
Sandy has a master's degree in publishing from the University of Sydney, Australia. In her capacity as senior editor, she reviews submissions and proposals, edits and develops content for publication, and oversees publication production.
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