Chapter 25 #2
She undid the top button first, moving slowly, her fingertips dragging against my skin as she did, the barely-there touch of her fingernails adding an electric edge as she went down one button, and then the next, and then…
all the way down to the last, where she pulled it open.
The look in her eyes when she saw me in my underwear—almost pained with want, longing for me. I bit my lip, pushing my chest out.
“It’s all yours,” I whispered, and she let out a short moan.
“My god,” she whispered, and she bent down and kissed just below my navel.
I whispered a breathy yes as I slipped my hand into her hair, feeling her, moving with her as she peppered kisses all over me, and she the shirt off my arms, sending it over the edge of the bed.
Reached around to the clasp of my bra, and she didn’t even have to ask this time—I whispered yes please before she said a word, and I blushed with self-conscious nerves as she took my bra off, but she looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world, and I was so addicted to the sensation that I took my panties off myself, hooking my thumbs under them.
“Can I…”
“God. Yes please.”
I felt a wild rush as I stripped the last of the fabric off my body, and she kissed me while her hands kept exploring every part of me, whispering soft noises telling me I was beautiful, I was perfect, until part of me almost started to believe it.
Her hands on my breasts, fingers on my nipples, down my waist, touching my thighs—it was so different from the last time she touched me, all beautiful soft reverence and adoration, and I’d never felt so much like I was in the right place, like there was nothing that could possibly be better than this.
“Jade,” I whispered, and she looked up from kissing the top of my breast, her eyes finding mine. I bit my lip. “I want to, um… see… you.”
She hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“I’m really, really sure.”
“I haven’t shaved or anything.”
“I’m not afraid of hair,” I laughed.
“It’s been a long time. I have a full fur coat.”
“Well, I want to see your fur coat.”
“If you’re sure. But I can put something back on if you want.
I won’t be offended,” she laughed, and she stood up, nervously fussing with her shirt as she pulled it off, looked somewhere just past me.
As much as she looked sexy in a sports bra and leggings, showing off the floral tattoos she had on one bicep, she was still wearing way too much clothing, and I sat up with her, pulling her leggings down.
She pushed out a shaky breath when I did, looking down at me, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so sexy in my life—Jade quivering with want, looking at me like she couldn’t believe this was happening either as I took her clothes off.
I ran my hands down her legs as I pulled her leggings down—she did have hair, but I could not possibly have cared any less, and mostly I was preoccupied with the firm musculature…
her legs weren’t bulky, but they felt like steel wrapped in silk, and I caressed my hands over every inch of them that I could.
Pulled her leggings down to the floor, where she stepped out, one after the other, and I found myself transfixed with her, just… looking. Taking her in.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“I’m no you, but…”
“Hey. Stop that,” I laughed. “I think you’re way sexier. My god.”
“There is no way—oh, wow,” she blurted as I kissed her thigh, just next to the line of her underwear.
Her hand falling on the back of my head sent me into a haze of heat, and I looked up at her as I dragged my tongue up along the soft skin of her thigh.
Her eyes wide looking down at me was addictive, and I pressed an open-mouth kiss against the front of her underwear, too.
She bucked her hips against me. “Alyssa—oh my god.”
“I want you so badly,” I whispered, hooking my fingers under the band of her underwear, looking up at her for permission. She bit her lip hard, and she nodded.
“I-if you’re sure.”
“I’m very sure.” I pulled her underwear down just as she stripped her bra off over her head, and I felt my core burn at the sight of her naked, of her…
of her center bare and ready for me, lightly obscured by coarse, dark hairs, glistening wet.
I pressed my thighs together, and she gasped softly when I reached up and touched her, two fingers against her skin.
“I-I didn’t think it would be your turn taking the lead first.”
“Is it okay?” I laughed. “I just… can’t believe how sexy you are… and how much it turns me on.”
“I can’t believe it turns you on either.”
“Is it okay, or is it not?”
“It’s—very okay. Oh my god,” she gasped when I leaned in and pressed a kiss against her, looking up at her as I brushed my lips along her wetness. “Jesus Christ—Alyssa—holy shit. Oh my god.”
“Is this okay?”
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Are you sure you want to—”
“I’m really sure.”
“I mean, I haven’t shaved.”
“So you’ve said,” I laughed, and I pressed my mouth against her, opening my lips to taste her on my tongue. She tightened her grip on my head, her legs quivering.
“Oh, shit. I—fuck. I didn’t think on your first time, uh…”
“My first time with a woman?” I laughed. “My first time with a woman was against a wall behind a restaurant, and she didn’t let me touch her, so now,” I said, with one quick lick that made her twitch, “I get to take my revenge.”
“R-revenge. Right. I feel very… taken revenge against.”
“Tasting you is so sexy… having you in my mouth is so hot.” I pressed myself up against her, sucking on her, and she buckled.
“Holy shit. Oh my god, Alyssa. I-I cannot—wait—stop—I’m going to fall over.”
I gripped her tighter to suck harder for just a second before I pulled away, laughing. “Lie down, then, please. I don’t want to have to tell the doctor you fell and hit your head while I was eating you out.”
She laughed, high-pitched and nervous, as she lay down on the bed, propped up against the headboard, her knees pulled up, looking down at me with wide eyes and short breath.
I settled in between her legs, holding her gaze as I kissed up her thigh, and when I found my way back to her center and saw her eyes glaze over, her hands gripping tighter into the sheets, I thought it was the best thing anyone had ever seen.
I kept going, taking my time, licking and sucking and lavishing attention on her, and she quivered under each touch, her hips twitching under me.
She whispered my name in fractured verses, her hands alternating between gripping the sheets, interlacing fingers with mine, holding the back of my head, and stroking my face tenderly, and I loved all of it—loved every second of the show, of feeling her getting higher, of hearing her feel good.
When she gasped she couldn’t hold on any longer, I whispered please come for me, and I buried my face against her again, licking and sucking and kissing her until she broke, rolling her head back and gripping my hand tightly, thrusting her hips up into my face.
“Oh my god,” she gasped after a minute. “Oh… shit.”
“Good?” I rested my head against my thigh, looking up at her, and she laughed breathlessly, meeting my gaze. I’d never seen her so red.
“Good. Great. Exceptional, even.”
“Ooh, exceptional.”
“Please come up here and kiss me.”
“That I can do.” I moved up the bed and lay down on top of her, my lips finding hers, and she kissed me deeply, gripping me and holding me into her like she never wanted to let me go.
It started slow and intensified quickly, kissing me passionately, her hands roaming over my back, until with a quick noise in her throat, she flipped us over with me on my back underneath her, and I moaned quietly, softly, as she pushed her hand down between my thighs.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” she whispered. “What am I even going to do with you?”
“You tell me,” I laughed, feeling my face burning with a blush.
“Oh, I have my ideas.” She shifted down my body, her fingers teasing over my skin, against my entrance, until she pushed inside me, satisfaction rolling out through my body.
I murmured blissful noises as she moved slowly inside me, out again, and back in, pumping slowly while she whispered praise, telling me how beautiful I was like this, how perfect I looked taking her so well, and I cracked when she bent down and pressed her lips up against me with her fingers still deep inside.
“Jade—oh,” I gasped.
“Do you like this?” she whispered.
“Wow—yes. A lot. Oh my god.”
“Good. You’re doing wonderfully.”
“Mm…” I rolled my head to the side, moaning softly, letting it all happen, giving myself over to her, as she flooded me with pleasure, with beautiful attention, with perfect touches, until I felt like my body would give out.
I rose higher on the wave of pleasure, swelling through me, until it erupted, a plume of heat that spread from Jade’s mouth and her fingers out to every part of me, and I squeezed my eyes shut and melted into a climax that was—all things considered, I think I levitated.
Jesus. She was good.
I was a panting mess when we finished, and she nestled in bed next to me, caressing her fingers over my front with the softest, most adoring little touches, and I turned my head meaning to kiss her and found myself just staring into her eyes instead, just a few inches apart, somehow infinitely more intimate than anything else.
“Hi,” I giggled.
“Hey,” she laughed. “Fancy running into you here.”
“Fancy indeed.”
“Did you enjoy that?”
“That was incredible…” I rested my forehead against hers. “You spoil me, actually.”
“That feeling is very mutual.” She kissed me, short and sweet, and she softened into the bed beside me.
“We should probably figure out dinner before too long, because I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but first just…
just… this, please,” she said, pulling me a little closer, and I nestled into her.
“As much as you like,” I whispered. “You’re perfect, Jade.”
It was dangerous saying things like that. But I guess I lived life dangerously.