Chapter 16 Yvonne
Yvonne
When I got off the table, my legs were legit shaky. That orgasm had shaken me to the core. It was something that I hadn’t expected. I’d always been very good at separating sex from emotions, but with Toni it was all a jumble. It should have freaked me out, but I was too sated to worry about it.
The only thing that was missing was for me to get the opportunity to make Toni break apart the way she’d done for me. I’d never wanted anything more.
I slid off the table, unconcerned about my nakedness, and grabbed the twin mattress off the top bunk, bringing the sheets and blanket with it. Toni moved the table and chairs back into the corner, leaving just enough space between the bunkbed and the wall to add the second mattress.
“Get undressed,” I said huskily.
Toni made quick work of removing her pants and underwear, then we lowered ourselves to the floor, rolling towards each other.
Even with the two mattresses together there wasn’t a ton of space, but we made the best of it.
After several long minutes of just exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and lips, I knew I needed more so after a quick kiss I slid down Toni’s body and positioned myself between her legs.
Maybe it was weird to say, but she had a beautiful pussy, pink and full, with a neatly trimmed patch of golden hair at the very top. I couldn’t wait to taste her, so I didn’t. I started by licking her labia, then I slid inside, lapping up her cream as I moved my tongue deeper.
When I reached the top, I circled her clit with my tongue, making Toni growl impatiently, her hand coming to my head to direct me to where she wanted me. I pulled back and gave her pussy a playful slap.
“Be patient,” I chastised.
She pushed up on her elbows and gave me an exasperated look. “What in our history gave you the idea that I’m a patient person?”
I laughed then, and it felt good to be able to have fun while having sex. It wasn’t something I’d had with other partners. For me, sex had always been about release. Get in, get off, get out. No reason to linger. But like everything on this trip, it was different with Toni.
I rewarded her patience by drawing her clit into my mouth, gently sucking on the bundle of nerves as I slid one hand up to find her opening. When I pushed a finger inside her channel Toni gasped my name, and when I added a second one, she gave me the most beautiful moan of pleasure.
I began thrusting my fingers into her body, slow at first, then gradually getting faster. With every pass I bent my fingers, dragging my fingertips along her inner wall. Toni’s legs wrapped around my torso, holding me close as I continued to ratchet up the pleasure.
“Yvonne,” she said breathlessly. “Do more of that. It feels so good. But harder. Please.”
I complied, making my fingers move faster, be a little rougher. Her hips jerked off the mattress, then fell again as she tried to meet my questing fingers. She was dripping wet now, so I added a third finger, stretching her wide. She cried out with pleasure, the sound music to my ears.
I released her clit long enough to order, “Come for me Toni, come now!”
Then I returned to her clit, sucking it into my mouth and biting down softly while my fingers stroked inside of her at a steady pace.
“Yvonne, my God!”
She went off then, shaking and shuddering, mumbling things that may or may not have been words, flooding my fingers with moisture as she rode the waves of her release.
When she was finally done I slid back up her body, rolling into her side. Her long blonde hair was spread out everywhere around her, a tangled mess, and her pale cheeks were a bright red. When she opened her eyes to look at me, her they looked unfocused.
“That was freaking awesome,” she said, her voice awed.
“Yeah, we’re pretty good at that,” I said smugly.
“I’ll say.”
“We should probably go to sleep,” I suggested. “We have a hard game tomorrow. We need our rest.”
“Yeah,” she sighed.
Her voice sounded regretful, but we both took our careers too seriously to do anything to jeopardize our game.
She pushed gracefully up to her feet, her entire body still flushed from her orgasm.
“I’m going to go wash up and brush my teeth,” she said.
She looked down at me, her face suddenly a little unsure. “How would you feel about keeping the mattresses on the floor tonight?”
“Are you asking me to cuddle with you?” I asked teasingly.
She bit her lip, giving me a coy look. “Yeah, I am.”
“I could do that,” I said, as if my entire body wasn’t singing with excitement about the idea.
We both grabbed our robes and toiletries, then stood side by side in the restroom, brushing teeth and washing faces.
Toni pulled her long hair back into a messy braid, something I knew she did every night to keep it from getting too tangled between washes.
Then we headed back to the room, plugged in our phones, and settled beneath the blankets.
We started by laying side by side, staring up at the ceiling, both of us lost in thought. Then Toni shifted me onto my side, coming up close behind me in the big spoon position. Her arm dropped over my waist.
“Is this okay?” she whispered against my neck.
I started to tell her that I hated sleeping like this, that I didn’t like the feeling of people hanging on me while I tried to sleep. Except I realized that I liked spooning with Toni. Already my entire body was relaxing, preparing for sleep, my eyes growing heavy.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “It’s more than okay.”
She pressed a soft kiss against my bare shoulder, then adjusted the blanket until we were both covered to the neck.
“I like snuggling with you,” she said sleepily.
“Me too.”
My last thought before I fell asleep was that I wished I could do it for the rest of my life.