Chapter Forty-Two
Bee
Thank God we had the townhouse alone tonight.
We barely had time to close the front door before I was scrambling off of Nola’s back and pressing her against the entryway wall.
I was hungry for her again. Starved, if I was being honest. If showing her the most raw bits of me hadn’t scared her away, well, then neither would these last possessive parts I had kept confined.
I pulled and bit at her lips. My hands roamed wild, caressing every inch of her skin, every muscle I had pushed against in a game.
Her hands drifted down to my ass, each hand grabbing a cheek like her palms had always lived there.
She squeezed greedily, then scooped me up, my weight settling into her arms as she pushed off the wall and headed in the direction of our stairs.
My nails scratched against her scalp, down her neck and back up. I arched my back, making her job of focusing harder as she reached the final landing.
“Your room or mine?”
“Yours,” I commanded.
I heard a door hit the wall and then I was falling onto the bed while Nola stood above me, looking down like I was the final meal of the night.
I brushed my hands over my peeked nipples and down my center, keeping eye contact. My hands fluttered down to the front of my white skirt and my body instinctually reached up to grind my pussy against my hand.
“What do you say?” Nola’s darkened, her eyes tracking every place my hands stopped. I was wearing too much. I wanted to be bare for her. I wanted to lay it all out there. But she wanted me to beg and I could. Only for her.
But I wanted to hear her say it first.
“You tell me.” Her eyes narrowed before she saw my smirk. My best imitation of her. Real recognizing real.
Before she could make me even more impatient I hiked up my skirt and slipped my fingers underneath, the friction of my bare fingers on my pussy making me whine.
“Bee…”
“Yes, baby.” I exhaled.
“Can I please fuck you?”
Nola dropped to her knees, pulling me to the edge of her bed. The comforter smelled like her, the bed that would soon have traces of me left to drive her crazy.
From her angle, she should see my fingers inching closer and closer to my entrance. My slickness making the journey inside of myself easier and easier.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Show me.”
And then Nola knocked my hand away and dove straight for my pussy.
She peppered kisses along both of my thighs.
Alternating as she got farther from my knee and closer to my panties, her long eyelashes tickled my skin.
She didn’t immediately devour me the way I wanted, instead taking lazy licks up the cotton of my thong, licking the little fabric that hadn’t been shifted to the side by my hands.
At the first feeling of her tongue, my back bowed off the bed.
The shock and immediate heat made my eyes roll back.
Making both of my hands shoot up to touch my tits.
Nola applied pressure with her mouth immediately, her lips sucked my clit before her tongue flicked up and down in rapid succession.
I ripped my halter top off my body. Making my body slide and squirm until Nola’s hands wrapped from underneath to hold onto the tops of my thighs to keep me still.
I watched her eyes peak up at me as I felt her smile against my cunt. Her tongue rolled slowly now, disrupting the fast pace I was reaching my climax at. I couldn’t help but whine in frustration.
Two of Nola’s fingers slid into my entrance with ease.
Her tongue caressed my clit like I was a melting popsicle.
She alternated between using the tip and flat of her tongue to tease me.
But what drove me crazy was the way she sucked while she pumped her fingers into me.
As if she couldn’t have any drop of me go to waste as her arms kept my thighs pinned to her bed.
“Y-yes…” I moaned, my hands keeping her head right where it was. My orgasm was building again, the pressure against my spine a tickle as I chased the pleasure Nola’s fingers and tongue left. I was getting close but I needed more, I needed it harder.
“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well for me. Do you want to come, Bee?” Her tongue and fingers made my toes clench, her head popping up so she could watch my body react as she increased her rhythm. The sounds coming from both of us and were absolutely deviant.
I barely had the energy to mouth a breathy yes, my head popped up and I was staring down at my beautiful girlfriend, getting me closer and closer.
“What do you need, baby? I hope you don’t want me to stop. You’re so wet for me and, fuck, you taste so sweet.”
“More, Nola, please.” I didn’t know if I meant more of her words or something else. She overwhelmed my senses, sending every part of me into overdrive so I couldn’t think clearly.
“Like this?” She added a third finger. It slipped in easily with the other two, stretching me, adding that friction I needed, exactly what I wanted.
“Yes!” I inched closer to the edge of Nola’s bed so we could both watch me come. She licked her lips like she couldn’t get enough of how I tasted on her. Her hand floated down to her own pants, teasing herself with her own pleasure she was denying.
I’d change that.
I pushed my skirt up to my waist, my fingers finding their way back to my clit.
It wasn’t long before the orgasm that tore through my body had me bowing up again.
Nola’s lips found my nipples again, tremor after tremor racked through my body.
But this wasn’t the end for me, and it was like she knew that.
She waited for my command but I was breathless. She moved from playing with my silver piercings to kiss me, open-mouthed and needy, like she’d gone too long without my lips on hers.
And that’s when my orgasm finally crested.
My body tightened, my other hand coming up to grip Nola close, my bare tits on her clothed chest as my vision spotted as the last bits of air left my body.
“I-I—” I couldn’t speak.
Nola removed her fingers slowly from my pussy, the sudden air sending a shiver throughout my half-clothed body. I caught glimpses of her licking me off of her fingers. I didn’t have much control of my body, but the image made me start planting kisses on her neck, lazy and loose.
“If you give me a second—”
“Don’t worry about it, honeybee.”
The nickname made me roll my eyes and lift my head. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“You taste sweet.” Nola winked at me, and I considered spreading my legs wide open again for her.
I’d do anything for her.
“Speaking of taste…” My hands moved to her pants, already unbuttoned from her touching herself. Nola placed her hands on top of mine, a gentle, silent command.
“I said don’t worry about it. I promise.”
“I am currently 0-2 on giving you orgasms. Let me even the field,” I batted my lashes and pouted my lips, “Unless you’re a touch me not? Should I have already known that?”
It had been a while since I hooked up with someone who exclusively did not need to be touched during sex. I would say I didn’t hate coming over and over again without putting much work in, but I knew myself. I liked to give as much as I received.
Nola kissed me greedily, her tongue swiped against mine, her strong hands pulling my bare chest closer to hers as if we could physically get closer. We’d been like this before tonight. Two people trying to get as close as possible, teasing the ability to merge.
We came up for air, “Trust me, you'll learn soon I’m anything but a touch me not. I just want to focus on giving to you first. I’m all about you, Bee.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, “but I can only go so long. I can get bratty.”
“Oh, trust me, I know.” Nola laughed. I didn’t know where I belonged now. Like all type of sense had been fucked out of me. I also had a drawer full of toys I wanted her to fuck me senseless with.
“I guess I should leave?” I tilted my head.
“And why would you do that?”
“I-I’m not sure, honestly. I don’t know how sleepovers go.”
“Because you only hit it and quit it,” Nola stated the obvious.
“Well, yes.” I nodded.
Nola rose from her spot on the floor and walked over to her dresser. I shouldn’t have been surprised that from my view everything looked nicely folded and even color-coordinated. After finding a shirt of her choosing, she walked back over to me.
“Arms up.”
I listened and felt cotton making its way over my head, falling around my waist. She bent down to slide my skirt off my body.
“What did you…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because I immediately noticed the old, ratty tee. It was one of the shirts I never got when we were in Spain, when I was being isolated for being the odd one out. “No fucking way.”
Nola left the room while I was distracted.
I traced my hands over the faded print of the t-shirt.
The words half peeled off and the cotton so soft from the countless times it’d been washed and dried.
The smell of Nola enveloped me, warmed me up and settled me in a way I never knew I could achieve.
My head was usually too loud to quiet down.
“Are you sniffing my shirt?” Nola came back and put my bonnet over my curls.
“Naturally.” I didn’t bother hiding it, I wanted her to know how much I adored her. “Am I sleeping in your bed, Young?”
“Naturally.” Then she removed her clothes, down to her sports bra and boxers and climbed into bed. She hovered over me in a push up to kiss me on the forehead before she laid down. Our chests and stomachs pressed against each other, my face in her neck.
“You’re perfect,” I mumbled off before sleep took me quickly. But not before I heard back, “So are you, honeybee.”