9. Aurora
Aurora
I practically ripped off my clothes, then Frankie and I fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, laughing at our own eagerness. I rolled her onto her back then latched onto one of her small breasts, teasing the nipple with my tongue. Her back arched and I pressed down on her chest, holding her in place until I got my fill.
As soon as I shifted back Frankie reared up to kiss me, her tongue tangling with mine. I rubbed my body against hers mindlessly as the kiss went on and on.
“I have to taste you,” I gasped as we finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.
“Me first,” she countered.
I rolled over and she made her way down my body, positioning herself between my thighs. Gripping my thighs, she spread my legs obscenely wide, then stared down at my pussy. I hadn’t been expecting to sleep with anyone on this trip, so I was glad that I’d recently done some grooming. Frankie’s face lit up with a smile, telling me she liked what she saw.
The first slide of her tongue traveled over the outside of my pussy. The second one slid in between my nether lips, licking me from bottom to top. It felt so good I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my mouth. Then Frankie started eating me out in earnest, her tongue moving deeper and deeper as she explored every inch of me.
It felt incredible. I loved it when people were good at oral. My entire body was vibrating with the need to come.
“More!” I gasped. “I’m close.”
She immediately complied, her tongue sliding into my opening as her fingers moved to strum my clitoris. I moaned embarrassingly loud as Frankie fucked me with her tongue, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Aurora.”
Her words were a growl against my skin before she was pumping into me with her tongue again. At the same time she pinched my clit, then rubbed it vigorously back and forth until I succumbed to my orgasm. My back arched off the bed as I let myself go, gasping and riding the waves of pleasure until I was too sated to do anything but lay there panting and trembling.
Frankie pressed a tender kiss against my mound, then slid up next to me, pulling me into her arms for a little cuddle. I threw my arm over her waist and rested my head on her slim shoulder, enjoying the little tremors that followed my orgasm for much longer than I expected.
When I finally came back into my brain I realized that Frankie was watching me with an expression I couldn’t interpret.
“What?”
“You look beautiful with your hair messed up and your cheeks flushed pink.”
I rolled my eyes, not because I didn’t believe her words were sincere but because I knew I was a mess and one thing my mother had taught me was that it was important for a woman to look perfect at all times.
“What was that reaction?” Frankie asked.
“I know I looked like a mess right now.”
“Fishing for more compliments?” she teased.
I shook my head.
I’d been told I was beautiful a million times, and I guess I was, but I wanted to be more than that. More than just a beautiful woman. Beauty faded. I wanted to be measured by my value as a person. By my heart. My mind. My personality.
Frankie’s gaze sobered as she studied me. I avoided her eyes.
“I see I hit a sore point for you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s just…”
“What?” she prodded.
“I want to be more than just a pretty face.”
“You’re definitely more than a pretty face,” Frankie said.
She tapped the side of my head. “You’ve got a quick mind.”
She tapped my chest. “A kind heart.”
She tapped my mound. “And a freaking delicious pussy.”
I leaned over to kiss her. “How about you give me a taste of yours now?”