Chapter 35 #2
“Does your brother know you’re here?”
Jules smiled and lazily fluttered open her eyes.
“He does. He left my name at the front desk and gave me a key to his room so I could freshen up after the flight. I would have been here sooner but I was stuck at the airport for six hours today and needed to clean myself up a bit. I wanted to look nice.”
Frankie dropped her gaze to admire what Jules was wearing.
Not that she ever needed to try and look good – Jules was gorgeous no matter what she wore – the outfit she had on now didn’t seem like much.
It was just a pair of joggers and a sweater and Jules seemed to notice the curious uptick in Frankie’s smile.
She took Frankie’s hands and guided them beneath her shirt.
Her fingers met silky lace and she raised an eyebrow. “This feels…nice.”
“Does it?” Jules grinned and pulled her sweater off, revealing a pink corset that pushed her breasts up.
The sight of it made Frankie’s mouth go dry and she trailer her finger along the edge the lace clinging to Jules’ chest.
“Fuck, Jules… I —”
“Does it look at nice as it feels?”
“You are so sexy, do you know that?”
”You make me believe it.”
Frankie’s gaze dropped from Jules’ full chest to the lower half of her body.
”So what’s down here then…” She slid her hands down the corset, tracing the silhouette of the material where it clung to Jules’ torso as far as her hips.
She hooked her fingers under the waistband of the joggers and gripped it, forcefully tugging Jules closer.
“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll show you.”
Jules smirked and walked Frankie towards the bed.
The back of her legs hit the mattress and dropped down, gazing up at Jules in wonder.
Her blue eyes and the faint pink blush on her cheeks, the gloss on her lips, the way her chest rose and fell in the tightness of the corset, it was like one of Frankie’s teen fantasies was coming to life right before her eyes.
She reached out to grip Jules’s waist then leaned in and pressed her lips to the exposed patch of skin between the bottom laced edge of the corset and the waistband of the joggers.
Jules hummed in satisfaction and buried her fingers in Frankie’s hair.
Frankie glanced up and kissed the skin again before she smiled.
“Can I please take these off?” She asked, licking her lips.
Jules nodded and Frankie hooked her thumbs under the waistband again. She slowly pulled the joggers down and Jules shimmied out of them to reveal a pair of pink panties that matched the corset.
God, Jules was a vision. Her body was all strong curves and soft skin, with faint stretch marks around her hips and on the top of her legs that Frankie could touch, trace, and kiss for hours.
It still baffled her how someone had given this up, had walked away from Jules believing they’d found a woman more worthy of their time, but Frankie knew she would never make the same mistake. In fact, Frankie often struggled to believe she herself was worthy of Jules.
She slid a hand up the side of Jules’ waist, up and over her breasts to touch her cheek before she brought it back down and slid it around to palm her ass.
She placed a kiss right above a tiny bow in the centre of the elastic band of the lace underwear then looked up again to find blue eyes lovingly watching her.
“You look so pretty in pink,” Frankie said, her breath catching as she allowed her hands to wander. “But I think I like what’s underneath the lace even more.”
She sat back and tore off her own shirt then threw it on the ground and drew her focus back to the pink lace concealing what she now had an undeniable craving for.
Jules nodded when Frankie slid her thumbs along the inner seams of the lace panties, giving her the go ahead, and then she pinched the material between her fingers and slid them down.
Jules stepped out of her underwear then tugged off her socks, leaving her in just the tight corset, and Frankie’s drank it all in. Her eyes fell to Jules’ centre, ready and glistening.
Frankie couldn’t wait any longer for what she wanted and she traced a line up Jules’ slit from her entrance to her clit, circling the little bundle of nerves with her thumb, grinning when Jules bucked against her hand from only the slightest of touches.
Wanting more leverage, Frankie tapped Jules’ knee and hooked her arm behind it, getting her to lift her leg and plant her foot on the mattress. She repeated the previous motion with her finger, sliding down to gather arousal on the tip of her thumb then moving it up to circle Jules’ clit again.
“Frankie,” Jules sighed, arching into her hand. “That fees so good.”
Frankie grinned and leaned in, replacing her finger with her tongue. She swirled it in tight, firm circles then sucked Jules’ clit between her lips, getting drunk on the taste of her.
Jules fell forward slightly, bracing herself against Frankie’s body with a hand on her shoulder.
She dug her fingers into Frankie’s back but Frankie never faltered – her tongue unrelenting as it fluttered against the swollen bundle of nerves, as she circles Jules’ entrance with her index finger, teasing, marveling at the arousal waiting for her.
She easily slipped two fingers into Jules and when she curled them upwards in tandem with a flick of the hardened tip of her tongue, a breathy high pitched moan fell from her girlfriend’s mouth and landed deep in Frankie’s own core.
“You’re so pretty,” Frankie whispered as she slid her fingers out then thrust them back in.
“And I love how wet you get for me.” She sucked on Jules’ clit again and circled it with her tongue, using enough pressure to make her tremble.
The sounds Jules made, the keening cry of pleasure that filled the room and the way she dripped into the palm of Frankie’s hand with each stroke of her inner walls, spurred Frankie on even more.
Soon Jules was practically fucking herself against Frankie’s mouth and rocking her hips into each and every one of Frankie’s thrusts, panting and whining as they pulled her towards her orgasm together.
“That’s right, baby,” Frankie said, lapping at Jules’ red and swollen clit, staring up at her with wide eyes so she could admire the look of unadulterated pleasure on her face, eyes shut hard, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “You’re so close. I can feel it.”
“Frankie, I’m com…fuck, I’m coming.”
Her entire body trembled as her abdominal muscles tensed and Jules dug her fingers into the back of Frankie’s shoulders as her orgasm hit her so hard, she almost collapsed.
But Frankie held her steady. She kept one hand around her leg to hold her close while the other slowly worked Jules through the aftershocks of her climax and when she’d finally had enough, when her body became too sensitive, she pushed Frankie away.
Frankie kissed her clit softly one last time before leaning back to admire her work. Jules was a mess. Her chest was flushed and her cheeks were red, her inner thighs glistening from her arousal, her pussy a deep pink from all of the attention it received.
“Holy fuck,” Jules moaned as Frankie leaned forward and rested her head against Jules’ soft stomach. She licked her lips then grinned as looked up.
“I hope that was worth the flight,” Frankie joked and Jules laughed. She brought her leg back down and smirked at Frankie then reached down to push hair off of her forehead and wipe her chin.
“Do I get to return the favour?”
“Well…I wouldn’t say no if you did.”
Jules pushed Frankie back against the bed then climbed onto the mattress and straddled her hips.
Making Jules come had already brought Frankie so close to her own orgasm that it would take an embarrassingly small amount of effort from Jules to get the job done. She gave over control and allowed Jules to grip her wrists and pin her arms above her head.
Jules leaned down and kissed her, dipping her tongue into Frankie’s mouth, no doubt tasting herself on Frankie’s lips. There was something so innately sensual and sapphic about sharing this kind of intimacy with someone and Frankie melted into the kiss.
When they came up for air a minute or so later, she nipped at Jules’ bottom lip and dropped her eyes to breasts that spilled over of the top of the corset. She had a clear view of delicious cleavage and the tiniest hint of pert, pink nipples and she smirked.
“But the corset stays on.”
“Mmm, whatever you say, Coach.”