Chapter Montana #2
Luisa held out her hand and Bel took it, following, allowing herself to be led, her dressing gown open.
When they got to the bed Luisa shrugged off her coat then slid the dressing gown off Bel’s shoulders before pushing her gently, Bel’s hands pulling Luisa down with her until they were lying together, Luisa in her nightwear on top of a naked Bel, Bel’s legs parted and wrapped around Luisa’s.
Bel tugged at Luisa’s vest, lifting it up and over her head, then pulled at her shorts, bringing them half way down her thighs before Luisa shifted herself and kicked them off entirely.
She settled back down and kissed Bel urgently, the skin on skin full body contact between them sending a rush of arousal through Luisa… the press of her breasts against Bel’s, their legs intertwined, Bel’s hand cupping Luisa’s face as their kiss got more and more intense.
Unlike Tulum, where everything had felt so new to Luisa, this time felt like rediscovery, familiar territory seen through much, much more experienced eyes.
Luisa wanted Bel so badly and, when her hand slid between Bel’s legs and felt how aroused she was already, she knew that Bel wanted the same.
Knew instinctively that Luisa wasn’t the only one in that bed who’d been desperate for a repeat of that night in Tulum.
Luisa touched her with a confidence that came from experience, finding a rhythm that she faintly recalled Bel liking before and being attentive, almost hyper attentive, to Bel’s reactions, being the good lover for her that she’d learned to be.
Bel gasped softly, her body responding rapidly to Luisa’s touch, and Luisa felt a wave of pride and of power at drawing such a reaction so quickly. So different already, reflected Luisa, compared to Tulum, so much more equal.
“Yes…” moaned Bel quietly. “Like that…” as Luisa’s finger circled her gently, not too fast, drawing it out.
She watched Bel’s face as her pleasure built, noticing each miniscule change in her expression, each shift of her body, each twitch of her muscles, and adapting as she went.
Luisa was focused completely on Bel at the expense of everything else, her world shrunk in that moment to the two of them on that bed and to the building pleasure that Bel was so obviously experiencing.
When Bel came it was with a quiet intensity, her body tensing, her fingers digging into Luisa’s back, a long series of moans that were half muffled as she buried her mouth into Luisa’s neck.
Luisa felt the waves as Bel clenched around her fingers, wave after wave until, too sensitive, Bel pushed her fingers away.
Once she’d had a long few moments to recover, Bel smiled, a lazy smile, and said quietly, “You’ve definitely learned a few things since last time.”
“I had an excellent first teacher,” replied Luisa, smiling back. “She made me want to learn more.” Her journey over the three years since Tulum summed up in one sentence, really.
Bel laughed. “Let’s see what else you learned… but first, your turn.”
She moved suddenly, gracefully, rolling Luisa onto her back, Bel’s weight settling above her in a reversal of position. Bel kissed Luisa, slower than before, more considered and more passionate, a deep and long kiss that simply served to stoke the fire that was already burning inside Luisa.
Eventually, Bel started to kiss down Luisa’s body, her neck, her shoulder, her breast, and by the time she reached Luisa’s stomach Luisa was so aroused she could barely think, the only thought going through her head again and again was that Bel was going to go down on her.
The Bel. The one she’d thought about, fantasised about so much. Going down on her.
When Bel glanced up, seeking permission to go lower, Luisa nodded… entirely unnecessary given how obviously she wanted it, but further establishing their equality rather than the old dynamic from Tulum.
The first touch of Bel’s tongue between her legs drew a sound from Luisa that she didn’t realise she could make…
raw, low, guttural, an expression of three years of pent up desire.
Bel had the same delicate skill that Luisa remembered from before, the technique that had, in all honesty, ruined many other lovers for Luisa until Gabriela.
But by then it had become more, because Bel remembered what Luisa had liked back in Tulum but was also being attentive to how three years had changed her.
Luisa’s hands reached for Bel’s hair, not to guide her but simply to connect, maintaining physical contact with where Bel’s mouth met Luisa’s core.
The pleasure was building with exquisite, excruciating slowness, a build that took Luisa back to Tulum where Bel had done the same, keeping her suspended in a place just short of climax, nearly there, so very close, but not quite.
"Bel,” Luisa moaned, part plea and part praise. “Please let me…” trailing off to be replaced by a long, shuddering moan.
Bel responded by sliding two fingers inside Luisa, all while her tongue did its work, the extra sensation almost overwhelming in its intensity. Luisa’s hips started to buck against Bel’s face, seeking that final something to take her over the edge, and then she peaked…
The orgasm was soul shattering, earth shaking, waves of pleasure radiating through her whole body while she screamed incoherently in pleasure, Spanish mixed with English, back arching, head thrown back, hands tugging on Bel’s hair, leaving Luisa stunned, shaking and breathless.
Better than Tulum was her first conscious thought. She hadn’t thought that could be possible, but it was.
Before Luisa could even take a moment to recover, Bel moved up her body, kissing her deeply on the lips, Luisa tasting herself on Bel, while Bel’s hand went back to where her mouth had just been, finding Luisa still sensitive but, surprisingly, wanting.
“Again,” she whispered into Luisa’s ear, not a question but not quite a command either, more an invitation.
Luisa nodded, knowing that she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t, and Bel’s fingers found a new rhythm and a new angle, unlocking pleasure that Luisa hadn’t known could be there so soon after her orgasm.
The second time was faster, more urgent, Luisa’s body already primed it seemed and responsive.
When Bel curled her fingers in just the right way Luisa’s second orgasm hit her like a freight train, making her vision blur and her cry out uncontrollably, her arms and legs holding onto Bel for dear life as she rode it out.
Afterwards, they lay tangled comfortably together, neither talking for some time, just smiling and kissing and stroking each other, before inevitably they made love to each other again, more gently, more mutual, experimenting with different positions and different ways…
a long, long night that just seemed to get better and better as it went on.
Luisa hadn’t thought it possible, had thought that Tulum would be the peak of her life sexual experience, but she was wrong… Montana was ten times better than Tulum, for the equality, for the electric connection, for the sheer joy.
And it was at that point that Luisa knew, unequivocally, that she would never be able to say no to Bel ever again.