30. Michaela #2
“Let the feeling roll through you Kayla, rock your hips. We want to hear you, let the sensation roll through,” she heard Iris say.
Michaela quickened her pace, rubbing and jerking, rolling her hips. She didn’t even care about how loud she was moaning. She had never felt pleasure like this.
“I think—oh fuck soon, I’m going to come, I don’t, fuck—” Michaela said, suddenly feeling the anxiety of coming breaking through her haze.
“Jay, faster, I want to come with Kayla,” Iris said breathlessly, and Michaela looked over to see the woman lift off her shirt.
Michaela’s breath caught at the sight in front of her: Iris, topless, legs wide, writhing, hair wild, and lips parted, as Jay jerked and rubbed her.
The wet sounds of Jay’s hand moving over Iris’ heat.
She looked like a goddess, a powerful sex goddess giving in to her pleasure but somehow still in command—a point made further by the sight of Iris tweaking one of her own nipples.
And in a moment of perfect clarity, Michaela realized she had been doing what Iris had, and that, perhaps, she looked like that, too.
“Come on, Iris, I want you to squirt all over yourself, show Mickey that it’s okay to let go and squirt for me,” Jay was saying, and Iris’ body tensed and she came, squirting all over her stomach, completing the vision before her.
She was right on the edge when Jay turned to her and said, “And now you go, squirt for me.” And that was it, Michaela came apart, her orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave. She fell with her till her back hit the mattress. Wetness trickled down her abdomen.
Lips on her forehead brought her back down to earth, and when she opened her eyes, Jay was kneeling above her smiling. “That’s it, baby, you turned into such a wet mess for me.” Her words were filthy, but they were full of so much tenderness.
Michaela sat up, pushing Jay back slightly by her shoulders. Jay allowed Michaela to guide her back till Jay was pressed up against Iris for support.
“Iris, show me how,” Michaela said.
At first Iris didn’t move and then she said, “Kayla?”
Michaela was blissed out and still a fire burned in her, one she needed to extinguish by showing Jay just how grateful she was to her. “I wanna use my mouth–you said kissed, licked, and sucked, I wanna use my mouth.” She looked at Jay, “Please say I can?”
Jay blinked back at her, and Michaela could see the war behind her eyes. Jay didn’t want to push things but also Jay was the only one who hadn’t come yet, and Michaela could still see the fire of desire in her eyes.
Iris moved first. She discarded the shirt she had used to clean herself up and got behind Jay, guiding her to sit up against her, a leg on either side of her.
“Jay?” Michaela pleaded.
Jay nodded.“Only if you want to, I’m—”
Michaela didn’t wait. She all but tore Jay’s shorts off. When she had thrown them to the side, she looked down at her lover, making out her body in the soft glow of the lava lamp.
Jay was so beautiful, Michaela’s mouth watered at the sight of her. She had a fleeting thought that so much about this was different with a woman. Not just any woman—Jay, on their journey with Iris as their guide.
“Do what feels comfortable to start,” Iris said from behind Jay. “Jay, don’t forget to guide her.”
And without further discussion, Michaela bent down and nuzzled Jay’s center.
“Ah Mickey, baby, I don’t know how long I am going to last, my cock, I’m so hard, so wet for you.”
That was the encouragement Michaela needed.
She had done this before, but never feeling like this and never with another woman. She was surprised with how badly she wanted to have Jay inside her mouth. How badly she wanted to devour her. Michaela licked Jay’s length and heard her girlfriend hiss.
“Please Mickey, god, I’m dying, please, I need—” but the rest of Jay’s words were lost in a choke as Michaela put her in her mouth.
“That’s it, Kayla, do what feels good, Jay tell her what doesn’t feel good,” Iris said, but her words sounded distant, and Michaela worked Jay in her mouth, feeling her wetness spread on her tongue.
“Oh my god, baby, so good, so fucking good,” Jay seemed to weep.
Michaela got lost in a rhythm, feeling like Jay was an altar and she was there to worship, to give thanks and receive Jay’s blessing.
“Mickey, fuck baby, move, I’m going to come—” Michaela sucked harder and relished the feeling of Jay going rigid and then with a cry, Jay released in her mouth. Michaela took every drop she’d earned, wanting every single piece of Jay she could get her hands on.
She let Jay fall from her mouth and then she kissed each of Jay’s thighs. Jay had her hand tangled in Michaela’s hair, her breathing heavy. Michaela had done that. She’d had the best sex of her life. She was in the arms—well, lap—of her amazing girlfriend.
There was a rush of joy and headiness as she held onto Jay’s waist and thighs, looking up at Jay as Iris gently massaged her scalp. She was so content, so happy. Which is why she was surprised to feel the swell of tears in her eyes, too caught off guard to catch the sob that escaped her.
“Mickey, baby?” Jay said, her body tensing again.
“I’m okay, I promise,” Michaela managed to get out, but Jay’s body didn’t relax.
“Mickey, look—”
“It’s okay, let it out.” Another pair of hands rested on the back of her head, and she knew they were Iris’.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Michaela said between sobs.
“Sex can bring out a huge emotional release,” Iris said softly from above and behind Jay. At this, Michaela finally felt Jay’s body relax.
“But you’re okay, baby?” Jay asked.
“I’m okay,” Michaela responded.
“Let it out, hold her Jay, the way you do, she needs care right now.”
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Michaela said as if she couldn’t stop the repetition. Because she was okay, and that fact made her so fucking happy.