Chapter 13 #2
“Straddle me,” she commanded.
Amelia complied, exposing herself to Keira in all her glory. Amelia grabbed the rail above them. Keira traced her fingertips over Amelia’s bare skin, and then down the V of Amelia’s hips, finally cupping her centre. Amelia whimpered at the touch.
“What do you want, baby?” Keira whispered between kisses.
“Fingers. Inside. Now,” Amelia stuttered. Keira trailed her fingers up and down Amelia’s slit, circling her clit every time she passed, never quite going inside.
“Please.” Amelia whimpered.
“Patience.”
As Amelia writhed above her, Keira ran two fingers either side of Amelia’s clit, teasing her, and relishing the moment.
“I’ve dreamt about this” Keira said huskily as Amelia's hips jerked, trying to get more friction.
“Please,” Amelia said again, desperation in her voice.
Keira couldn’t help but grin as she slid two fingers deep inside Amelia, and turned her hand so she could put the pad of her thumb on Amelia’s clit.
“Oh, Jesus.” Amelia rested her forehead on her outstretched arm.
“I’m not sure he would approve.” Keira laughed, and curling her fingers and slowly starting to move in and out of Amelia, brushing her clit with every movement. She kept the pace slow.
Amelia whined again, so Keira applied more pressure to her clit, turning her whine into a feral moan.
“That’s it,” Keira said softly. Amelia, getting frustrated, slowly rocked her hips to meet Keira’s thrusts.
The movements made her breasts bounce right in front of Keira’s face, and she couldn’t resist catching a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it and drawing a long moan out of Amelia.
Her hips rocked harder as Keira used all her self-restraint to maintain the same tempo.
“Mmmm, thatfeelssogood,” Amelia rushed out between breaths. She was almost panting at this point, holding onto the rail above the bench with both hands as she rode Keira’s hand. Her eyes were hooded with lust.
Keira palmed Amelia’s other breast with her free hand, relishing the feel of Amelia fucking herself on her fingers.
“Harder.” The words sent a jolt of electricity to Keira’s clit.
“Yeah?” Keira, wrist burning, pulled her mouth off Amelia’s breast, and looked up into Amelia’s half-closed eyes.
“Please,” Amelia whispered.
There was something special about hearing Amelia plead with her to fuck her.
Keira resumed thrusting, going harder, nudging Keira’s clit with her thumb on each stroke. She lowered her eyes and, mesmerised, watched her fingers slip in and out of Amelia, glistening with her arousal.
Amelia adjusted her grip on the bar above them, and began driving herself down onto Keira’s hand, meeting her thrusts.
Keira couldn’t take her eyes off where they connected, getting wetter whilst Amelia lost control.
Without warning, Amelia removed one of her hands from the bar and gently shoved a hand between Keira’s closed legs as her mouth sought Keira’s for a brief but fiery kiss.
The pads of her fingers made contact with Keira’s clit.
Keira jolted so hard she almost bucked Amelia off.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Keira groaned.
Suddenly, the rest of her body no longer existed. She could only perceive Amelia clenching around her fingers, and Amelia frantically playing with her clit. Her every nerve fibre wound like a tightly coiled spring.
“I need…” Amelia started, groaning when Keira curled her fingers a little more. She fell forward a little, her lips millimetres from Keira’s ear.
“What—what do you need?” Keira rasped out, also breathless.
“I need to hear you,” Amelia whispered, her damp breath ticking Keira’s skin and making her shiver.
Amelia sat back up, her gaze hazy, but undoubtably looking deep into Keira’s eyes, before she made more deliberate movements around Keira’s clit.
“Nothing turns me on more”—Amelia paused for breath, slowing down her hip movements so she could speak—“than hearing the effect I’m having on someone. ”
Amelia lent forward and kissed Keira deeply, before returning upright and thrusting her hips down into Keira’s fingers harder than before. Simultaneously, her ministrations to Keira’s clit sped up. Keira moaned, her whole body filling with an undefinable pressure.
“That feels so good. I’m so close” Keira whispered hoarsely, her eyes half closed.
“Oh god.” Amelia quivered.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Oh, fuck, Keira, don’t stop—”
“I’m so close, I’m so—”
“Don’t stop.”
Keira did as she was told, even as the tidal wave of pleasure barrelled into her.
Amelia bounced on her lap a few more times, then threw her head back and cried out.
Her entire body jerked, and her centre pulsed around Keira’s fingers.
Keira’s own body jolted with aftershocks, affecting her ability to concentrate on Amelia.
She managed to catch Amelia when her body gave out, pulling her towards the bench and holding her.
Amelia’s body twitched in her arms. Both breathed heavily.
Keira couldn’t feel her limbs, other than the burning in her wrist, but she didn’t care. It had been more than worth it.
Keira had no idea how long they remained like that, simply holding each other in the empty changing room.
It might have been seconds, minutes, or hours.
Her brain was so blissed out she didn’t even care that her exposed skin was cold, the only warmth coming from the places where her and Amelia’s bodies touched.
She ran her fingers lazily up and down Amelia’s back, while Amelia rested her head on her shoulder looking up at her.
Every now and again, Keira turned to smile at her, and occasionally brushed their lips together.
Amelia blushed every time, but always smiled back.
Amelia was the first to move, peeling their sweat-sticky bodies off each other and gingerly standing up, easing out the kinks in her muscles. Between the game, their extra-curricular activities, and being sat in the same position for so long, Keira wasn’t sure she could move.
A sudden knock at the door made them both jump. The door creaked partially open, and Keira had never been so grateful for the double ninety-degree turn that blocked their view of the doorway.
“Locking up in twenty!” the gruff voice said, before quickly leaving again.
A few seconds after the door shut, Keira couldn’t stifle the giggle that erupted from her throat. Amelia caught her gaze and smiled, then joined in her laughter. Even after their laughter died down, they grinned at each other, until Amelia shivered.
“We should probably shower,” Amelia said, voice matter-of-fact, retrieving her bag from where she dropped it near the door and bringing it back to the bench. She unpacked her clothes, towel, pouffe, and shampoo.
A shudder ran through Keira, and not just from the removal of her source of warmth. Her brain whirred, kicking up several gears in rapid succession. Was that it? Would Amelia discard her, having got what she wanted? Was this going to affect the team, was—
“Are you coming?”
When Keira focused, Amelia stood in front of her, holding out her hand. Keira’s mind slowed back down. Wordlessly, she took Amelia’s hand and allowed herself to be led to the showers.
Amelia hung her towel up on a hook inside the shower cubicle and started the shower.
She jumped out of the way of the initial cold spray and occasionally stuck her hand in to check the temperature.
When Keira saw steam, Amelia took Keira’s hand and pulled them both underneath the water, the heat welcome on Keira’s chilled skin.
Amelia wrapped her arms around Keira’s waist and smiled up at her.
Their slippery, naked bodies pressed together, water droplets traced their contours. Amelia kissed her gently under the spray. The lust from before had dissipated, replaced with a gentle sweetness that cocooned Keira’s heart.
Amelia put soap on her pouffe and created a lather, and wordlessly washed Keira, tenderly tracing up and down her arms, across her chest, and around her waist. The silence was only broken when Amelia ran the textured material over Keira’s thigh, making her jolt.
“Sorry, still sensitive,” Keira said sheepishly. Amelia grinned.
Once Amelia finished cleaning Keira, Keira took the pouffe from her and repeated the process on Amelia, turning her around so she was able to clean her lithely muscled back.
The soap suds lazily trailed down her back and over the globes of her ass.
Stepping forwards, Keira wrapped her arms around Amelia’s waist and spooned her, tracing her wet bare skin with her fingertips.
“All done,” she whispered in her ear. Their warm, wet bodies pressed together, was heaven. If she could have stayed there forever, she would have, but they only had twenty minutes.
The pair washed their hair and got out of the shower, dried themselves, and got redressed in a comfortable silence. Keira didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed around another person, especially after sex.
When they exited the changing rooms, Keira had to resist the urge to take Amelia’s hand.
Somehow, walking down the hallway hand in hand felt more intimate than what they’d just done.
The security guard wasn’t far behind them, turning off the lights and checking the internal doors.
Keira couldn’t look at him. Had he known what they’d been doing? They weren’t exactly quiet.
Keira shivered as they stepped outside into the cold, the cool air biting at her still wet hair. The door satisfyingly clanked shut, and the two of them walked slowly towards the car park.
She didn’t want this night to be over. She worried that leaving would break the spell, and they’d return to how they were before.
Close, but distant. In reach, but out of bounds.
Amelia was dawdling, too, and Keira wondered if it was for the same reason.
Or, perhaps she was working out how to let her down gently, how to tell her it couldn’t happen again.