Chapter Seventeen #2
Mo obliged immediately, taking Aspen’s right nipple into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the tip as she lightly sucked.
Aspen pulled in air through her teeth. Mo couldn’t help but smile into her breast, excited that Aspen was enjoying this as much as she was.
She wasn’t in a hurry, making sure each move she made with her mouth and free hand were intentional.
Mo paid particular attention to anything that made her whimper and squirm, wanting nothing more than to make Aspen feel like the center of Mo’s world.
And in that moment, Aspen was.
“You are killing me.” Aspen gasped for breath, digging her fingernails into the back of Mo’s arms as she held on for dear life. “I need you to take off my pants and fuck me, please.”
That request sent lust shooting out across Mo’s body like little pulses of electricity.
Mo sucked in a ragged breath, more than ready to oblige.
She left a few butterfly-light kisses on Aspen’s sternum before pushing up and off her, her hands going to her own pants.
She unbuttoned them, watching as Aspen reached for her own.
“Let me,” Mo demanded, stopping to cover Aspen’s hands. “I’ll get mine off first, then yours. I want to. Please.”
“Okay.” Aspen nodded, her face clear with need. “Hurry. Please.”
“Patience, beautiful,” Mo said, even as she picked up her pace.
She sat back briefly, making it easier for her to remove her underwear and pants.
Once done, she crawled back over Aspen and gave her a quick kiss before beginning to remove her clothes, excited at the prospect of seeing Aspen fully naked.
“Look who isn’t patient, though.” Aspen pouted slightly as she watched Mo discard each remaining article of her clothing.
“I can go slower…” Mo licked her lips.
“You better not!”
“Then, shh,” Mo commanded, finally hooking her fingers under the band of Aspen’s underwear. She pulled them down, Aspen helping her out by lifting her hips off the tent floor. Mere moments felt like minutes as Mo observed a naked Aspen, taking in every little detail from head to toe. “Wow.”
Aspen didn’t respond, instead grabbing at Mo’s left wrist and pulling her forward.
Mo complied, gently laying her body on top of Aspen, enjoying every new sensation of bare skin on bare skin.
They kissed lazily, both of them reveling in the feeling rather than attempting to rush to an end.
Mo loved that she could feel how wet Aspen was on her stomach and decided to move slightly to the side, straddling one of Aspen’s legs.
Pressing downward, Mo rubbed herself against Aspen’s thigh, not only repaying the kindness to her but rejoicing in the glorious pleasure she received by the movement.
“You are so wet,” Aspen said breathlessly between kisses, her hand again tugging at Mo’s, attempting to bring it to her center.
Mo switched which thigh she was straddling, deciding to push through the pain of her shoulder so she could touch Aspen.
After her adjustment, she began kissing Aspen again, increasing the fervor once her hand lightly grazed Aspen’s inner thigh.
Mo moved it up and down the skin of her thigh, matching the rhythm of her kisses as she teased her, getting closer and closer to Aspen’s center with each lap.
Aspen moaned in protest but did not break the kiss, instead rolling her hips up in an attempt to get any friction off of Mo’s thigh, which hovered very close but not close enough.
Mo decided to stop her teasing, finally moving her fingers up the curve of her thigh and down between her folds, lightly touching Aspen’s clit for the first time.
She was rewarded with an immediate moan from Aspen, and Mo slowly explored, keeping her touch light and thoughtful as she figured out what Aspen liked best.
“Please,” Aspen gasped, breaking away from their kiss. “You’re only teasing me.”
“How about this?” Mo asked, looking into Aspen’s eyes as she upped the pressure of her fingers, adding another as she danced up and around her clit.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Aspen groaned, laying her head back as she closed her eyes. “Faster.”
Mo complied, loving the sights and sounds her ministrations were producing.
She focused on consistency and Aspen’s face, leaning up to take pressure off her arm and focus on the task at hand.
Mo loved the way Aspen squirmed, her hair splayed in all directions, her breasts lightly bouncing with her movement.
Mo experimentally dipped her fingers lower, and Aspen immediately moaned and bucked her hips.
“Oh, God yes,” Aspen cried, opening her eyes before begging, “Inside, please.”
Mo couldn’t refuse, entering her slowly with one finger while her other hand came up to thumb at her clit.
Aspen was soaked, but Mo still went slowly, checking her facial expressions for anything amiss.
Mo tested a few strokes, making sure to lightly skim upward with each pass.
Aspen was undone now, her breathing ragged and her eyes pleading up at Mo.
She added another finger, slowly entering her again with a careful pace.
“Oh my God, Mo,” Aspen responded, her voice low and needy. “Faster, please!”
Mo picked up her pace, making sure to keep to a rhythm, loving how she seemed to be pulling Aspen apart at the seams. Sweat slowly rolled down Mo’s back as she focused, hyper aware of her own throbbing center pressed against Aspen’s thigh.
She kept up her pace, watching as Aspen seemed to slowly creep forward toward oblivion.
As Mo noticed Aspen begin to tense, Aspen opened her eyes, gazing up at her with need.
“I’m gonna come.”