Chapter Seventeen #3
“Please,” Mo begged, leaning down as far as she could without breaking her tempo. “Please, come for me.”
As if on command, Aspen let out a guttural cry, and immediately Mo felt her pulse around her fingers.
Mo stopped her movement but left her fingers inside, riding out Aspen’s orgasm as she leaned closer.
After a few moments of watching pure ecstasy cross over Aspen’s features, Mo slowly slid her fingers out of her, slumping in a pile next to her.
“Well, fuck,” Aspen gasped, her breathing still quick.
“That was amazing,” Mo added, rolling so her body was halfway on top of Aspen’s. “More than amazing even. Incredible.”
“Incredible?” Aspen giggled, turning to meet Mo’s gaze. “I haven’t even shown you anything incredible yet.”
“I don’t know, watching you come undone like that…” Mo grinned devilishly before letting out a hearty laugh. “Seemed pretty incredible to me.”
Aspen rolled her eyes endearingly before shifting, pushing Mo onto her back, her hands immediately finding purchase over Mo’s nipples. Mo’s laugh caught in her throat as Aspen expertly cupped both breasts, her mouth moving to Mo’s collarbone as she mounted her in one motion.
“Oh,” was all Mo could say, her smugness quickly shifting to pleasure as she felt Aspen suck in the skin at the nape of her neck.
“Do you like that?” Aspen asked, one of her hands now trailing goose bumps up and down Mo’s front.
“Yes.” Mo nodded, craning her head to watch as Aspen tweaked one of her nipples.
The pleasure sent a sharp jolt down to her center, and she let her head fall back, closing her eyes as Aspen worked her magic.
Mo loved that Aspen seemed right at home with her body, taking her time to kiss and suck along the free skin of her neck and chest. Just as Mo bucked upward, seeking any kind of friction against her center, Aspen pulled her own hips away, instead kissing her way underneath Mo’s small breasts and along a jutting rib.
“May I?” Aspen asked softly, shuffling down Mo while kissing along the flat expanse of her stomach.
Mo swore her own wetness doubled at the request, and she found herself nodding wordlessly, unable to vocalize her approval.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” Mo finally got out, receiving a moan of approval from Aspen in reply.
Mo’s eyes slipped closed as Aspen’s mouth explored along her waist, kissing and nipping as she went.
Aspen situated herself so her arms slid under Mo’s thighs, her mouth lazily kissing up and down the inner skin of Mo’s thighs but never over where she wanted her.
Frustrated, Mo let out a growl and lifted her hips off the sleeping pad, hoping Aspen would hurry.
“See? Patience isn’t as easy as you thought.”
“Do as I say not as I do,” Mo clapped back, thrusting her hips up again.
Aspen nipped a tad harder at Mo’s inner thigh but kissed closer to her center, feathering them lightly on her outer folds. Mo groaned deeply when Aspen’s tongue slipped between, drawing lightly up to her clit then back down to her entrance.
“Shit,” Mo hissed, her eyes slamming shut as she pressed herself against Aspen’s mouth.
Aspen explored her for a bit before adding more pressure, circling Mo’s clit in a tantalizing motion. The pleasure was immense and was quickly ratcheting up, especially after it had been built up under Aspen’s teasing. This was going to be quick, but by God, it was going to be fantastic.
“I’m already so close,” Mo warned, her hands coming down to thread lightly in Aspen’s hair. “Please.”
Aspen raked her tongue down, dipping inside her entrance before coming back up to her clit. Then, with what felt like practiced ease, Aspen used the right amount of pressure as she pulled her tongue up and down in a motion that was quickly driving Mo over the edge.
Before she knew it, her orgasm had built close to the peak, and she fought every muscle in her body to not clamp down too hard on Aspen’s head.
Within mere delicious moments Mo’s orgasm hit, and she bucked against Aspen’s tongue.
A low moan escaped her lips as she rode Aspen’s face, taking in each precious wave as they hit her square on.
After what felt like hours but was barely even a minute, Mo was brought back to the present by a wet kiss from Aspen.
She groaned, finding herself becoming aroused again at the taste of herself on Aspen’s lips.
“You are a goddess,” Mo said, pulling Aspen down on top of her, loving how warm and soft their bodies felt pressed against one another.
“You were right.” Aspen grinned, kissing the side of Mo’s jaw as she settled her weight against her. “Incredible.”
Mo chuckled, the word rolling around in her mind as a familiar feeling swelled in her chest. She turned to meet Aspen’s pleased gaze, and she wanted to say it.
To give that sprouting swell of emotion a voice.
But Aspen’s eyes were almost glowing under the minimal light in the tent, and the words caught in her throat.
So instead, Mo shot Aspen a lopsided grin before catching her lips in another deep kiss.
This was all they would be. Right?