Chapter Twenty-Two #2
She flawlessly slipped out of her shorts and underwear, then slid a hand between her thighs to cup her sex.
She was as wet as she’d predicted. Her clit throbbed, swollen and needy between her slick lips.
She parted them with two fingers and began tracing slow, deliberate circles around the pulsing nerves.
Her breath hitched at the first glorious contact.
Across the room, Tobin’s hands drifted down her abdomen, slowly making their way to the apex of her thighs.
Grier could see a dark stain blooming across Tobin’s satin panties, the wetness darkening the plum fabric.
When Tobin pushed the edge aside, Grier’s mouth found its moisture, salivating at the sight of her soaking center.
She watched as Tobin ran her fingers from her entrance up through her slit, bucking when she reached her clit. The air thickened with the scent of her arousal, and Grier’s composure began to fracture.
Grier continued to stroke herself, her other hand gliding over her abdomen and breasts, adding friction and pressure where she knew it would intensify the pleasure pulsing between her legs.
Her eyes grew heavy as she watched Tobin mirror her movements, their arousal building in tandem.
She licked her lips unconsciously, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth before letting it slip free.
Tobin caught the motion, and the subtle twitch of her mouth told Grier she liked it.
Tobin hummed appreciatively. “What other senses do you want to use to experience my body, Grier?”
Grier closed her eyes, letting herself simply feel—her own skin, the rhythm of her breath, the tight coil of need building inside her. When she opened them, Tobin was watching her. Waiting. Baiting her, masterfully.
“I want to taste you,” she commanded.
Then, gentler—almost reverent—she added, “Please… let me taste you.”
Tobin stilled her movements. Slowly—teasingly—she withdrew her hand from her panties, lifting it in front of her face. She spread her fingers, revealing the slick sheen of arousal glistening between them, then painted it lightly across her lips.
Grier couldn’t suppress the feral cry that tore from her throat, craving Tobin’s fingers at her own mouth.
As if reading her thoughts, Tobin approached. Grier froze, still kneeling on the bed. Tobin dragged her thumb across Grier’s lips, and Grier instinctively darted her tongue out at the contact. Tobin followed it back into her mouth, slipping her thumb past Grier’s lips.
Grier greeted it, wrapping her heat around it, savoring the first taste.
Tobin pulled her thumb out, and just as Grier began to whine in protest, Tobin replaced it with her mouth.
The moment their lips met, Grier’s whine tuned into a moan as she tasted Tobin for the first time.
“What else would you like to taste?” Tobin murmured seductively.
And just like that, Grier’s carefully crafted composure fragmented.
“I want to taste you,” she repeated, panting between kisses. “I want to feel your pulse as it thrums in your clit.”
Tobin captured her tongue between her teeth just as she finished pleading.
“Please,” Grier gasped, begging.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Tobin whispered into her mouth, releasing her. She chased it with her own tongue, stroking the roof of Grier’s mouth as she moaned expectantly into it.
Grier reached for the tie still dangling from Tobin’s neck and used it to pull her down on top of her. She kissed Tobin softly at first—slow, deliberate—before rolling them swiftly, straddling Tobin’s stomach as she righted herself.
She rocked there, savoring the way her wetness spread across Tobin’s supple stomach, relishing the sound of her arousal. She slid lower along Tobin’s torso until her feet touched the floor.
In one fluid, powerful motion, she grasped Tobin’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, kneeling as she moved, aligning the apex of Tobin’s thighs with her chest.
She paused, closing her eyes and inhaling the heady scent of Tobin’s arousal—the moment she’d dreamed of. When she opened her eyes, she found mesmerizing coils of green and gray irises staring back at her, not a trace of hesitancy within them.
“You’re sure?” she asked.
Tobin smirked, her voice a rasped command: “Make me come in your mouth, Cinderella.”
Grier leaned down to place a gentle, inquisitive kiss over the dark patch that had bloomed across Tobin’s underwear. She licked it, then blew a hot, shuddery breath over the moisture. Tobin’s thighs quivered, goosebumps erupting across her skin.
Grier kissed an inner thigh, then the other, using her thumb to tease Tobin’s heat through the satin fabric.
Tobin moaned above her, spurring her on. “Grier!” Her name, a command.
Grier chuckled softly at her impatience. As much as she wanted to continue teasing her, they’d both waited long enough. She ran her fingers along the waistband of Tobin’s underwear and tugged them down, exposing her dripping folds.
She ducked down, placing a gentle kiss at the top of Tobin’s slit, and darted her tongue inside. Tobin was hot and sweet—soft as velvet. They moaned together, and Grier felt her own wetness intensify.
She slid her tongue between Tobin’s folds, dragging slowly from the top of her clit to her entrance. Tobin bucked at the extended contact and instinctively squeezed her thighs together.
“Baby, you have to stay open for me.” Grier gently coaxed her legs apart again, shifting one over her shoulder so Tobin’s foot dangled along her back.
“Sorry,” Tobin gasped between short, ragged breaths. “It’s, um… it’s been a minute. I forgot how sensitive I get.”
Grier gently kissed her slit again, thoroughly pleased with the chills she elicited from Tobin as she strained against the urge to close her thighs.
“I know.” She loosed a hot breath at Tobin’s entrance. “But I’m going to make you forget about that for a while. I’m going to remind you about what it means to feel like a woman.”
She placed an authoritative palm on Tobin’s abdomen and pushed her into the mattress. Tobin complied, and Grier shifted her hand to Tobin’s hip bone, pinning her there while using her elbow to both open Tobin’s legs and brace against any further attempts to close herself off.
She placed light, open-mouthed kisses over Tobin’s center, licking her own lips as she pulled away, Tobin’s wetness coating them. The anticipation was nearly breaking her.
She wrapped one arm under, then around Tobin’s thigh, and used her fingers to part her folds, exposing her glistening center.
The sight of Tobin—pinned beneath her, dark, wet, and throbbing—made Grier tremble with arousal. She redirected that energy into a firmer hold on Tobin, channeling it into a powerful play of control. She had been waiting for this.
Tilting her head just enough, she looked up the length of Tobin’s tight body until she found her eyes. She held her gaze, offering Tobin one last chance to stop her.
Grier wanted to watch Tobin. She wanted to see Tobin unravel as she devoured her—to see the moment she surrendered, body wracked with pleasure, until she finally, gloriously released.
Tobin’s green eyes darkened and her lids hooded. Grier closed the distance between them, laying her flat, hot tongue along Tobin’s entrance and stroking upward in long, languid sweeps—each pass firmer than the last.
Tobin watched from above, subconsciously trying to close her thighs in a battle between instinct and surrender.
Grier laved her pulsing center, sucking and nibbling, darting her tongue deep inside and relishing the way Tobin gripped at her.
Knowing that Tobin was watching herself be fucked—watching Grier inch her closer to pleasures she hadn’t tasted in years—sent waves of heat through Grier’s body.
She felt compelled to deliver an oral performance like none before. She wanted to fuck Tobin into euphoria—and she wanted Tobin to watch her while she did it.
Her tongue tipped slow, deliberate circles around Tobin’s clit, and when Tobin jerked and bucked at a particular spot just above her hood, Grier stayed there.
Tobin’s entire body pulsed beneath her touch, and every sound and movement she drew from her was like kindling to Grier’s fire.
She was close to climaxing herself, her own body fluttering as she brought Tobin to the edge of her orgasm.
Their eyes remained locked on each other.
She pressed her tongue harder over the spot Tobin liked, lips twitching into a brief grin as she felt Tobin clutch the sheets for support.
“Ye—” Tobin gasped. “Yes—Grier—right… there!”
Her voice escalated and pitched, the sensations rising from her core to her throat.
Tobin stopped breathing above her, teetering on the edge of climax. Grier continued to tongue her, angling her head to bring her lips into better position. She pulled Tobin’s hardened clit into the space between her top lip and teeth—and sucked.
Tobin threw her head back, finally breaking their locked gaze, and erupted.
A garbled chorus of choked cries and thrashing breaths poured from her as she toppled over the edge, detonating beneath the pleasure of Grier’s artful ministrations. Grier released her nerves from between her lips and gentled her strokes, riding with Tobin through the peaks of her ecstasy.
She expected Tobin to remain incoherent for long minutes after her release—so when Tobin suddenly wound her legs around Grier’s back and hauled her up, Grier yipped in surprise.
“Wha—“ she started, but the sound dissolved as the air left her lungs. Tobin nestled her face beneath Grier’s throbbing center—and proceeded to devour her.
While Tobin ravenously reciprocated the artful strokes of Grier’s earlier devotion, Grier rocked herself against Tobin’s mouth, the sensation intensifying her already charged pleasure. Tobin’s climax alone had nearly undone her—she wouldn’t take long.
Grier gritted her teeth as her core spasmed, spreading her knees wider to lower herself, offering everything.