Chapter 31 #3
“No,” Danika says, her voice hoarse. Her eyes drift down Kim’s body.
Over the breasts she now knows, over her slightly curved stomach with the familiar silver lines.
A brown line runs from her navel down. Danika’s gaze traces the line of her full hips, her thighs, curvy with muscle.
Her shins with a soft dusting of sun-bleached hair.
Then up again to the juncture of her legs, where there’s a patch of brown curls.
Danika truly hasn’t thought of pubic grooming for a while.
Oh, in the past, she’s clipped and waxed and shaved, had the landing strip, and suffered the prickles of grow back.
But in recent months there’s been no need, and she hasn’t bothered.
She likes herself mostly natural, just with an occasional trim.
Seeing Kim in seemingly natural glory is a revelation.
Peer pressure, whispers with friends, a giggly appointment with Mirza one time when they both got Brazilians.
She still remembers Mirza’s abrupt, “Oh, fucking hell!” from the next cubicle and her own grunt of surprised pain as the wax was ripped away.
Yet here is Kim, with soft curls that look natural.
Beautiful. Affirming.
Kim pulls her close, and their breasts press together. Kim’s nipples are points of pleasure as they dig into her breasts. What will the rest of Kim’s body feel like against her?
She breaks the embrace, and with clumsy fingers strips off her own skirt, then her undies. Her big toe catches on the elastic, and she hops, inelegantly, balance lost until her knee rams into Kim’s bed, and she tumbles sideways onto the mattress.
Kim laughs. “I guess that’s one way of getting you where I want you.” She leans over Danika, pushes her shoulder until she rolls onto her back. Then she hooks her fingers into the elastic around Danika’s knees and tugs. The undies come away, and Kim drops them to the floor.
She flops down on the bed next to Danika. “Well, here we are then.”
“Here we are,” Danika echoes.
Kim runs her hand up Danika’s calf.
Danika’s glad she at least shaved her legs.
Then Kim’s hand travels higher, up the outside of her thigh, in a slow glide, and instantly, Danika is alight again, all thoughts of shaving and the mundane nature of pubic grooming gone from her mind, replaced by an urgent hammer of lust. She wants to kiss Kim, wants to learn her body, wants Kim to make her come.
Wants Kim between her legs. Wants Kim to fuck her.
She wants.
Everything.
And she wants to give everything, too.
Kim is staring at her, and the want, the yearning, the reciprocal lust in her eyes makes Danika weak. She can’t remember when someone last made her feel like this—like she was the heart and soul of their universe, like she was pure sex, hot, desired, wanted.
But Kim’s heated gaze makes her feel those things and more.
Kim’s hand rests on Danika’s hip. She’s giving her time, she realises, and the consideration is kind but unnecessary. She takes Kim’s hand and moves it between her thighs. Then she clenches them, trapping Kim’s hand there.
Kim inhales sharply.
Danika looks down, over her belly, still slightly concave from the months of inadequate eating, when food just wasn’t important, to where Kim’s wrist is trapped. Kim’s fingers rest against Danika’s pussy, and she knows she is wet, so very soaked, and Kim must feel that too.
Kim wriggles her fingers slightly to free them, and the tips brush Danika’s lips. She releases her thigh clasp. Kim needs to move, after all.
Kim’s fingers brush gently across Danika’s lips again, and the touch is so gentle, so barely there, but equally it’s intense. Danika feels it between her legs, in her clit, although Kim has yet to touch it. But her entire sex is throbbing, and she wants more.
She pushes her hips upward, seeking.
“Impatient, huh?” The smile in Kim’s voice sparkles, and Danika smiles in response.
“I want it all.”
“And you’ll have it.” Kim’s fingers withdraw until they’re just barely brushing over Danika’s lips. “Tell me what you like.”
“Right now, there’s nothing I don’t like, as long as it’s you.” The words sit thickly in her mouth, slurring almost, with the force of her want. Has she just given Kim carte blanche to do whatever she wants? She has. “I trust you.”
“I won’t abuse that trust.” Kim’s fingers move in a gentle back and forth. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“Unlikely.” Her clit pulsates with a heavy, insistent beat.
Kim sits back, her fingers falling away from Danika’s sex.
She groans. “Please…”
Kim simply smiles and leans in to kiss her, long and lingering. Then a kiss to each breast, a swirl of her tongue around each nipple.
Danika closes her eyes, but it doesn’t make a difference.
Kim is there, behind her eyelids. Her tanned skin, lighter where the sun doesn’t touch, her plait, her breasts, hanging pendulous, so exquisite.
Her breath is hot and damp on Danika’s nipples, and the rustle of bedclothes as she shifts position sounds loud, as loud as her breath.
Kim’s fingers caress Danika’s other nipple, gently pinching it, and it’s as if lightning shafts down from Kim’s fingers to Danika’s clit. It’s intense. It’s wonderful.
It’s not enough.
She’s one big energy pulse, building to what she knows will be a supernova.
Kim moves down the bed, her mouth dragging a lingering trail over Danika’s belly. Her fingers strum lightly, and her thigh moves over Danika’s.
She twitches restlessly, but Kim seems in no hurry. She touches Danika’s hip again, smoothing a palm over the bone, over her stomach, feathering through those untrimmed curls. Then lower.
Danika parts her thighs, tilts her hips in invitation. Will Kim fuck her with fingers, with a toy? Her tongue? She sucks a sharp breath.
And as she does so, Kim’s fingers start playing with her in earnest. Her fingers slip through Danika’s wetness, dipping one inside, swirling the moisture, coating Danika’s lips with it.
Danika has never been this wet, this ready. She knows that deep down. Oh, she’s been ready in the past, begged for it, wanted it, but she’s never wanted it this much, as if she will curl up and cry, or curl up and die, if she doesn’t come soon.
A fingertip. That’s all that’s inside her. She clenches on nothing, then relaxes, encouraging Kim without words to push inside her.
And then Kim does, in one smooth glide that’s soft yet purposeful.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
Danika can only nod.
Kim starts to thrust, to fuck her and with each push, her thumb nudges Danika’s clit.
“More,” she gasps. “Fill me. Please.”
Kim adjusts her position, and now there’s two fingers nudging at Danika’s entrance. Two fingers pushing inside, curling up, seeking, pushing, thrusting, the heel of Kim’s hand bumping, pressuring Danika’s clit with every thrust.
And it’s incredible. Magical, and she’s going to come so hard any second.
“Come for me,” Kim whispers, her voice husky.
And Danika does. Her orgasm spreads in a wide spiral that starts in her pussy, her clit. It encompasses her belly, her nipples tingle, her skin burns, and she throws her head back hard against the pillow and shrieks her pleasure to the room.
And it’s not over. Even when she’s stopped shouting, Kim still moves inside her, although in a gentler, smoother rhythm.
Danika’s pussy twitches, then clenches again around Kim’s fingers.
Slowly Kim withdraws, then thrusts in again in one hard stroke.
Another withdrawal, and this time, Kim concentrates on Danika’s clit, stroking the side exactly as she likes—how does she know?
—until Danika shudders her way through a second orgasm, sharper than the first, a series of jagged peaks that hits deeper, fiercer.
“Enough,” she says, when it seems Kim will continue. “Please, no more.”
“No more now?” Kim asks, her voice a complacent purr. “Or no more ever?”
“Give me five minutes.”
Kim laughs and moves up the bed to settle herself next to Danika. “The countdown has started.”
“You’re incredible.” Danika’s body drifts down from its peak of pleasure. She turns to Kim and kisses her, and her palms smooth their way to Kim’s breast, finding her nipple hard, a puckered nugget. “What do you want?”
“You think I’ve finished with you?” Kim hums. “That’s only two minutes.”
“Maybe. But I’m no pillow princess.”
“I’ll let you make good on that. Later. Right now, it’s still your moment. After all, I want it to be so good, you’ll come back for more.”
As Kim’s fingers start a downward quest, Danika already knows she will be back.