Chapter 10 Aisling #2
Aisling laughed, though she believed every word of it.
Brook snorted. “I lack imagination.”
Aisling arched an eyebrow. “You do not.”
“I lack imagination outside the bedroom,” Brook corrected.
Aisling chuckled.
“But you have enough for both of us. Will it be enough for you, if I’m riding your coattails?”
Aisling pretended to consider. “What if I use you all up?”
Brook grinned, slow and hot. “Oh, would you please?”
Aisling leaned forward and tilted her face upward; Brook met her with a kiss, light and sweet.
Aisling murmured into her lips, “I don’t understand.”
“What?”
“I don’t understand how someone so beautiful can spend so much of their time trying to disappear.” Aisling sat up on her knees. “If I looked like you, I’d make sure everyone knew it.”
Brook leaned back on both hands invitingly. “You don’t look like me, but you are very, very deliciously beautiful, Ash. I assure you.”
Aisling crawled into her lap, straddling her thighs. “Delicious enough that you wake up wanting to watch me get sweaty in my bakery every morning?”
“Absolutely. And help you prepare every evening.”
Aisling settled, tail wrapping around Brook’s calf. “Thank you.”
Brook cocked her head. “For helping you?”
Aisling shook her head. “For letting me see you.”
To her surprise, Brook’s eyes suddenly appeared wet.
Aisling experienced a surge of panic. “What is it?”
Brook wiped her eyes with the back of one hand, laughing. “Being seen always means… duties. Obligations. But with you it just means…”
Aisling leaned in and caught her mouth with another brief but sincere kiss. She understood, and so she said, “Yes. Good. Exactly.”
Brook kissed her again, deeper and hotter right from the start. She wrapped an arm around Brook’s waist, tickled the base of her tail with the other hand, and held her close as they kissed, and kissed, and then kissed some more.
Which was all well and good, but the fire in Aisling’s belly spurred her onward. She pulled back just enough to murmur, “Is it time for me to use you all up?”
Brook huffed out a laugh. “Please.”
Aisling tugged at the hem of Brook’s shirt, lifting it. “I know some things you like… but is there anything else…?”
Brook leaned back to let her pull the shirt over her head. Her face was faintly red as she replied, “Well, I did buy a, uh. Toy.”
Aisling frowned at first, uncertain. Then she realized—she’d seen such things in Copperford but never indulged. Yet. She grinned and went up on her knees again, to get out of the way. “Show me.”
Brook tugged at Aisling’s shirt—which was all she had on, at the moment.
This time, as Brook crawled across the bed to the table, Aisling stripped naked with no hesitation.
She threw the shirt into the pile with Brook’s, and by the time she finished, Brook was back.
She presented her toy, which was surprisingly small, soft but firm, and shaped like an elongated, partially flattened egg.
Aisling gave the thing a squeeze. It vibrated in response. “Oooh!”
Brook bit at her bottom lip. “They said it has a waterproofing enchantment, too.”
“Oh.” And then Aisling giggled. She was already very, very wet just from the kissing. “Good. Have you tried it?”
Brook shook her head. “Not yet. I forgot all about it when I saw you.”
Aisling wasted no time. She pushed Brook gently down onto her back and then crawled between her legs.
She squeezed the toy a little harder, and this time it kept vibrating.
She buried her face in one side of Brook’s long, lovely neck, kissing and licking at it.
And she ran the vibrating toy down the other side, into her armpit.
Brook giggled and clamped her arm down. “Too ticklish!”
“Shame,” Aisling lied, kissing her way lower, into Brook’s well-defined collarbone. She ran the thinner side of the vibrating egg along the side, then underside of Brook’s small, delightfully formed breast.
Brook laughed again but didn’t shy away.
So Aisling continued kissing her way down one side, and applied the vibrator to the other, specifically brushing it over Brook’s nipple until it hardened prettily.
Brook tangled her fingers in Aisling’s hair, holding it out of her face, and gave a little moan of anticipation.
“I never thought about using it there,” she murmured.
“Oh, I mean to use it everywhere,” Aisling assured her. She kissed lower, until her lips brushed Brook’s other nipple, then licked at it. She teased the other with the vibrator.
Brook squirmed under her, rocking up into Aisling’s thigh. Brook’s pussy was warm, leaving Aisling’s skin wet in its wake.
Aisling’s mouth watered. She sucked Brook’s tit into her mouth, flicking at the tip with her tongue; Brook gave an answering thrust and a little moan of pleasure, nails digging into Aisling’s scalp.
When Aisling moved lower, Brook groaned in disappointment.
Aisling laughed into her belly, still kissing her way down, and trailed the vibrator after her lips.
She licked around the shallow pit of Brook’s navel, then lower still.
Brook rocked even more hungrily, trying to rub off on something but finding nothing convenient.
With one hand, Aisling trailed the vibrator around Brook’s navel and then into it.
With the other, she readjusted so she could scoot down even lower.
Her tail flipped upwards, curled beneath one of Brook’s knees, and lifted it so it was up high and pointing outwards, allowing better access.
Then the spaded end of it traced up the soft inside of Brook’s long thigh, all the way to the crease.
Brook shivered and arched her back, making a pretty show of her body, her desire.
For me. How can all this be for me? Aisling wondered but gratefully.
She flicked her tail upwards again and kissed where Brook’s thigh met her body, silky, short curls brushing her chin and lips.
The heat of her drew Aisling in, and carefully, gently, she ran her tongue into the split between her lips.
Brook gasped just as Aisling’s tongue flattened against her luscious, swollen clit.
The sharp taste of sweat, the sweetness of sex, the faint lingering scent of lavender bath oil and arousal made Aisling squirm.
She suddenly wanted to sit on the vibrator herself.
But later. She was delightfully busy now.
She swung her tail upwards, skirting the curve of Brook’s breast, tickling.
Brook took a hand from Aisling’s tail and caught it, then ran the spaded end over her dark, hard nipple.
She gasped, and Aisling grinned into her muff, taking the hint.
She flicked at Brook’s nipple gently, so her skin pebbled.
With her free hand, Aisling traced the vibrator back upwards, applying it to the other tit.
And then she flattened her tongue against Brook’s clit, buried her face in her pussy, and worked it with everything she had.
At first Brook shivered and made little moans, rocking her hips gently.
But then her thrusts grew rough and longer, fucking Aisling’s face needily, leaving her chin and cheeks wet, her lungs breathless.
She needed more.
Aisling readjusted again, and Brook gave a world-shaking moan of disappointment at the brief lack of contact.
But then Aisling curled up at Brook’s side and slid the vibrator down and down, between her legs.
Brook’s hips lifted, and Aisling held the whirring device tight against her.
She used her tail to tease the other tit while she licked at and kissed the near one.
Brook wrapped an arm around her and dug her nails into Aisling’s backside.
The vibrator was wet and a little slippery all too soon, but Brook’s writhing was already desperate; Aisling reveled in the sensations of her pussy throbbing and her body rocking and kept doing precisely what had gotten Brook into this state in the first place.
It was the correct choice. Brook gave a sudden shout, then a moan, and she put her free hand over Aisling’s on the vibrator, holding it in place. She rubbed her cunt against the device and the heel of Aisling’s hand, throbbing and gasping as her whole body shook.
Aisling kept kissing and teasing, but more gently. She used her tail to flick over Brook’s torso, tracing long lines and circles, tickling rather than coaxing. She rubbed her still-wet cheek against Brook’s tit, licking at her and making her shiver.
“Ah… fuck me…” Brook huffed, going limp of a sudden.
Aisling chuckled and squeezed the vibrating toy again; it stopped buzzing.
“We should get one of those that fucks you, too,” Brook said breathlessly.
Aisling kissed her cheek. “Now that should win an Innovation Award.”
“Yes. Yes it fucking should.” Brook wriggled onto her side and kissed Aisling suddenly, sloppily. She closed the kiss off with a little bite, then wrapped a leg around Aisling’s backside. “You’re very good with your mouth.”
“Talking, not so much. But that…”
“Mmm. I like your talking too. I like everything.” Brook sighed happily.
Aisling chuckled again. “You’re a little cunt-struck.”
“Honesty after getting off.” Brook rubbed her nose against Aisling’s. And then, out of absolutely nowhere, she said, “We should stay engaged. Just… because.”
If Aisling hadn’t already been dripping wet, that would’ve done it. “Agreed. Just because.”
Brook grinned. And then sat up, flipped Aisling over onto her back, and squeezed the vibrator to turn it on again.
Prize-winning cakes and pies, and a beautiful, talented, willing fiancee? Suddenly, losing the Innovation Awards to her own stupidity didn’t strike Aisling as all that bad, anymore.
The End