Chapter 31 And What They Do in It #2
Morgan’s fingers parted Heidi’s lips, and she stroked around and over her sex with the lightest of touches.
Heidi gasped. That barely there touch sent quivers down her thighs, and the heat built in her abdomen.
She clenched her stomach muscles and resisted the urge to press her legs together, trapping Morgan’s hand. “Please. Harder.”
“Impatient.” Morgan’s voice hummed.
“I need to come…”
“You will. Soon.” The light touch circled Heidi’s clit, and she shuddered, closing her eyes.
Around and around Morgan’s touch went, soft touches on her labia, a firmer pass over her clit, then back to the gentlest of strokes. When a finger dipped inside, the smallest penetration, Heidi couldn’t help herself.
Her hips thrust forward. “Fuck me. Please.”
And then Morgan did. One finger, two. She pushed into Heidi all the way, then withdrew to slide in again. There was no friction, Heidi was so wet, so aroused, so close to coming.
Morgan started a steady rhythm. Heidi responded, her body a thrumming pulse of desire, pushing up, tightening her inner muscles on every thrust. And when Morgan’s thumb brushed the side of her clit, Heidi gasped. “More. Keep doing that.”
Every thrust, every stroke of her clit, brought her closer to the edge until, with a gulp and a shout, her eyes squeezed tight, her inner muscles spasmed, and she came in convulsive waves that went on and on.
When she thought she was done, a further brush of Morgan’s fingers on her clit brought a final small peak.
Her muscles went limp, her body dissolving into the afterglow.
Morgan withdrew her fingers and shuffled up the bed to kiss Heidi again. “Seems you can’t follow orders entirely, but that’s okay.”
“Fuck. Fuck me dead, that was incredible.”
Morgan’s eyes crinkled as she smiled down at Heidi. “You’re not dead. You’re very much alive.”
“I can’t move. You’ve killed me. Death by orgasm. It’s a good way to go.”
Morgan leaned in and kissed her once more. “I’m glad.”
“I’m not.” Heidi heaved herself up and dragged Morgan down to lie facing her. “Because this is only half of it.” She kissed Morgan, sinking into the kiss, into Morgan’s sweetness, remembering her dominance. “You’re going to come too. Tell me how you want to come.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Tell me what you like. I’m yours.”
Morgan stilled briefly before she said, “Use your fingers on my breasts. Soft circles. Around and around my nipples.”
Heidi complied. Morgan’s small breasts were firm, no sag, not even when she lay on her back. Heidi circled, delighting in the soft skin, as satiny as Morgan’s underwear.
“Now kiss my nipple.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
The ache in Morgan’s voice tugged at Heidi’s belly. She kissed the pink nipple, and it peaked under her tongue as she circled, then took it in her mouth, tugging gently on the nub. Her fingers slid over to the other one, and tongue and fingers worked in tandem.
Morgan sighed, and her hand slid into Heidi’s hair. “Lower.”
Heidi lifted her head. “Lower?” She couldn’t stop the anticipation in her voice. Lower, between Morgan’s legs, where she so wanted to be.
She kissed a trail down Morgan’s belly. Flatter than her own, with tiny hollows by each hipbone. Heidi kissed each one before working along the elastic of Morgan’s panties in a string of kisses.
“Take them off.”
Morgan lifted her hips, and Heidi hooked her fingers into the edge of the panties and tugged them down and away. She threw them onto her own discarded jeans and returned to Morgan.
Blond curls glinting with moisture overlaid Morgan’s mound. Without waiting for instructions, Heidi trailed her fingers along Morgan’s inner thigh, over the dampness between. “Can I lick you?”
“Mind reader.” Morgan’s voice, taut with need. “Do it.” Her fingers twisted the sheet.
“Say please.”
“Please.”
Heidi settled on her stomach between Morgan’s legs.
God, she was beautiful. And aroused. With her fingers, she parted Morgan’s lips, exposing the glistening opening.
The urge to taste pounded in her head, and she gave in, lowering her mouth to cover Morgan’s sex, running her tongue up one side, down the other.
A flick of her clit, a dip into her opening, before returning to repeat.
“Harder. Please. I’m already so close.” Her thighs tensed.
Heidi repeated the movement, but when she covered Morgan’s clit with her lips and sucked, Morgan bucked, her hips leaving the bed.
“Oh God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She twisted, her thighs shaking, as she tried to push herself on Heidi’s mouth.
Heidi lapped, dragged her tongue up one side of Morgan’s clit, twirled on the tip, then covered her entire clit with her mouth once more and sucked with firm pressure.
Morgan keened, an ascending moan of pleasure. Her hips jerked.
Heidi pushed a finger inside, and the flutters of Morgan’s orgasm turned into spasms of pleasure. A gush of tangy fluid and Morgan’s movements subsided.
Heidi withdrew her finger and, with a final kiss to Morgan’s clit, lifted her mouth. Her hand and chin were soaked.
“Sorry,” Morgan said. “For making a mess.”
“Don’t be. That was the most sensual thing. I love that you can let go so completely.”
“I don’t. Not normally. It’s you, Heidi. You’re a very accepting person. It’s…freeing.”
Accepting? Heidi frowned at the implication.
Had Morgan’s obvious pleasure in sex become muted over the years, suppressed by partners who couldn’t take her uninhibited responses?
“I love how you are.” She wiggled up the bed to lie beside Morgan, one hand over her stomach.
“Please don’t ever censor yourself with me. ”
“You didn’t give me much choice.” Morgan’s smile echoed in her voice. “I haven’t come so hard in a long time.”
Heidi trailed sticky fingers over Morgan’s stomach. “Are you done?” The buzz in her own belly grew again.
In answer, Morgan turned and kissed her, and her fingers found Heidi’s breast.
It seemed neither of them was done.