I closed my eyes at the sensation of her lips and her tongue delicately meeting mine. The urge to fuck her was too strong and I lowered myself onto her, meeting her heatand her wetness with my own. The contact was everything and overwhelming.
She moaned.
I think I did too.
When I rocked onto her, I had to stop kissing her for a second as my full focus was drawn to the urgency of our connection. I wanted to kiss her everywhere and run my hands all over her all at the same time. To take her nipples in my mouth and gently nip and suck. But I couldn’t break the connection that had happened so quickly. Pressing and rocking into each other, we built and built, her hands gripping into my lower back, moving all over my ass, and her fingernails digging in. I clenched my muscles and rubbed myself over her wetness. We became fraught with a desperate need for each other, breathing hard.
I came to my senses.
I couldn’t let either of us come just yet.
Rona had to be savoured.
I pulled away.
She made a noise that signalled disapproval. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” I whispered.
I lifted her t-shirt over her head as she sat up to let me do it. Her breasts were creamy white. Her eyes were dark and alive with curiosity and desire. “Rona, you’re so beautiful.”
She ran her fingertips down the centre of my chest and over my abs, stopping just below my belly button. She looked at me like she wanted to devour me. Everything we’d shared this week clicked into place. It was also physical, and apparently mutual.
I held her eyes while lowering her onto her back and running my hands over her chest, breasts, and tummy.
She arched her back, subtly, and I lowered myself onto my knees between her legs, and inhaled. “You smell so good.”
Rona exhaled, eyes full of desire and want. “Lily, please,” she breathed. “I need you to fuck me.”
I took her clit in my mouth, and she gasped. Gently, I stroked her with my tongue, unable to believe this was happening between us tonight. I wanted to make her come so hard.
Rona squirmed under my lips, begging for more while I restrained myself from moving too fast. This was an extremely delicate moment. I caressed her hips with my fingers as I licked and teased her clit, her muscles already shaking beneath me.
My own clit throbbed between my legs. I touched myself. I was so wet.
The house was quiet. Rona was being quiet, letting out the smallest of barely audible moans only.
I brought my fingers to her entrance, teasing them up and down her soft and wet folds while I continued to fuck her with my mouth.
I slid two fingers inside her, finding heat and desire clench around them and then relax, inviting more.
She moaned a fraction louder as her back arched. “Lily,” she whispered, desperately.
I slid another finger in, going deeper this time.
Her breathing became uneven and her muscles tensed, her thighs shaking beside my head.
I focused on her soft moans, and what she seemed to like best. Slow and intense. Time disappeared as I gave her my undivided attention. My heart pounded. Her juices tasted divine.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and covered it while she came, hard, her walls clenched around my fingers with force. She was magnificent as she came, powerfully and silently.
The tap on my shoulders signalled she’d had enough. I dabbed some of her juices off my mouth, savouring her delicious scent. I went up to her side and put my arm around her as she recovered.
My back had become a little sweaty and there was some light perspiration in between her breasts. Her chest was flushed and her cheeks were pink.
We looked into each other’s eyes, holding the most intense amount of eye contact as the silence stretched on between us. There was something in her eyes that said to me this was important to her, and I understood because I felt the same.
Rona smiled after a while, softly, tugging at the edges of something very tender inside me. “Top marks, Sharpe.” Her voice was low and quiet, still keeping the noise down from the rest of the house.
