Page 121 of Whirlwind

When Nina started pushing back against her, she set up a firmer rhythm, squeezing the fleshy bud between her two fingers.

Angel wanted to be inside her. Not just to make her feel good, but to have the intimacy of delving inside this most beautiful, sacred place.

She slid her thumb lower, checking that Nina was wet enough. If she wasn’t, they could certainly stop for lube.

But she was. Damp and soft.

Angel flipped her hand around to keep her thumb working while she pressed two fingers together. She entered slowly, exploring and circling until Nina pressed back to ask for more.

Sliding into her went beyond the eroticism of the moment, capturing it and almost transcending it.

She wanted to fuck Nina one day, too. Cock hard and pounding into her.

But for now, this was perfect.

She set up a new rhythm, one that had Nina sucking to the same beat while she thrust inside her and dragged her thumb over her clit, digging in now to the sensitive tip with each swipe.

Her sweet girl was tossing and moaning, arching up so that the buoyant softness of her breasts swept over Angel’s bent leg.

Angel unbent her knee. If she could just get the right position… there. She angled her toes to sweep over Nina’s nipple each time that she pushed herself back, drawing a deep moan from Nina’s lungs. She had no mobility or control with her toes, but she didn’t need it.

It was magnificent watching Nina chase her own pleasure, taking what she needed from everything that Angel gave her.

Angel added a third finger, slowly and then with hard thrusts to meet Nina’s rapid rhythm.

She was just so tight and wet, so beautifully open to every way that Angel wanted to touch her.

Angel could tell she was close, now. Every muscle was tensed, her pace frantic. Her mouth opened in an inarticulate wail and she buried her face against the sole of Angel’s foot, breath heaving as she shuddered.

Angel drew back her hair, which had fallen over her face. She wanted to see everything. She needed to soak in every tremble that shivered down her back, those half-closed eyes and parted lips.

She stroked her free hand down Nina’s back, keeping the other one nestled deeply inside. It was almost like… holding her. Angel’s palm cupped Nina’s delicious folds, while Nina held her in turn.

Nina languorously pulled her mouth from Angel’s foot, giving it one final kiss. She looked happy and sated, maybe even proud of herself.

Angel was sure as hell proud of her. For being so strong in embracing her submission. For asking for what she wanted and letting Angel give it to her.

They rested that way until Nina started to shift and Angel reluctantly withdrew her fingers, covertly wiping them on her own thigh.

When they untangled, Nina pushed herself up and squirmed into Angel’s lap. Angel liked how she was claiming her place, like she had every right to be there. She was sweaty and flushed, and Angel dropped gentle kisses onto her forehead.

“Let’s get some sleep, babe,” Angel whispered against her ear.

They hadn’t made any promises to each other, and now wasn’t the time to talk.

Nina murmured something happily and let herself be shifted down the bed. She grumbled when Angel got up to take care of a few things and turn off the lights, but sighed happily when she returned.

She was already half asleep, lax and heavy when Nina wrapped one arm around her.

In the dim moonlight, she watched Nina breathe, the slow expansion of her ribs under that smooth skin.

Angel wasn’t ready to let this go.

She still needed to memorize all of those freckles.