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“No, no.” Her fingers were amazing, but not quite good enough. “I can handle it, I swear.”
“There’s no rush, baby.” She looked up at me seriously. “I can wait.”
“I don’t want you to.” I paused as something occurred to me. “Unless you’re a pillow princess after all.”
“Go to hell, Tara.”
She dove between my legs, and my body went stiff. I shouldn’t have toyed with her, I wasn’t ready—and yet, as her tongue flicked against my clit, a shudder went through my core.
“Oh,” I whispered, my fingers threading through her hair. “Ohhhh.”
I was tense—but in a good way. The tension rose as her tongue spiraled and wove on my pussy. There were nerves, yes, but also the beginnings of an orgasm. My hands shook—fear, or pleasure? Maybe it was both. Maybe the one heightened the other, made it better.
Electricity jolted between us. Our connection had never been so intense. It felt like she was reading exactly what I needed, and then doing it. How could she be so amazing when it was her first time? The question teased me, the answer slipping out of my reach.
The tightness in my core had forgotten it was supposed to be anxiety. The climax was coming closer, and as my hips bucked and shook, all I knew was sheer raw pleasure.
“Oh, God.” I clung to Chelsea’s head as sparks rocketed through my veins. “Oh… my…God.”
Her tongue swiped and swirled, painting intricate designs on my center, sending electric shocks through my body. I didn’t even know what was happening anymore—only that I was completely and utterly at her mercy.
I was already tighter than ever before, my core tauter than a guitar string. As Chelsea went all in, her lips and tongue doing unbelievable things to my folds, the tension came to a peak. I teetered on the edge, clinging even harder to Chelsea. If she stopped right now, I might just die. To think I’d ever been afraid of this! I didn’t know how I’d ever lived without it. I wasn’t even done, and I was already thinking about how soon we could do this again.
That was my last thought before blinding lights appeared before my eyes and ecstasy overcame me. I rode the shuddering waves—or they rode me, because I wasn’t the one in control. It went on for what felt like an eternity. Time disappeared, and all I knew were the violent tremors and the sound of my own moans.
At last, Chelsea came up for air. I lay still, my eyes reluctantly opening. As my heartbeat began to slow, I wrapped my arms around her and she lay on top of me.
She pressed a kiss to my collarbone, eliciting another shudder from me. “Pillow princess, huh?” she asked.
“Hmm. Yeah.” I took a huge breath, then slowly let it out. “I’m not convinced yet. You might have to prove yourself some more.”
“I hope you mean that.” Her eyes glittered. “If not, I’m about to call your bluff.”
Her hand drifted down to my center, and the first brush of her fingers made me spasm. How was it possible that my flesh was ten times more sensitive than before?
I squirmed, considering if my body could even take another orgasm like the one she’d just enticed out of me. It would be too much. I should just say no, let her call my bluff—but as her finger circled my clit, the flames from before licked anew in my core.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’re not tired?”
“Not in the least. I’m making up for a long wait, after all.”
She was still rubbing me, watching my face hungrily. I could believe her when she said she wanted to keep going, and yet I still felt bad. “It’s just that it’s my first time,” I said. “It won’t always be like this. I won’t be so—insatiable.”
“Be as insatiable as you want to be.” Her lips curved up as she slipped down between my legs. “I’m just going to eat my heart out.”
And for the next three or four hours, she did just that.
27
Chelsea
The entire night was like a dream. After thinking I’d lost Tara, we were closer than ever. I pleasured her as passionately as I possibly could. I’d been wanting her all this time, yes—but more importantly, I had to show her how grateful I was that she’d given me another chance.
I said a silent vow to not stop until she stopped me—and as the night ebbed and waned, her climaxes just kept coming. She hadn’t exaggerated when she’d used the word “insatiable.”
Eventually, though, her body was exhausted, her desire tapped. I came up beside her and put my arms around her, pressing kiss after kiss to her face. The darkness outside said it was the middle of the night, but I wasn’t sleepy. There was a lot I needed to know before I could even think of rest.
“The ‘after’ is over,” I told her. “Now, tell me everything.”
