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Authors: Meghan O'Brien

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“Delicious.”

Dana didn’t answer, too concerned with the incredible teasing between her legs. Laurel moved her mouth across her inner thighs, delivering gentle nibbles along the creases on either side of her aching pussy. She smiled up at Dana with flashing blue eyes as she worked, poking her tongue out every now and again to swipe at sensitive skin.

Dana schooled her breathing. She didn’t know if she would survive the night.

Laurel hummed as she pressed her lips against the tuft of hair shielding Dana’s throbbing clit, providing just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch her back in anticipation. Dana threaded her hands in Laurel’s thick chestnut hair, thighs trembling at what was about to happen.

Laurel lay her hand on Dana’s stomach and met her eyes. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

Dana nodded fast, opening and closing her mouth a few times without managing to actually form any words. She tightened her fingers in Laurel’s hair, then groaned when Laurel planted another kiss on her soaked curls.

“Are you ready?” Laurel’s eyes were bright and alive, full of obvious pleasure.

Dana opened her mouth to answer in the affirmative, but all she could manage was a quiet moan that turned into a gasp when Laurel bent slightly to blow a stream of air over her overheated pussy. The breeze raised her nipples into even harder points, wrenching a pained grimace from her.

“Please, kiss me,” Dana pleaded. There was no hesitation. She was beyond being afraid to ask for what she wanted.

Laurel planted another gentle kiss between Dana’s legs, pressing her nose into her curly hairs. Retreating, but keeping her lips mere inches from where Dana needed her most, she mumbled, “Like that?”

Almost against her will, Dana raised her hips to try to force more contact. “Kiss me…harder.”

Laurel lowered her mouth and pressed firm lips to the same spot, teasing Dana’s clit with the promise of her attention, but the kiss was still muffled by hairs that absorbed the caress. “Harder like that?” she asked.

Dana tightened her hand in Laurel’s hair again, resisting the urge to force her face between her legs. “God, Laurel, please—”

Laurel moved her hands so she could spread Dana open, exposing her wet, swollen need, and lowered her face to trace the tip of her tongue along her labia. Dana cried out in surprise at the exquisite sensation.

Laurel lifted her face. “Like that?”

Dana nodded, frantic for more. “I’ve never…I’ve never felt anything like—” She tugged on Laurel’s hair, urging her back. “Please…please.”

Laurel dragged the flat of her tongue up the length of Dana’s sex, unleashing a whole new wave of wetness that Dana was sure Laurel had to feel on her chin. Drawing away for only an instant, Laurel said, “You’re so beautiful, Dana. Thank you for this.”

And then she settled in to feast.

Dana’s mouth fell open and stayed that way, fists tightening and toes curling, when Laurel covered the engorged flesh of her pussy with her whole mouth. Her body tensed at the intimate kiss, so much more intense and all consuming than she had imagined it would be. Her hands loosened in Laurel’s hair; she was boneless beneath the tender assault, and she lacked the strength to exert her will in any way.

She surrendered to Laurel, body and soul. She became more vulnerable than she had ever been before, and infatuated with the heady bliss of giving herself over to Laurel completely. Moaning, she was all instinct and no thought at all.

Laurel’s tongue played Dana with casual skill, lapping up and down her ridged flesh and slick wetness. It teased lower, circling Dana’s tight opening, pressing inside only slightly before withdrawing with a sensuous wiggle. Laurel kept her palms pressed against Dana’s inner thighs, holding her open, and she moved her head up and down, back and forth, as she worked her over with lips and tongue.

Dana cradled Laurel’s head with both hands, cursing her thighs for trembling uncontrollably with the pleasure of it all. Laurel wrapped her arms around her thighs and held on, moaning loudly when Dana pumped tentative hips into her face, seeking release. Laurel allowed Dana to thrust into her mouth as she licked and sucked her pussy.

“Yes, Laurel, yes…yes,” Dana gasped. She planted her feet on the blanket, seeking leverage as she continued to move her hips in rhythm with Laurel. “Yes, please, yes.”

Laurel opened her mouth wide, sliding her tongue in large circles over Dana’s throbbing clit.

The pleasure was so intense that Dana’s body almost didn’t seem to know where to go with it, how to break through that final barrier to mindless release. She hovered on the precipice for what felt like hours, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she sought that last caress that would push her over the edge.

She found it when Laurel brought one hand up and pinched her nipple hard, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, still licking, then sliding her lips up and down the length of Dana’s distended clit.

Dana cried out and arched her back, holding Laurel’s head tightly to her, still pumping and thrusting. She was not at all silent when she came. She wailed and keened incoherent pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her body. She endured the rush of sensation as long as she could, desperate to experience every last bit of it, but finally had to push Laurel away with shaking hands.

“Wait,” Dana sobbed. “Wait, I…” She remained limp in Laurel’s arms until the oral assault ceased, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her eyes burned with emotion brought on by all the feelings Laurel stirred in her, and crying was the only way to relieve some of the pressure inside. “My God, I—”

Laurel kissed her way up Dana’s abdomen, over her belly, and brought both hands up to curl over Dana’s shoulders in a tender embrace. Her mouth left a wet trail along Dana’s ribs, her right breast, her shoulder and neck and chin. Laurel pressed her slick tongue into Dana’s mouth, sharing a flavor Dana had only hesitantly sampled before that moment. She tasted delicious on Laurel’s mouth.

Laurel cradled Dana in her arms, kissing her for long moments before withdrawing with a tender smile. “That was amazing,” she whispered, brushing the back of her hand over Dana’s tear-dampened cheek. “Dana, honey, you were wonderful.”

Dana clung to Laurel’s shoulders, burying her face in her soft, warm neck as she continued to cry. Laurel eased her arms around Dana’s back, holding her close. She whispered into Dana’s ear.

“I’m so glad I met you tonight. So, so glad you gave me a chance, that this stupid elevator got stuck. It felt so good to touch you, to taste you. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten so turned on tasting a woman before.”

Dana’s tears slowed at Laurel’s quiet words, then stopped altogether. She tightened her arms around Laurel, cleaving to her supple body as her heart rate began to slow.

“Thank you,” Dana mumbled against Laurel’s neck. “That was… that was…”

“It was,” Laurel agreed, rubbing her hands over Dana’s shoulder blades. “You taste so sweet.” She paused, then dropped a light kiss on Dana’s lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m crying,” Dana murmured, bringing one hand to her face and swiping at the drying tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Laurel relaxed into a cocky leer. “Because I’m
so
good. That’s why.”

Leave it to Laurel to make me feel okay about even this display of emotion
. Dana brushed dark hair away from Laurel’s face. “You’re right, that must be it.”

Laurel shifted so she could stretch out beside her. She kept one arm curled under Dana’s back and reached down with her other hand to stroke the oversensitized flesh of her abdomen.

Dana sucked in a startled breath. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to make you come again.” Laurel dropped her hand between Dana’s legs, slipping her fingers down to find Dana’s swollen clit. “If I’m going to make love to you, I’m going to do it right.”

Dana’s breathing grew ragged again.
Ah, yes. The difference between sex that involves a man and that which doesn’t. Instant replay.

She took stock of her body, trying to decide whether she could withstand another shattering orgasm.

“I promise to leave you in one piece,” Laurel murmured. She nipped at her earlobe, rubbing her fingertips over Dana’s labia. “But you’re not done yet. I need more.”

Dana wasn’t about to argue. She let her legs fall open for Laurel’s hand and braced herself for more. “You can have whatever you want.”

Laurel brought the tip of one finger down to probe at Dana’s opening, tracing gentle circles around the impossible wetness that coated her. “May I go inside?”

Dana didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” she whispered, then exhaled as she schooled herself to relax.
It’ll feel good,
she told herself, trying hard to let go of the memory of the last time someone had been inside her body.

Laurel will make this feel good.

Laurel pushed the slippery length of her finger inside Dana with a soft groan, the penetration filling but not stretching, gentle and controlled. Dana closed her eyes and whimpered at the feeling of surrounding Laurel with her pulsing flesh.

“Feel good?” Laurel whispered. She drew her finger back an inch or so, then thrust it in deeper. She kissed Dana’s temple, poking her tongue out to trace her hairline. “You’re so nice and tight around me, Dana.”

Dana opened her eyes and held Laurel’s intense gaze. She blinked, overcome and wanting more. Raising her hips to meet one of Laurel’s slow thrusts, she whimpered, “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not going to stop.” Laurel’s thrusts remained steady, moving deep inside Dana’s pussy. “I won’t stop until you come all over my hand.”

Dana bit her lip so hard that she was sure she was drawing blood.

She tightened one fist on the blanket and moved her other arm further around Laurel’s shoulders. Breathing heavily, she spoke in time with Laurel’s deliberate strokes. “Try…another…finger.”

Laurel pulled back to the entrance, then pressed inside with more. She slid in deep, moving so slowly that Dana could feel every millimeter of torturous progress as blunt fingertips scraped against her inner walls. Dana cried out, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, desperate to be taken.

“Still feel good?” Laurel whispered, giving her a brief kiss on the mouth. Her hand maintained its steady motion between Dana’s thighs, long fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, still excruciatingly slow.

Dana gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she struggled with her rising need. “F-faster.”

Laurel’s fingers picked up speed, angling upward to rub at Dana’s inner walls firmly. “Like that?” When Dana closed her eyes, hesitating and breathing hard, Laurel whispered hotly into her ear. “I like hearing what you want. I like knowing that this feels good for you. Talk to me.”

Dana tried to contend with her hazy thoughts, uncertain that she even remembered how to speak. She licked her lips, then cried out when Laurel began stroking a spot that made Dana ache with desire.

“Yes, like that.”

“Are you going to come for me?”

Dana released a loud yelp of pleasure when the pad of Laurel’s thumb came to rest on her clit, and rocked her hips to meet the firm thrusting of Laurel’s fingers. “Yes!” she cried out, though she couldn’t remember the question she was answering.

“Come for me, Dana,” Laurel whispered into her ear. Her hand moved in perfect rhythm, fingers penetrating, thumb rubbing, robbing Dana of all coherent thought.

Dana gave voice to her release in a litany of gasping, loud words, curses, tearful gratitude, and reverent recitations of Laurel’s name.

Laurel tightened her arm around Dana’s back as she came, pumping her fingers until Dana slammed her thighs closed on her arm. Stilling her motion, she kept her fingers buried deep as Dana regained her breath and shuddered at the aftershocks that racked her whole body.

“You’re hot,” Laurel murmured, and wiggled the tips of her fingers where they rested inside. “And you make me feel like some kind of sex goddess, coming like that.”

Dana groaned, grasping Laurel’s wrist in her hand. Extracting her carefully, she croaked, “That was all you, darling. You earned it.”

Laurel wiped her wet hand on the blanket then tugged her into a tight embrace. “So that was better than what’s-his-name?”

Dana snorted. “Who’s what’s-his-name?”

Laurel sighed, tracing careless patterns over Dana’s stomach and chest with the tips of her fingers. “Do you want to go out for our date on Sunday night?”

Dana smiled, understanding the non sequitur perfectly. “I’ll pick you up?”

“Perfect,” Laurel said, and rested her cheek on Dana’s breast.

“Ready for a nap?”

Dana blinked in surprise. “Nap? Are you nuts? I want to…” She hesitated, trying to choose the appropriate word. “Touch you.”

Laurel picked her head up and batted her eyelashes at Dana. “You want to…what?” she asked with an air of mischief, as though she knew what Dana had almost said.

Dana felt her heartbeat pick up. “I want to…fuck you. And lick you.”

Laurel exhaled shakily. “Maybe I’m not so tired after all.”

H
OUR
E
LEVEN
—5:00 A.M.

Y
ou know you’re going to have to help me if I do this completely wrong, right?”

Laurel laughed as Dana sat up and straddled Laurel’s hips, settling on top of her. “I doubt you’ll do anything completely wrong,” she murmured. “You don’t seem totally ignorant about sex to me.”

“But I am totally ignorant about making love to a beautiful woman.” Dana traced her fingertips along Laurel’s defined collarbone.

“You didn’t mind what I said before…about fucking you, did you?”

Laurel tilted her head. “Mind?”

“Well, I guess it’s not a very tender word, right?” Dana shrugged, feeling sillier as she kept talking. “I mean, I know you’re pretty open about this stuff, but—”

“Honey, we’re having sex, not performing a religious ceremony,” Laurel said. “It’s supposed to be fun. I like tender, but making love doesn’t always have to be romantic and slow and mushy.”

Sweet relief filled Dana’s chest. All right, so she hadn’t committed a faux pas. Yet. She lowered her body and bent her head, kissing Laurel’s erect nipple. “Okay,” she mumbled, sucking the hard flesh between her lips and testing it with her teeth.

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