She rectified that by tugging at Morgun’s shirt. Morgun helped too, in between hot, frantic kisses. When her shirt was off, Laney attacked her bra. It was lace and had no underwire, and it was easy to slip over Morgun’s head, so she got it off without tearing it to bits like she wanted to. Laney had never felt so desperate. She was willing to chew through that lace just to get it off Morgun.
Morgun’s breasts were perfect. Two pale globes with rosy nipples. Laney was sorry she hadn’t taken time to appreciate them the last time they were together. She was sorry she hadn’t taken more time with Morgun. That she’d taken so long to get here.
“Want to taste you,” Morgun demanded. Her hands started tearing at Laney’s pants. “Can you take these off?”
“Yes.” Yes, she very well could. Yes, she wanted to. If she didn’t, she might physically implode within a very short amount of time.
Laney rolled off Morgun and quickly shed her pants. She ripped her panties off too, because they were just in the way.
Morgun made a noise of desperate appreciation and Laney flushed at the desire in Morgun’s eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Sure, women had appreciated her, they’d looked at her with desire, but not the way Morgun was doing. Morgun looked beyond her body. She looked inside her. Into the spots that Laney never allowed anyone else to see.
Laney shivered. Not just because she was turned on.
“I need to taste you,” Morgun whispered thickly. “It’s only fair. I didn’t get to last time. I’ve been thinking about it ever since then.”
“Jesus,” Laney groaned.
“Come here.” Morgun crooked her finger. “Please.”
“How?” Laney waited for direction. She never waited for direction. She was very much a take charge kind of person.
Morgun leaned back against the pillows. “Just come here.”
Laney nearly fell straight over when she realized what Morgun wanted. She flushed and hesitated, but eventually she did move. She let Morgun guide her as she straddled her chest. She guided her up, up until she could tuck her arms under Laney’s legs. Laney leaned forward and set her palms on the cold wall above the headboard.
It was an extremely intimate position. In all her experience, she’d never done this. She’d never been so open before. She might be on top, but she wasn’t in control. She was giving that up, and it was hard until the first pass of Morgun’s tongue. Then, Laney forgot all about being slightly uncomfortable or embarrassed, and just let herself enjoy it.
Morgun was really, really good with her tongue. She explored all of Laney, flicking it along her seam, her entrance, her clit. She gathered the beads of moisture there, humming and groaning at the taste, before she worshipped Laney with her tongue. Laney couldn’t not grind into Morgun’s face. It was an automatic reaction for her hips to buck wildly. Her fingers clawed at the walls.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned.
Morgun curled her fingers in response and traced Laney’s seam. She mewled and rode Morgun’s tongue, rode her face, shamelessly. Because god, it felt so freaking good.
Morgun circled and flicked Laney’s clit with her tongue and Laney was ready to jump out of her skin and leave her body altogether. At the same time, Morgun slid two fingers inside Morgun and that was all it took. It might have been record time for her, but she was done. The climax came over Laney, startling her, rocking her with its violent intensity.
Suddenly the room was bright. Behind her eyes there was an explosion of color and her body was rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. She rode Morgun’s fingers, her walls spasming around them. She twisted and gyrated on Morgun’s face and Morgun kept pace, her tongue doing wicked things to Laney’s clit so that she kept coming and coming. The pleasure never stopped. All Laney could do was pant and strain through the unyielding waves.
“Holy…holy fuck!” she panted after she could finally speak again.
“It was pretty amazing from this end too,” Morgun said, tone raspy and husky.
Laney knew that if she didn’t get Morgun all the way naked now, that if she didn’t taste her, touch her, explore every inch of her body, pleasure her, make her thrash and scream and moan right freaking now, she might just explode. Laney slid down until she was straddling Morgun’s hips.
She tore at Morgun’s clothes, ripping away pants, socks, panties, until Morgun was completely and wonderfully naked.
“Holy shit,” Laney gasped. “You’re so…freaking gorgeous.”
Morgun blushed again. “I, well, thank you.”
“You’re amazing. So sexy. So beautiful.”
Morgun laughed, but she didn’t protest.
It was the truth. Morgun was gorgeous. Glorious. Totally feminine with long, shapely legs, a beautiful curve to her hips, and perfect, pert breasts. All sprawled out on the bed, she was a goddess. A glorious goddess painted with the glow from the hall.
She was the most beautiful creature that Laney had ever seen. The urge to photograph that beauty, to capture it, did occur to her, but barely, as a passing thought she didn’t even giv
e consideration to. The lens would never be able to properly account for Morgun’s sensuality, her beauty, the flush on her skin, the anticipation, the scent of arousal permeating the room around them.