Taylor made that strangled sound again in place of words.
Christina ran her fingers over Taylor’s panties. She let out a growl of
her own when she realized how damp they were. Taylor shifted. She
reached down and started to tug them away. Christina helped her, pulling
them off and sliding them down Taylor’s legs.
Taylor was shy after, but she slowly parted her legs when Christina ran
her hands up her thighs. Taylor was smooth, and even in the near dark,
Christina could see how glistening wet she was. Christina knew that if she
didn’t taste her there, she’d probably lose her freaking mind. She positioned
herself there, and Taylor shuddered.
“Is this alright?”
“Yes. I just— are you sure about it?”
“Oh yes. I’m definitely sure.”
Christina knew that she should have taken more time, slowed herself
down, but she couldn’t help it. She tasted Taylor fully, from top to bottom,
swirling her tongue through her folds to gather the sweet moisture there.
Taylor’s whole back curled off the bed and she slapped a hand over her
mouth to keep herself from making a sound. The smack echoed through the
room. Christina paused, but Taylor wriggled underneath of her and
Christina tasted her again.
Taylor trembled beneath her and Christina did it again, tasting her from
top to bottom. Taylor was perfect. Sweet and sultry. The taste of her flooded
over Christina’s tongue. She lapped at her eagerly, dancing away from
Taylor’s entrance, just barely brushing over her clit. She could feel Taylor’s
wetness dripping down her chin, and it was so hot that Christina felt herself
purse violently between her legs. She grasped Taylor’s shaking thighs and
laved her with her tongue. She paid more attention to Taylor’s clit, flicking
it gently, dancing away, circling it even more slowly. Taylor thrashed
beneath her, squirming wildly.
“Please,” she begged. “Christina…”