together, the smell of their arousals thick in the room. Their frantic moans
and gasps for air sliced through the silence. Christina’s tongue claimed
Taylor’s. She never stopped kissing her, deeply, erotically, frantically.
Taylor already felt like she was swimming through some deep waters,
caught by an undercurrent and tossed about, and then Christina’s hand slid
between them. Her fingers grew slick and wet from their arousal and she
gently moved the pad of one of them against Taylor’s clit.
Taylor moaned and angled her hips in invitation. Christina slipped two
fingers inside Taylor, filling her completely. Christina rocked against her
own hand, against Taylor, thrusting, touching herself, filling Taylor over
and over. Taylor arched herself back, thrusting her hips into Christina’s
touch, greedy for more.
It was only a matter of seconds before Taylor felt the climax hit. It
washed over her with blinding intensity. Her whole body trembled as she
stiffened and cried out. Her sharp sounds of pleasure were swallowed up by
Christina’s mouth. Christina removed her hand as Taylor started to come
down, and then, after touching herself for just a few seconds, Christina
pulsed and cried out as her own climax hit. Taylor clung to her, kissing her
deeply, swallowing up those sexy moans and whimpers.
They trembled against each other, enjoying the aftershocks of their
combined climax. Taylor had never experienced anything like it. Christina
kissed Taylor sweetly, nibbling at her lips like she was going for dessert
after the main course. Their bodies were hot and sticky. Taylor knew that
she should say something, but all she could get out was one strangled word.
“Wow,” she groaned as she stroked Christina’s thick dark hair. The
strands were damp around Christina’s forehead. Taylor shivered as another
aftershock lazily unfurled through her limbs. “That was— just— um—
wow.”
“Yeah,” Christina agreed. “It was.”
Taylor giggled. She was aware that she sounded like a giddy teenager,