Suddenly, Rachel sprang into action and was now lying atop Ainsley, their breasts pressed together.
“Hi!” Ainsley said.
“Hi.” Rachel purred. “I bet you are drenched!” And she brought her hand down between them and then gasped when she touched Ainsley’s pussy. “And I was right!” Rachel said, looking at Ainsley with smoldering eyes as her fingers played among Ainsley’s folds.
Ainsley moaned. She could feel her center streaming her excitement out and Rachel just playing with it.
“My turn,” Rachel said, beginning to slide down Ainsley’s form. “You know how much I crave this.”
That was true. Ainsley had learned that Rachel loved going down on her. And now, when Rachel’s mouth and tongue made contact with all that liquidness below Ainsley’s waist, Ainsley arched her back and succumbed to what was nothing but pure pleasure.
Rachel started by kissing Ainsley’s clit. Ten or so short pecks which nonetheless jolted Ainsley with an electric joy that made even her nipples tingle. Then Rachel went lower and now her tongue was probing inside Ainsley and the nerve endings at the very beginning of her passage went wild with pleasure. Ainsley could feel her arousal sloshing around inside her as she rocked her hips in time with Rachel’s tongue, Rachel humming like she always did, which turned Ainsley on even more. She had never had a lover who hummed like that simply because she loved the taste of what was streaming out of her. Maybe it was because Rachel was still new at all this. Whatever the reason, hearing a woman make such sounds was an incredible turn-on!
Two fingers slid inside, Ainsley by now knowing what two from Rachel felt like, also knowing that unlike most women, Rachel slid hers in one-on-top-of-the-other style rather than side-by-side style and then turning them sideways once inside her.
“Fuck! You taste so fucking good!” Rachel muttered before her tongue went back to work among Ainsley’s folds.
“Rach!” Ainsley gasped.
She felt Rachel push the fingers in deeper and then spend a few moments circling her swollen clit with her tongue before finally wrapping her lips around and sucking it with purpose and meaning.
Ainsley’s back arched more at this sensation and she clutched the sheets tighter, letting out a groan.
And then Rachel curled those two fingers inside her and—bam!—her G-spot was pressed!
Ainsley’s eyes shot open and she started coming hard, a high-pitched squeal keening from her open mouth. Her pussy clutched at Rachel’s fingers and her clit jumped in Rachel’s mouth. The orgasm was an explosion and it felt to her as if she might actually burst open with pleasure.
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Rachel must have known there was a second one right there, waiting for its turn to make Ainsley lose her mind because she didn’t let up. She kept pulling on Ainsley’s clit and she kept those fingers inside doing their job on Ainsley’s G-spot and seconds later Ainsley was rocked hard by the second climax.
“My fucking…RACH!...Fuck!...Fuuuuuuck!”
It felt like it would go on forever. When one burst of pleasure erupted, another was right behind it, then another behind that one. On and on it continued until gradually her core ran out of steam and those bursts of pleasure lessened in intensity and frequency, leaving Ainsley a panting and contented mess of a woman whose extremities felt numb.
When Rachel came up to lie beside her, Ainsley, after swallowing a couple of times to get her throat working properly, said, “Proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Rachel chuckled and nipped at Ainsley’s shoulder.
“I am,” she confirmed.
“Why are you so good at that?” Ainsley then asked.
“Am I?”
“You are, trust me.”
Ainsley did the math in her head. The very first time Rachel went down on a woman—Me, thank god, she thought—was on Valentine’s Day. That was only nine days ago! Yet what Rachel was able to do with her mouth between Ainsley’s legs…
Fast learner…
Rachel rested her head on Ainsley’s chest, just above Ainsley’s left breast.
“I don’t envy you all this packing,” she said after a moment. As she spoke, little puffs of her breath tickled Ainsley’s nipple, hardening it.
Ainsley, taking a look around her bedroom, didn’t envy herself either.
It was Sunday morning and they were in Ainsley’s condo in San Diego. Ainsley had spent the past week after her shifts at the hospital packing up her stuff, preparing for the move to Carlsbad. If everything went well, she’d be able to do that the following weekend. She already had the keys to her new house and had even, bit by bit, taken a few smaller boxes of belongings to the house and then staying with Rachel at her place afterwards. She had also already scheduled movers for Saturday. But there was still so much to do. Even though her bedroom and other rooms of the condo now were littered with packed boxes, she knew she had only scratched the surface. In fact, deciding that she needed to get serious about vacating this place, she had cleared her surgery schedule for tomorrow and Tuesday, resolving to spend those days packing what she was keeping and donating what she wasn’t.