“Yeah…”
“Let me touch you…” Rachel implored.
“Only touching,” Ainsley whispered in response.
Rachel smirked.
“This time,” she said.
Would she ever go down on Ainsley at this time of the month? She didn’t know. She had just said what she had said because it seemed like an incredibly sexy thing to say.
She gently pushed on Ainsley’s shoulder until the blonde was lying on her back and then she snuggled against her, resting her head on Ainsley’s chest while sliding her right hand down Ainsley’s torso. She stopped at that landing strip of curls, playing with them as was her wont.
Beneath her, Ainsley was trembling and her hips were already rocking in anticipation.
“God, you’re on fire, baby, aren’t you?” Rachel whispered, her clit pulsing at how anxious and needy Ainsley was. Rachel felt that sense of power again. Ainsley wasn’t tied down or otherwise restrained and yet Rachel knew that she was in complete control of this woman. It was such a turn-on.
“Yes…” Ainsley murmured.
“So ask me to touch you,” Rachel whispered.
Ainsley let out a moan.
“Please, Rachel…touch me…”
Continuing to run her fingers along the little strip of curls, Rachel moved her head just enough to take Ainsley’s right nipple into her mouth for a nice hard suck. Listening to Ainsley’s moans, Rachel’s center filled with more arousal and her own nipples instantly got rock hard.
When she released the nipple with a pop, Rachel finally slid her fingers further down and gasped when she encountered her girlfriend’s erect clit.
“Oh fuck!” Ainsley exclaimed, arching her back slightly.
Rachel edged the swollen nub, drawing circles around it with her middle finger, wanting to take her time, wanting Ainsley to fall to pieces with unreleased desire. Ainsley’s clit seemed larger than normal for some reason.
“Wasn’t it silly of you to not let me do this a couple of days ago?” Rachel whispered.
Ainsley grunted. She was rolling her hips, obviously trying to get her clit directly under Rachel’s finger, but Rachel was expertly avoiding these maneuvers.
“I want to be able to touch you even when you’re on your period, Ainsley,” Rachel stated firmly. “Understood?”
“Yes!”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Rachel slipped just her middle finger even lower, splitting Ainsley’s folds, feeling the slickness of arousal, wondering if indeed it was all arousal but being so turned on by now that she didn’t care. Her finger encountered the tampon string leading from Ainsley’s entrance. Rachel wrapped it around her finger, unwrapped it, wrapped it around again, fascinated by this new experience, not at all repulsed by it, not at all feeling uneasy. Instead, the way Ainsley’s moans increased in volume, the way her back arched again, the way she grabbed her left breast and pinched her own nipple was making Rachel delirious with want and need.
Rachel experimentally tugged on the string the tiniest bit and Ainsley whimpered sexily, hungrily. So she tugged it again. Not enough to begin removing it; just enough to make it felt inside Ainsley, who gasped.
“Ah…oh fuck…”
Rachel slid her middle finger back upwards and gave Ainsley what she was waiting for. No more teasing, no more holding back, no more gentleness. With a firm touch and fast oscillations of her finger she attacked Ainsley’s clit mercilessly. Meanwhile, she felt her own thighs getting wetter and wetter with all of the arousal leaking out of her. She wanted to touch herself but her position made it impossible and so she just focused on pleasuring her Ainsley, this woman whom she would get to do this to no matter what time of the month it was.
“I always get to touch you,” she growled. “Understood.”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
“And why is that?” Rachel purred.