“You’re going the right way to get fucked through my mattress.” I switched to the other side, sliding my hand along her waist, but I suddenly found myself on my back with her leaning over me, her voice firm. “Lou, I mean it. I’m close to shoving my fingers so deep in your cunt that we’ll wake the neighbors.”
I blinked up at her, my voice quiet with embarrassment. “You can touch me too, if you want.”
Apparently, her willpower was gone, because she didn’t argue again.
She shoved my shirt up my body and instantly started nipping and sucking at my nipples as one of her hands moved between us, slipping into my panties. The moment she reached my core, she paused, lifting her face to smirk at me.
“I don’t even need to warm you up. You’re fucking soaked.”
“Do I, um. Do I need to warm you up?” I asked awkwardly, but she leaned down to place a kiss on my lips before replying.
“Let me make you feel good tonight, then, if you want to try more another time, you can repay the favor. Deal?”
I nodded, letting her drag my panties down my legs. I tensed as she shuffled down the bed until her face was right in front of my pussy, her warm breath fanning across my damp skin. I panicked at the thought of her seeing me so closely. What if it looked weird down there? She’d seen a lot of pussy, and I could help but feel self-conscious about it.
I jerked as her tongue lightly brushed my clit, a breathy moan leaving her. “So fucking perfect.” Then she tongued my pussy, dragging the flat of her tongue up to my clit to tease it before dropping lower again.
I grabbed the pillow beside me to bury my face in it, but she reached up and snatched it, sending it flying across the room. I flinched when she started pushing her fingers inside me and it burned a little, her movements pausing as she looked up at me.
I hated how she studied me, trying to see inside my head, so I forced myself to relax and reminded myself it was Riley. I just had to be honest with her, and she wouldn’t push me past my limits.
“Is this okay?” she finally asked as she crawled up my body more, not pushing any deeper as she toyed with my entrance, her thumb brushing my clit. “And don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear what I do to you.”
“But someone might hear us,” I squeaked out, her face remaining serious.
“Good. I want them to. You didn’t answer my question.”
I’d liked the idea of just kissing a little, but her fingers and tongue had felt good on my pussy. I wanted her to make me come, and I wanted to touch her too. I doubted I’d be any good at it, but I wanted to try.
“It feels good, we can keep going. Can you be gentle though?” I mumbled, reaching out to toy with the tips of her hair that teased my stomach.
“I’m either going to hell or I’m God’s favorite and this is a reward,” she answered, pulling her fingers from inside me to slide them between her lips. My heart hammered as I watched her taste me, her eyes never leaving mine as she removed them and dropped them to my pussy again.
I sucked in a breath as she eased her wet fingers deeper, my nipples tightening as she continued to watch me while slowly pumping them in and out of me. If anyone else did this, I’d be uncomfortable, but Riley made me feel like I was the one in charge, and I liked it. I hadn’t felt like that before.
She kept the pace slow before leaning down to kiss my chest, her tongue teasing my nipples every so often, then she lifted her head to kiss me. I hesitated before running my hands across her back, pulling her closer as she whispered my name. Shivers ran down my spine at the tenderness in her tone, a moan leaving me without permission.
I parted my legs further, lifting my hips as she went deeper and started nibbling down my throat. I took her breasts in my hand, hoping I wasn’t fumbling like an idiot, but she didn’t seem to care.
I grew braver, sliding one of my hands down between us and slipping it into her panties, a curse leaving her as I rubbed at her clit. It felt wrong. Not in a bad way, but I’d only ever done this on myself before, so it felt backwards. I was uncoordinated, but I found the right speed that worked for me, only fucking it up when tingles started forming inside me from her magical fingers.
I didn't recognize the sound of desperation that left me, and Riley tugged my earlobe between her teeth with a groan.
“Grind on my hand, baby. Don’t worry about me.”
She was curling her fingers inside me in the most erotic way, and I rolled my hips to rub my clit against her palm. My movements were jerky and probably really unattractive, but I was so close that I didn’t care.
My muscles locked up as the sensations became stronger, and I completely abandoned her clit, arching off the bed the second the tingles turned into crashing waves of pleasure. I let out a loud moan that was more like a scream, my hands fisting the bedding as she continued to lazily fuck me through it, and it wasn’t until she slowed to let me recover that I realized she’d been staring at my face the whole time.
My cheeks flamed, but she raised an eyebrow, startling me as she lightly slapped my pussy. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I panted as I went to tug my shirt down to cover myself, but she forced it back up, laying over me to stop my movements, worry in her gaze.
“Don’t hide from me. Are you regretting this?”
Her voice wavered with uncertainty, and I quickly shook my head, relief instantly taking over her face as she relaxed. “No, of course not. You’ve just been with lots of girls and—”
“And they mean nothing to me,” she said sharply, cutting me off. “You’re the only person I’ve touched like this that I give a fuck about. You have no idea how stunning you are, Lou. No one else compares to you. If you don’t know that, then your boyfriend’s not doing his fucking job right.”