Page 8 of Our Bodies, Our Choice

“Holy shit!” she purrs fervently. “Right… there.”

Her back curves up from the wooden tabletop and her fingers find my hair, threading through my soft curls, tugging tightly.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” I growl from the deepest part of my throat, allowing the vibrations to ripple over her sensitive core.

Her thighs begin to tremble and shake, strangled moans of ecstasy growing louder as the moments pass. Matching my moans of lust and unrestrained need for her so perfectly they both merge into one, perfect symphony.

“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go for me,” I croon.

As her thighs begin to constrict around my neck, so do her fingers in the tight tendrils of my black hair. She’s crying out in pleasure and I’m fucking ecstatic that I’m the one to give it to her. That I’m the one she trusts enough to have her first experience with a woman.

“Nora, fffuck…” She grits her teeth and releases a guttural moan from her throat.

Gripping her knees, I widen her legs. Moving her right, boot-clad foot to the edge of the table, I remove my mouth from her pussy and stand, crowding her body. Her whimpers of woe make me smile—my girl is so needy, and I can’t wait to watch her fall apart. I brace my left forearm beside her head on the table and curve my hand under the back of her skull.

Without wasting any more precious time, I slide two fingers inside her pussy, feeling the narrowness of her core contract around my digits. Curving them up, I begin to stroke that perfect spot at the exact angle to have her screaming my name.

“Holy FUCK!”

“So tight,” I whisper against the curve of her neck, groaning at the sound of her voice becoming more high-pitched with every stroke I give her. Tilting my head slightly, I look at the tortured expression on her face. Her features telling me she’s eager to last as long as she can, but she’s desperate to come.

“Open those beautiful eyes, baby. Look at me,” I beg her, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circles and fingering her in unison. Her lids pop open, displaying those ocean blue eyes that I’ve come to adore so much.

“Can I touch you?” Her pleading words crack me instantly. Offering her a simple nod, she lifts her hands to the waist of my jeans, popping the button through the loop and jerking the zip down as quickly as possible.

Wrenching both my jeans and boxer shorts down with her thumbs, I widen my legs some and pull her into a more seated position while still giving myself enough room to keep touching her.

I watch as she licks three of her fingers, and I smile. “I’m wet enough for you; there’s no need for that.” I wink.

A gentle blush creeps up her cheeks as she grins widely in response. “I want you” —her fingers press against my pussy, instantly finding my clit, and I moan at the contact, pressing my forehead against hers— “to come with me.”

Sky rotates her fingers to match my speed perfectly, extracting beautiful, heavy breaths from my chest. Not to mention sounds I didn’t think were possible.

Nobody touches me.

Ever.

It’s the way it’s always been.

My pleasure comes from only me, or watching others experience it. A ‘no touch top’ if you will.

But for her, shit, for her, I’ll give her anything she fucking wants.

I’ve never heard myself moan unless it was from giving pleasure to others, so when the sound of my breathing changes to a raspy groan, I can’t help but let the words roam free. “Fffuuck, Sky. That’s… Jesus Christ, there. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Hooking her fingers around the back of my neck, she pulls me flush to her, crashing her lips to mine. Absorbing my every moan, swallowing them down instantly the same way I do with hers. Our kiss is rough, aggressive, and in this moment, it’s absolutely carnal.

“Look how wet you are for me, Nora,” she mewls, curving her fingers to my hole, and before I know it, she’s gliding them inside me, thrusting into me from below with a swiftness that matches my own.

“Christ… Fuck, that feels… Holy shit, Sky… don’t stop.” Now I’m the one begging, my voice jumping an octave. “Make me come. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” she breathes, causing my eyes to pop open and stare straight into hers. “You always have been. Because… because I love you too. I’ve just been too scared to say it.”

Her words are hoarse, but they fill the room and my heart with a happiness I never knew I could feel.

In that moment, everything comes to a standstill, and I’m lost for any words that could explain the validity of what she just told me. So I let her have her moment of rendering me speechless.

My orgasm begins to build higher; her face contorts as she vigorously holds onto her own. “I’m so close,” I tell her. “Wait for me.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she grits her teeth and the moment she curves her fingers to the perfect fucking angle, I lose it. “Now!” I cry out. “Come with me now!”