Page 52 of Not Just Gal Pals

Giddy with desire, I increased the intensity of my tongue on her clit and moved my hand faster. I wanted her to come so bad, so hard. I’d always enjoyed pleasuring my partners, but the gratification I was getting from going down on Jenny was next level. So this is what seventeen years of pent-up lust finally being released feels like.

Jenny grabbed my hair, and again, I thought I might come just from her heat and wetness, her sounds, and the knowledge she was almost at the edge.

And then her thighs were trembling, and she was arching her back and spasming on my fingers, and yelling, “Fuck, yes!” I kept going, riding out her orgasm, not wanting it to end, until she batted my head away, still shuddering from aftershocks.

“Enough!” Jenny said, laughing.

I disentangled myself from her legs, suddenly aware the arm I’d propped myself up on was aching, and peered up at her, sweaty and breathless.

She looked down at me, pink-cheeked and smiling.

“Come up here, you. That was incredible.”

Chest expanding at Jenny’s glowing review, I clambered up to her, and she pulled me in for a gentle kiss before pushing me on my back and straddling me.

“Well, hello.” I grinned up at her.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Jenny responded, smiling back, before leaning down for a kiss.

“I’m so turned on right now,” I murmured, hoping Jenny would get the hint I didn’t need a lot of foreplay.

“You need to learn patience, remember?” Jenny said, smirking.

Jenny took her time, teasing my neck and breasts with kisses, licks, and gentle bites, until I was squirming with need. She placed one of her legs between mine so at least I had something to grind against. Which I did. It was both thoroughly enjoyable and also thoroughly frustrating.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, that I might need to beg and plead with Jenny to make me come, Jenny shifted her weight onto her left arm. Watching my expression, her face only inches from mine, she trailed her right hand down my body and between my legs, her fingers gently circling over my clit, dipping down to my entrance, and back again. Jenny, her eyes now locked on mine, seemed to be staring into my soul. Good lord, I’d forgotten just how intimate sex could be. In between kissing her, I ran my hands over the smooth curves of her back and side, reaching down a few times to grab her butt. Damn, I love touching her.

“I want to go down on you. Is that okay?” Jenny murmured near my ear, sending nerve endings firing.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Without stopping the magic her fingers were working, Jenny made her way down my body, stopping every so often for a kiss or a lick, before settling between my legs. She paused for a moment, and then her fingers circling my clit were replaced with her tongue, and seconds later, those fingers were sliding in me. I let out a deep breath, relieved she hadn’t made me wait like I’d done.

“That feels so fucking good,” I managed, closing my eyes to focus on the sensations.

Jenny hummed into my clit, dispatching vibrations that made my sensitive nerves tingle, before doing something mysterious with her mouth that felt incredible. My sex-addled brain made a mental note to ask her later so I could try it on her.

Jenny gradually increased the intensity of her movements, pleasure spreading out from the thousands of nerves in my clit across my entire body. Tension coiled within me, and my breath became ragged. Fuck. I was so close.

My body was on fire, about to explode.

Jenny pushed her fingers into me again, and suddenly, fireworks were shooting through me, intense waves of euphoria overwhelming my body. Christ, this has to be one of—if not the best orgasm of my life.

As I recovered, Jenny slowly made her way back up to me, trailing kisses as she went.

“That was amazing, thank you,” I murmured as she reached eye level, pulling her in for a kiss.

She lowered her head, hair a mess, onto my chest and enveloped me in a hug, a happy sigh escaping her mouth. I pulled the duvet up to cover her and wrapped my arms around her.

Deliciously relaxed and cozy, we lay silently, snuggled up against each other. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed this. Vibrators didn’t offer warm, blissful cuddles or make you feel emotionally connected and safe.

“Hey, would you like to stay the night?” I asked softly, a while later, not wanting the day to end.

“That would be nice.” Jenny nestled up against my chest. “I don’t want to leave.”

I didn’t want her to leave either. But I knew she would eventually. Not tonight, but sometime soon. If she didn’t get sick of me before then.

I pulled my arms tighter around her, trying to commit this moment to memory. Jenny shifted against me, sparking something low in my belly, and my mind turned back to more physical matters. I ran my fingers lightly up and down Jenny’s back, testing to see if she was interested. She moved her hand down to the location of that spark, and we were off.