Page 25 of Not My Problem

“Hot fudge sundae for the win,” she joked.

I kissed her again, walking her backwards until her legs connected with the mattress. She sat down and I followed her, straddling her legs without breaking the kiss. We sat like that for several long moments, me on her lap kissing her breathless. I slid my hands between us, stroking the outside of her pussy, but I couldn’t get good access in this position, so I slid off and gestured toward the middle of the bed.

Zoe complied with my silent order, shifting until she was flat on her back in the center of the mattress. I climbed up after her, snagging a pillow and putting it underneath her head.

“Thanks.”

I stretched out on top of her, this kiss slow and leisurely, as if we both thought we had all the time in the world. Then I kissed my way down her body, starting with leaving little kisses along her jaw, then her collarbones, then the swells of her breasts. I lingered there, sucking one nipple into my mouth and pinching the other with my fingers before reversing the sides.

When her nipples were hard points and Zoe was making impatient little sounds in the back of her throat I kissed my way across the softness of her belly and down the inside of one thigh. I pushed her legs open wide, settling between them, taking a few seconds to look at her. Her pussy was neatly shaved and glistening with arousal.

“So pretty,” I whispered.

“Gretchen!”

I smiled at the impatience in her voice but gave her what she wanted, spreading her lower lips open with my fingers and flattening my tongue to lick up and down her channel. I went deeper and a little rougher with each stroke, and soon Zoe was rolling her hips up to meet me. When her fingers tangled urgently in my hair I licked inside her opening and started fucking her with my tongue.

She made a garbled sound that I think was my name, but her thighs were pressed against my head so hard I could scarcely hear her. Her inner muscles were fluttering against my tongue, telling me that she was close.

Shifting slightly, I slid one hand up her body until I found a breast, catching the nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm tug while I continued thrusting my tongue inside her body.

Suddenly she stiffened as if someone had hit the ‘reset’ switch, and then she was thrashing beneath me as her orgasm hit. She made a wailing sound that I could hear clear as day, making me smile against her pussy.

When her spasms slowed I lifted my head, noting how her entire body was flushed pink. Zoe’s eyes were closed, her face slack as she tried to catch her breath.

“Wow.”

I didn’t move from between her legs. I gave her a couple of minutes to come down and as soon as her breath slowed I started licking her pussy again.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I glanced up at her. “Proving a point.”

I slid my finger into her dripping channel and began pumping in and out, watching her face to see which movements she liked best. I added a second finger, still watching her, and when her hips began to roll up and down to meet my fingers I used my other hand to hold her in place.

“I don’t think I can…”

“You can,” I interrupted, sliding my fingertips against her inner walls. “Relax.”

Keeping my fingers moving I lowered my head again, licking upward until I found the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex. I tapped my tongue against it a few times, then circled around, repeating the motion over and over again until Zoe’s muscles clamped down on my fingers like a vise.

“Oh my God.”

I caught her clit between my lips, sucking hard, and that was all it took for her to go over the edge again. This orgasm seemed more intense, her entire body shaking with the force of it. When she sagged against the bed with long exhale, I removed my fingers and scooted up the bed until we were face to face.

She opened one eye to look at me, her expression dazed, and I gave her a smile.

“What was that about not being to come twice in a row?”

Zoe

“Iwould be annoyed that you look so smug right now, but after that performance you have every right to feel smug. That was fucking incredible.”

Gretchen snuggled closer. “You’re welcome.”

I rubbed her arm with my hand, which was all I had energy for at the moment. If someone asked me an hour ago if I’d ever had really good sex before, I would have said yes without hesitation. But that all paled in comparison to what had just happened. It was like my entire body had been electrified, and I knew without a doubt I’d never be the same again.

But turnabout was fair play and I was determined to give Gretchen the same pleasure she’d given me.