Page 24 of Deliverance

“Stop fighting this. We don’t have to label it. We don’t have to talk about it. We can just…be,” she says, her mouth moving to the sensitive part of my neck before placing a gentle nip that has me gasping for air.

It’s wrong. So wrong. For a hundred different reasons. When my eyes meet hers, though, I find words leaving my mouth that I never thought would.

“No one can know about us.”

Maggie nods. “I know,” she says before pulling me in for another kiss. A real one. One that sends my head spinning and my heart pounding. She plasters herself as close as she can to me as I wind my legs around her. Our tongues tangle together in a needy, sloppy mess that has my pussy trembling.

She knows it too.

I feel her free hand grab the hip tie to my bottoms, pulling it with a slow tug before a breeze hits my newly exposed skin. Maggie pulls away from me and I want to beg her not to. I want her mouth on me. I need it. Again, as if she can read my mind, she gives me exactly what I want.

Leaning her head forward, she runs her nose along my thigh crease before over and down my slit, inhaling deeply as she does.

“God, you really do have such a beautiful cunt, baby.”

I’ve been told that before when hooking up with guys. Somehow, the same compliment from a woman just hits different. Maybe because she has one and just knows? Or maybe because she’s probably seen more than all the men I’ve been with combined.

A pang of something sharp sparks in me at that thought, and I quickly push it away as I feel Maggie’s warm tongue run through my center.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper as I plaster my hands on the concrete behind me, holding me upright as Maggie does it again and again.

“Baby B, you’re so delicious,” she says as her tongue circles my clit and I buck my hips.

At first, the dumb nickname irritated me. Now I kinda like it. Especially when her mouth is on my pussy as she says it. Reaching down, I wind my fingers through her hair, pushing her into me more. A moment of clarity slams into me. A realization. I know a woman is eating my pussy, and more so, I’m letting her. It isn’t until I feel her long hair in my hand that it really hits me, though.

Glancing down, I see her pretty eyes on me, her perfect pink lips sucking on me, her breasts practically bobbing in and out of the water as she devours me. There is something powerful about looking down and seeing a hot guy going down on you, but seeing a gorgeous woman doing the same? It’s my undoing.

“Come here,” she murmurs before she’s yanking me closer to her.

At this point, I’m practically hovering over the pool as she lifts my legs to wrap around her shoulders and grips my hip with one hand. I watch her other hand as it slides under water and into her bathing suit bottoms. I can’t help but lean up and watch as she begins pumping two fingers in and out of herself while her mouth is latched onto my clit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say breathlessly as I lift my hips up, craving more and more from her.

She moans and whimpers against me as her hand moves faster and I know that she’s already so close. I’m so fucking close. Just the tension between us alone had me ready to come on the spot, but now? Feeling her, watching her, I abandon everything I think or feel and just exist in the moment. And the moment I do, I come. Fuckinghard.

My screams echo through the neighborhood as I ride her face, my pussy spasming as I do. I hump and grind against her as her muffled moans vibrate against my clit. It’s almost enough to yank a second orgasm out of me as we both find our release.

When both of our highs fade, she pulls back one more time, licking a long line through me as if she were gathering every last taste before pulling away. Her green eyes lock onto mine and I can tell she’s waiting to see if I’ll run. I’ll be honest, that’s all I want to do right now. Now that the tension has broken, my pleasure peaked; I want to lock myself in my room and attempt to talk myself out of whatever the fuck just happened here.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t allow that. She yanks me into the pool, forcing me underwater for a moment before I push to the surface.

“What the fuck!” I shout as I begin wiping the chlorine out of my eyes.

I feel her before I see her. I feel her pin me against the wall, her leg in between mine and her arms caging me in on either side of my head.

“You were going to run out on me again,” she says matter of factly.

“So?” I spit. “That’s cause for dragging me into the pool?”

“I don’t want you to run,” Maggie says simply.

“Well, I do,” I say.

She lifts a disbelieving eyebrow.

“Do you?”

I open my mouth to answer yes, of course when I pause. I’m a great liar. Lying is easy, but something in me doesn’t want to right now, and I fucking hate it. My pause is all she seems to need to solidify whatever thought she has right now.