Page 42 of Full Court Crush
Keira
Keiraplacedbothherhands on Amelia’s waist and leant into her, pinning her to the wall and deepening their kiss. Any hesitation or uncertainty she’d had was gone. Her whole body tingled as she relished finally being able to touch Amelia in all the ways she’d dreamed about. She nudged Amelia’s feet further apart with her foot, then pressed her thigh between her legs, leaving no doubt as to where this was headed. Kissing wasn’t enough. With Amelia, just kissing would never be enough. Amelia moaned at the contact, and her heat radiated onto Keira’s thigh. She wanted to devour her, make her scream her name, make her lose control, and then hold her as she came down.
Amelia leant her head back and closed her eyes, allowing Keira to kiss along Amelia’s jawline. Keira’s lips drifted to Amelia’s ear, and she nibbled gently on her earlobe. Amelia ran her hands down the side of Keira’s body, then traced her hands back up and onto her breasts. Keira shivered at the contact. Using the pads of her thumbs, she traced small circles around her nipples through Keira’s top. Keira shuddered and moaned directly into Amelia’s ear.
“Oh, god,” Amelia whispered.
Keira chuckled and kissed down her neck, sucking lightly; not enough to leave a mark, but enough to elicit guttural moans. Now the walls between them had crumbled, she was impatient, desperate to ravish her. Every touch, every lingering glance, had built to this moment.
“You are entirely too overdressed, Doctor Preston,” Keira growled. She moved her hands to the hem of Amelia’s t-shirt and tugged. Keira pulled back enough to look at Amelia with a raised eyebrow. Amelia nodded and lifted her arms above her head.
Keira slowly raised the hem of the fabric, revelling in each new inch of flesh revealed. Finally, she flung the removed top behind her, and immediately placed her hands on Amelia’s bare skin, the gentlest of touches making Amelia shiver. Keira’s eyes dropped to Amelia’s chest, frustrated at the barrier of the sports bra. As if reading her mind, Amelia grabbed the bottom of the offending item and confidently ripped it over her head. Keira felt herself dampen.
Pert breasts with hardened nipples begged for attention.
“You’re so beautiful” Keira said, before dropping her head and taking one of the perfect, pink nipples into her mouth, circling it with her tongue.
“Holy fuck,” Amelia said with a gasp. Her hand went to the back of Keira’s head and her fingers threaded through her hair as she arched her chest into Keira’s mouth.
Keira kissed her way across Amelia’s chest to give her other nipple the full attention it deserved. The salt on her skin from their one-on-one session only aroused her more.
“Now who’s–” Amelia gasped. “Now who’s overdressed?”
Keira trailed her lips back up Amelia’s chest and along her collarbone, before slowly trailing her tongue up Amelia’s neck, leaving a trail of moisture as she went.
“If you want me naked, you just have to ask.” Keira chuckled, noting Amelia’s lust-filled eyes. She ghosted her fingertips softly down Amelia’s side, making her whimper, and then kissed her again, relishing the softness of Amelia’s lips on her own.
“Please–” Amelia said, between kisses.
“Please what?” Keira said breathily.
“Please get naked.”
Blood rushed between Keira’s legs, and her nerve endings fired up as her self-restraint waned.
“What else?” Keira said, kissing her way back up to Amelia’s ear, before whispering directly into it. “What else do you want, Doctor Preston.” Amelia whimpered again, before tugging at Keira’s basketball shorts, trying to pull them down.
“Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what youreallywant.”
“I want you–” Amelia carried on trying to remove Keira’s shorts. “I want you tofuckme,” she said, voice filled with frustration.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Keira took a step back, ceasing all contact.
Amelia’s look of hurt and confusion was replaced by a look of awe, as Keira slowly removed her top and sports bra, then undid the tie at the front of her basketball shorts. The shorts slowly slithered down her legs, pooling at her feet.
“You’re gorgeous,” Amelia whispered, reaching out a hand and pulling Keira back to her. Keira relished the feel of their heated bodies pressed together. Amelia ran her fingers down Keira’s bare back and onto the band of her boxer shorts. She slowly traced her fingers over Keira's skin, guiding them down to her centre, and ghosting them over her outer lips. Keira almost hissed with relief as she tried to push herself onto Amelia's hand. Amelia pulled back.
“May I?”
Keira nodded, and Amelia pulled her underwear all the way down, until she was kneeling in front of Keira on the floor. Keira’s knees went weak at the sight. Amelia helped Keira step out of the garment, but did not return to standing. Instead, she gazed lustfully at Keira’s centre, so close her breath caressed Keira’s bare skin. Amelia looked up at Keira questioningly. Keira could only nod; her mouth had gone very dry.
Amelia kissed slowly up her inner thigh, then across the top of her mound, millimetres from where Keira needed her most, then kissed down her other thigh, letting her teeth gently graze Keira’s skin.
Keira groaned in frustration. Amelia chuckled and kissed her way across to Keira’s outer lips. Keira thought she might explode with need. Eventually, Amelia extended her tongue, dragging it slowly up Keira’s slit, finishing by flicking her clit.
Keira’s whole body jerked at the contact, and she had to throw out an arm to support herself on the wall. Amelia nudged Keira’s legs wider with her hands, and returned her tongue to the base of her slit, running it slowly upwards. This time, she slipped it inside her entrance.
“O-o-h-h, my g-god,” Keira whimpered. “Oh, my god, don’t stop.”