Page 43 of Full Court Crush

Amelia slid her tongue further up, and finally made full contact with Keira’s clit, circling it with the very tip of her tongue. The wet warmth radiated through Keira’s whole body, and her nerves became taut like stretched elastic. Without warning, Amelia sucked Keira’s clit into her mouth, nearly making Keira’s knees buckle.

“Fuck.” Keira moaned. Amelia’s teeth raked gently over Keira’s clit, making her shudder. She wasn’t going to last much longer.

Amelia leant back and looked up, a victorious smirk on her face. Keira had started this interaction in complete control, yet now she was on the verge of begging, and Amelia seemed to know it.

Placing her hands on Keira’s calves, Amelia ran them slowly up her legs, and her thumbs brushed the edge of her centre when they reached the top of her thighs. Amelia’s left hand crept around to Keira’s ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling Keira a step closer in the process. The fingertips of Amelia’s right hand slid down Keira’s outer lips. She traced two fingers up and down her folds, coating them in her arousal, then hesitated at her entrance.

“May I?” Amelia asked, voice heavy with lust.

Keira didn’t respond verbally. Her desperate instinct made her reach down, grab Amelia’s wrist, and guide her inside.

“Fuck, yesss,” Keira hissed. After weeks of stolen glances and outrageous flirting, finally feeling Amelia inside her felt liberating. Her whole body flushed with heat.

Amelia began by slowly sliding her fingers in and out of Keira, and Keira could feel her centre pulsing around them. Amelia turned her wrist, curling her fingers inside of Keira, and started thrusting harder. Each movement of her deft fingers sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through Keira's every muscle fibre.

“Holy shit.” Keira exclaimed as her vision became spotty, though she was still able to see Amelia kneeled before her, smirking up at her as she moved forward again. She would never get the image of Amelia's head between her legs out of her mind.

Her mouth returned to Keira’s clit, sucking the bundle of nerves inside her mouth. Amelia pulled on Keira’s hips and pinned her clit to her torturous mouth. Keira placed her free hand on the back of Amelia’s head to gently hold her there as her hips rocked. Amelia groaned into her pussy. The vibrations added another layer of sensation to Keira’s clit which spread through her body like wildfire.

“I’m so close, don’t stop,” Keira begged.

Amelia increased the pace of her fingers and flicked Keira’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Helpless moans escaped her.

“Oh god, that’s it, don’t stop, don’t—”

The rest of Keira’s words were lost as she fell over the edge. Her vision went hazy and her knees buckled as she came. A steady hand on her waist supported her as she collapsed against the wall, her muscles failing her in a glorious crescendo.

Eventually, the only sound that filled the space was her ragged breathing.

Vagina still twitching, Keira blinked a few times as sensation returned to her legs. Once she was able to bear her own weight, she opened her eyes, only to see Amelia grinning up at her.

“Holy shit,” she managed.

Amelia stood and placed her hands on Keira’s hips, planting gentle kisses on her jawline, giving Keira time to get her breath back.

“That was—you were—” Keira stuttered, lost for words. She had thought she’d be the one in control. That she’d have to take charge to loosen up the tightly wound Amelia. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Amelia chuckled.

Keira turned her head to catch Amelia’s lips with her own, ravishing them as she ran her hands down Amelia’s sides. Full sensation having returned to her legs, she stepped backwards, taking Amelia with her and leading them towards the benches in the middle of the room. Keira sat down and tugged Amelia with her.

“Straddle me,” she commanded.

Amelia complied, exposing herself to Keira in all her glory. Amelia grabbed the rail above them. Keira traced her fingertips over Amelia’s bare skin, and then down the V of Amelia’s hips, finally cupping her centre. Amelia whimpered at the touch.

“What do you want, baby?” Keira whispered between kisses.

“Fingers. Inside. Now,” Amelia stuttered. Keira trailed her fingers up and down Amelia’s slit, circling her clit every time she passed, never quite going inside.

“Please.” Amelia whimpered.

“Patience.”

As Amelia writhed above her, Keira ran two fingers either side of Amelia’s clit, teasing her, and relishing the moment.

“I’ve dreamt about this” Keira said huskily as Amelia's hips jerked, trying to get more friction.

“Please,” Amelia said again, desperation in her voice.