Page 12 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

Tilda

I knew I’d be nervous. Could have waited years and I’d still be nervous.

Elly leads me to her room, flicking on the lamp and filling it with warm light. She tugs me to her. ‘Bloody loved that.’

‘Fucking at the top of a castle tower? Yeah, it was kind of aesthetic.’

‘I’d love fucking you anywhere.’ She cups my cheeks to kiss me. ‘And everywhere.’

She finds my tongue, teasing it with hers so slowly and so thoroughly that I almost moan.

My heart’s racing. It usually is with Elly but tonight seems significant. I’m trying not to let my head get in the way, but it’s difficult. I’m remembering all the ways she’s touched me, everything that’s felt good.

But what if she doesn’t like any of that? Different strokes for different folks. Would she tell me if she didn’t? She’s always looking to please me. She might not want to hurt my feelings.

I find the hem of her top and drag it up.

‘I’m allowed to get undressed this time?’ she teases.

‘I would prefer it.’

She aids me the rest of the way and whips it off. There’s an eagerness in her face I haven’t seen before. An excitement. It’s such a turn-on, tempering some of my anxiety. What am I worrying about? She’ll like anything I bloody do to her. Like a puppy who’s just happy to be here.

The thought makes me smile.

Elly sees it, chucking me under the chin. ‘Something funny about my naked bod?’

‘No. I’m just being nervous and weird.’

She huffs out a breath. ‘Nothing for you to be nervous about, Tilds. Believe me. Just let me know if you want to back out.’

I narrow my eyes. ‘Absolutely not. Now, remove the rest of all this please.’

She executes a mock salute before shucking her trousers and boxers.

‘And that thing. All of it.’

With a tiny smile, she removes the strap, tossing it on the floor before running a hand through her hair.

It’s not like I haven’t seen her naked before, but only in flashes. When she’s getting changed, when she’s putting on the strap. I’ve never allowed myself to look before. Not like this.

‘Go and lie on the bed.’

She does as I say, crossing her ankles and putting her arms behind her head. She watches just as appreciatively as the first time as I remove my clothes, revealing the lacy blue number.

‘Literally stunning.’

With a smile, I join her on the bed. ‘No, you.’

Straddling her waist, I allow myself to drink her in in all her glory. Those strong arms I love so much, the breasts I adore even on days she doesn’t, the thatch of hair she keeps neatly trimmed whilst the rest of her remains unshaven.

Unlike Nic.

A thought so unwanted I lean down and kiss Elly just to rid of it.

I sigh when her legs come around me, pressing me against her.

‘As much as I love this,’ she says, plucking my bra strap, ‘it’s scratchy as fuck.’

‘Better take it off in that case, haven’t you?’

Holding me tightly, she sits up, pulling me with her. She takes no time in divesting me of my underwear, placing the items down more gently than she had her own.

‘Much better,’ she sighs, laying us back down.

I let my thigh fall between hers, wanting to feel her wetness, to see if she even is. She tightens her legs around it, lifting her hips as we kiss.

Oh yeah, she’s wet. And now I’ve got to do something about it.

I recall the sounds she made when she came in the tower, the catalyst to my own orgasm. Hottest thing I’ve ever heard, low and gravellier than I was expecting. I’m desperate to hear her again.

‘Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.’

She gives a shallow nod, arms falling loose around me, giving herself over.

I nip her neck, soothing it with my tongue. She lets her head fall to the side, granting me access which I take full advantage of. The skin there is so hot, her pulse thudding against my lips.

I skim my hands over her boobs, circling open palms over her nipples. She sighs above me, the sound making me tingle.

So far, so good.

Moving lower, I take a nipple into my mouth. ‘I want to taste you.’

‘Anything you like,’ she whispers.

I smile around her flesh, treasuring her selflessness. Is there anything this girl would deny me?

When I reach her lower belly, I pause, floundering a bit. What if I’m like a guy and can’t find it? Maybe it is hard when it’s not your own body. Already feels like it is and I’ve not even tried yet.

I stall further by kissing every inch of her stomach. Every time I flick my tongue lower, she tenses, hips jerking slightly.

Steeling myself, I kiss a line down to where she’s wet and waiting for me. Then I kiss where I think her clit is, hearing her release a tiny breath.

Okay, I can do this. God knows I want to.

I’m too close to search with my eyes, so I close them and reach out with my tongue. I can’t feel anything but her lips at first, finding it difficult to part them and starting to panic, before I dip down and take from her wetness. She falls open for me then and I trail my tongue back up.

There. I feel it.

Settling in, I begin stroking her, further bolstered when I hear a fuck fall from her lips.

God, it’s like touching myself. I can literally feel it, each time I brush my tongue over her.

I shift my hips on the duvet, knowing if I moved them enough, I could come too.

I resist the temptation. At least for now. This is about Elly feeling good and nothing else.

I’m not sure how she likes it, so I try everything. Slow circles with the flat of my tongue, firm strokes with just the tip. I could literally do this forever. There’s power in it. The font of her pleasure at the tip of my tongue.

She writhes on the bed, one hand flitting between cupping my head and covering her mouth.

She grows wetter under my tongue, her taste changing.

‘Tilda—’ She lets out a breath, head roving on the pillow.

I close my eyes, concentrating on how close she is. It’s hard when she’s not as loud as me, but I think she’s getting there.

And then, just as I’m sure she’s about to come…I stop.

I leave one last kiss on her flesh before climbing back up her body. She watches me as if in a daze, with such naked yearning on her face I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

‘Babe…I wasn’t there yet.’

I stroke her cheek. ‘I know. Don’t want you coming yet.’

She closes her eyes with a groan. ‘Babe.’

‘What? Thought orgasm denial was your thing.’

‘I think I was joking.’

She keeps on looking at me, and I know she’s desperate to shove my head back down there to finish her off, but she’s just too sweet to do it.

I think about Haz, how she probably wouldn’t have let me stop at all.

‘You’ll get off, Elly.’ Leaning over, I drag my lips over hers. ‘Just take me again first.’

She lets out a breath, a playful anger flaring in her eyes. ‘You’re a cruel mistress, you.’

She rolls me over, eyes immediately slamming shut as she moans.

‘All good there?’

‘Suffering,’ she gasps. ‘I’m still so close.’

I run my hand through her hair with a grin. ‘The best type, right?’

She shakes her head, kissing me hard and leaving a gentle bite on my lip. ‘You know, Tilda, two can play at that game.’

My chest buzzes with excitement as she kisses me. I can still taste her on my tongue, and I know she can too.

She removes her lips from mine, trailing them down my neck and onto my chest.

‘Look at these.’ She rolls a nipple between her fingers. ‘Couldn’t get any tighter.’

I lift my hips when she takes it into her mouth, her tongue rapidly stroking the tip. It took her no time at all to seek what I like, and I hope I’m the same with her. It’s like a dam’s broken, this need to find every place that makes her wet, all the things that make her groan.

Whilst she’s tonguing my nipple, she draws the pads of two fingers to my clit.

‘God, you’re wet,’ she blurts.

‘Going down on you was hot.’

‘Mm, so hot you stopped.’

I smile. ‘You’re going to get me back for that, aren’t you?’

‘Thinking about it.’

She readjusts herself, pressing her wetness against my thigh.

‘Careful.’

‘Literally dying here, Tilda.’

I let her rock on my leg as she strokes me. As long as she doesn’t make herself come doing it. I want that honour for myself.

Resting her other arm above my head, she kisses my forehead. I close my eyes at the sensation, adoring her tenderness. The duality is breathtaking. How she can be so dominant and so soft with me at the same time.

She nudges her nose against mine, lips gently finding my own. With how casually she’s circling my clit, I know she’s planning on a slow buildup, edging me until I’m begging to come. Funny, because that’s exactly what I was planning on doing to her.

She speeds up on my thigh, gasping almost as much as I am.

‘Don’t come.’

Resting her forehead on mine, she ignores me. My thigh’s drenched with her. It only makes me wetter, something she keeps commenting on. Her dirty talk is almost as hot as her noises.

I feel my orgasm start to build, that coiling low in my belly. I press my lips together, trying not to moan. She’ll only slow down more if she knows I’m close.

She doesn’t seem to need my moans, though, watching my face carefully as a smile plays on her lips. She slows down anyway, even as the circles get tighter.

I expel a harsh breath, eyes falling closed.

‘Hurts, doesn’t it?’

‘You tell me,’ I retort.

She had paused her movements on my leg to concentrate on touching me, but now she resumes them. Letting out a groan, she buries her face in my neck.

Sensing she’s heading to that point of no return, I grasp the arm that’s stroking me.

‘Let me touch you too.’

She raises her head, then her hips, allowing me to snake a hand to her clit. It’s easier to find with my fingers. It feels larger now, more swollen.

I gasp when she suddenly speeds her fingers up. She’s looking at me dead in my eyes, her jaw clamped. God, I love it when she gets this turned on. Loving it more since she’s going to come this time too.

I match her speed, careful not to let her fall over that edge too early.

It’s a losing battle though. Her cheeks are red, eyes glazed. She opens her mouth, gasping hot breaths.