Page 71 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

I smile, sensing her self-consciousness. Leaning back on my elbow, I drag my eyes up her slender legs, her trimmed pussy and tiny stomach. Her boobs, smaller now her nipples have hardened. Her tattoos are stark against her pale skin. I take a good look, seeing them all for the first time this way.

‘You’re like some kind of creature of folklore. Something eldritch passing as human.’

‘I don’t know that word, but thank you. I love being a creature.’ She sits back in my lap, pulling my arms around her. ‘Now touch me, please.’

With our lips pressed together, I lower her down onto her back. It’s not enough to touch her with my fingers, I need to be at her font, tasting her from it.

Tilda rests her arms above her head, back arched and ready for me.

It’s a sinful sight. I put my hands on her, thumbs skimming roughly over her nipples and making her hiss.

Shuffling down, I hook her leg over my shoulder, kissing and nipping at her thigh, tongue taking swipes at the juncture of her leg. She smells warm and musky; already wet.

She tangles her hand in my hair, stroking, encouraging. I feel her eyes on me as I kiss her mound, rough against my lips.

Her breathing’s shaky already. Mine isn’t doing much better. I think of Elly and Haz, been here before. Do they do it right? Do they worship her the way she deserves?

Eyes firmly closed, I reach out with my tongue, coating myself in the heat of her.

Tilda exhales, back arching further.

Definitely wet. I find her clit, my own pussy throbbing at the sensation of it on my tongue. When was the last time I went down on anyone? Feels like an age, like I’ve been waiting for Tilda this whole time.

She gasps, hand pushing my head harder. ‘Yes, Nic. Right there. That’s literally perfect.’

I smile against her, revelling in how everything feels so hauntingly familiar. Past lives? Maybe they’re a thing. Feel like I’ve lived a thousand with her in just this lifetime alone. Feels different now though. Like we’ve repaid our karmic debts.

I kiss her clit before closing my mouth around it.

She doesn’t have long left. I hear it in the shakiness of her breaths, her moans getting louder.

Fuck, her noises. My own hips shift on the blanket, dying for purchase.

I’ve heard these sounds so many times, but to be the cause of them is something else entirely.

‘Yes,’ she breathes, rolling her hips.

I pin them down, inching myself forward, giving and taking everything I can.

Tilda cries out, her body convulsing, hand gripping my hair. I groan against her, almost at the edge myself. Kneeling up, I watch her gasp on the sand, her chest pink, her lips red from kissing. Jesus.

Grabbing her hands, I haul her back into my lap. I can’t help touching her again, coating my fingers in her copious wetness. She moans weakly, hugging me hard.

‘You can come again, can’t you?’

She nods against my lips, easing back so I’ve got more room.

With one arm secured around her, I stroke her lightly, rapidly, loving how her face creases. She’s still so sensitive but she can’t stop me. She grips my shoulders like a vice. I dip lower, teasing her with two fingers. She meets them, the digits slipping in all too easily

‘Nic?’ she breathes.

‘Mm?’

‘Do you have a strap?’

I look at her, thrusting gently. ‘No. I didn’t think to bring it. Why? Is that something that you want?’

‘I guess, after hearing you and Skylar that one time, it’s just been in the back of my mind.’

I smile grimly. ‘I’m not sure you want that.’

‘I do, Nic. I do.’

‘Alright.’ I eye her hungrily, already thinking about it. ‘Next time.’

‘Next time,’ she agrees on an exhale. ‘I love that we’ll get a next time.’

Me too. Think I’m addicted to this for life.

Speeding up, I push into her with my palm, slickening it in seconds.

Tilda folds over me, her exhales loud in my ear. The whole of her is taut, like a string about to snap.

‘Gonna come,’ she bites out.

I hold her tight, face buried in her shoulder. Fuck, I just can’t get close enough.

Her pussy clamps my fingers, my mouth opening on a silent moan at the sensation. She cries out into my ear, hips working feverishly against my hand.

I cradle her as she wilts against me, allowing her to catch her breath again.

She raises her head, the sight of her face almost stopping my heart. There’s never been anything more beautiful, not ever.

She kisses me gently. I’m aware of my ragged breaths, my pussy dying to rub on something.

Leaning back, she runs her eyes over my body. She grasps my top. I raise my arms so she can pull it over my head. She looks at my chest, the first time she’s properly seen it.

‘You grew up so tall,’ she chuckles, brushing her knuckles against the side of one boob.

‘Unlike some.’

‘Hey. Be nice to the person who’s about to make you come.’

My eyebrow twitches. ‘Big promises.’

Tilda grins saucily as she pushes me onto my back. ‘It’s not the first time, is it?’

I raise my hips so she can pull off my shorts and underwear.

‘What do you like?’

‘Just touch me, Tilda.’

I fold her up in my legs, exhaling at the feel of her between them.

‘You’re drenched,’ she says, touching me delicately.

I nod wordlessly, drawing her tongue into my mouth. Fuck, I’m going to explode. I groan against her lips as she rolls my nipples.

At the first touch of her on my clit, I wrench my mouth away, digging the back of my head into the blanket. Tilda kisses my neck, two fingers drawing circles against me.

‘You have to go faster than that.’

Tilda raises her head, seeking my approval as she increases the speed of her fingers.

With a harsh breath, I close my eyes. My hand is clamped on her arm, feeling the muscles bunching beneath it. She feels so good. She could be doing everything wrong, and it would still be right, just because it’s her.

It’s only when her fingers drift lower that I come back to myself. She pushes in and I grab her wrist, eyes flying open.

‘I can’t. I just can’t.’

Her face folds in compassion. There’s no need to explain. She removes her fingers, careful not to touch me at all as she kisses my lips. ‘Can I use my mouth?’

I nod, letting out a silent sigh as she moves down my body.

Yeah, I’ve got my hangups. I’ve never had to explain before. It’s easy to rebuff whoever I’m with, to be the one in charge. It’s different with Tilda. There’s no want to hide. Maybe, one day, I’ll let her touch the place I’ve been guarding since Damien.

She spreads my legs, smoothing back my hair and revealing me to her. I throw an arm over my eyes, letting myself enjoy the sensation of her tongue.

‘You are so wet, Nic.’

I chuckle, reaching my other hand down to stroke her hair. ‘All for you, cutie.’

I can still hear the gulls, further away now. The wind’s lowered too, only the waves and my heightened breathing livening the cove.

It’s like a tiny heaven, the prize we’ve won for surviving the last decade. I peek down at Tilda’s bowed head, the delicate bridge of her nose, the dark lashes on her cheeks. How thoroughly she’s loving me.

My clit twitches, making me gasp. I’m close, excruciatingly sensitive.

She looks up at me, still working her tongue. Her eyes twinkle, so much warmth shining from them. Suddenly she feels too far away.

‘Come up here.’

I pull her up and onto her back, knocking the air from her in a gentle puff. Spreading her legs, I fit my pussy on hers, groaning out at the sensation. When I’m in a good position, I lower down, gyrating my hips into a steady rhythm.

A smile spreads across Tilda’s lips.

‘What?’

‘Your happy place.’ She gives me a tap before cupping my ass, guiding me in my movements.

‘Yeah,’ I gasp, quickly losing breath now. ‘Feeling pretty happy.’

Sitting back up, I take hold of her thigh, using it for leverage as I thrust against her. Her eyes haze over, and I wonder if she’ll come again.

I look down at the point our bodies meet, my wetness coating her, my pussy red as I drag it over hers. I screw my eyes shut as I clench.

Squeezing me, Tilda makes me look at her again.

‘I love you, Nic. In literally every way there is.’

Her words stun me. I falter on her leg before speeding back up. I put a hand to her cheek, listening to the sound of our flesh meeting.

‘It was always going to end like this, wasn’t it?’

‘Always. Literal definition of soulmates. I just had to meet your hot friends as well.’

I grin, leaning down to taste her lips again. My breaths turn loud through my nose as I start to come, the buildup slow and devastating. I wrench my mouth away as I peak, unable to help my loud groan, revelling in Tilda’s resulting gasp.

I fall over her, my breathing frantic. ‘Fuck.’

Tilda hums, gathering me in her arms. ‘I got you.’ She kisses the side of my head in quick succession, palming the back of it as she holds me bruisingly tight.

When I move, she gasps again, the rise of her hips letting me know what her excitement is about.

Looking into her face, I draw two fingers back to her clit.

‘Please,’ she whispers. ‘I’m so close. Just one more.’

With a smile, I give her what she wants, resting one arm above her head for leverage.

I bite my lip as she comes a third time. I could watch her do this a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. How did I survive this long without her? How did either of us?

Afterwards, I cradle her jaw, my fingers still wet with her as I kiss her with all the feeling I can muster. Coming onto our sides, she rests her head on my arm, watching the gulls pinwheeling on the horizon.

‘I am so happy,’ she murmurs. ‘I’d do it all again for this. All of it.’

I turn my head, letting my lips graze her forehead.

Would I? For this moment right here.

I take a deep breath.

Yeah. I would. A truth that’s terrifying and healing all at once.

A truth, I know, that’ll carry us forward from here.