Page 194 of Vying Girls

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.