Page 199 of Vying Girls

No strap tonight. Just her pussy, so newly trimmed she’s almost bald. I can’t see her glistening in the dark but my mouth waters for a taste. But I don’t take one. Not without her say-so.

Her hand finds the back of my head and none too gently jerks me to her. ‘Eat me good, baby. Let me feel that tongue.’

Cupping the cool skin of her ass, I lay the flat of my tongue against her, enjoying her warm, musky taste. I lap up her length, firmly in just the way she likes.

She lets out a satisfied sound, making a fist in my hair. My scalp stings, my hands tightening involuntarily. ‘Like that, baby. You know what I like.’

She pulls my hair, commencing a bobbing motion with my head. My tongue aches as I seek to keep it hard for her.

On my shoulder, I feel a tap. ‘Lower down, babe.’

Without taking my mouth from Haz, I open my legs, lowering down towards the ground. Lifting my dress, Elly fits herself beneath me, hands holding my hips to guide me the rest of the way. Haz has no choice but to follow, bending her knees slightly. With her back against the tree, her stomach is tensed, the hard lines of her abs stark where her top’s ridden up.

I close my eyes anticipating Elly’s touch. Her tongue finds my wetness, creating a slow map to my clit. I gasp against Haz.

‘Don’t you stop,’ she warns, her voice breathy now.

As if I would.

Concentrating as much as I can with Elly tonguing me from below, I close my mouth around Haz, teeth pressing her flesh as my tongue speeds up.

She gives a groaning gasp, both hands cupping my head now as she thrusts into me. I can hold my tongue right there and she’d still come, riding it roughly, taking what she wants. We work together this time, her thighs trembling under my hands.

Below me, I hear Elly moan, a spark shooting to my clit when I realise she’s touching herself.

‘Can’t wait, can she?’ Haz says with a shaky chuckle, probably with a better view of Elly than me. ‘I can’t fucking wait either.’

With a groan of release, she comes against my mouth, hips thrust upwards. I hold my tongue there, letting her take everything she needs before she straightens back up.

Elly slips out from beneath me. On her knees, she tips her head back, her sigh of relief letting me know she came too. The fly of her jeans is open, white boxers peeking out.

My pussy aches, the lace of my dress feeling like teasing fingers.

‘She’s not done.’ Haz looks me over as she pulls up her clothes. There’s a smirk on her mouth. ‘Look at her.’ She gets on her knees before me, pushing back hair from my hot face. ‘Elly not get you there in time, princess? Something you want?’

‘I know what she wants.’

The voice comes from behind us.

I turn around. Nic stands at the edge of the candle circle, mostly in shadow apart from her eyes blazing into mine.

‘Oh, yeah? What’s that?’

Fumbling with the zip on her jeans, she pulls them down until she’s stood in only her loose white tank and a harness. From it protrudes a sizeable dildo, which she grasps, a question in her eyes.

The breath stalls in my lungs. Despite expressing my desire for this on the beach all those weeks ago, Nic’s still the only one not to have strapped me.

‘Light these candles, will you.’ She steps into the circle.

Dragging me to her by the material of my dress, she crushes our lips together. I fall against her, still in disbelief that she wants me this way. My Nicole. My first soulmate, a love so unbreakable it almost consumed us. But we clawed our way back, built us back up, the two children in us refusing to give up on something so rare.

When I think of the future now, with her in it, I want to sob, to fall to the ground and kiss the earth, to jump to the moon and kiss her too. We’re so, so lucky. I’ll spend the rest of my life soaking in the wonder of us.

Nic touches my back, her fingers unclasping the buttons on my dress until she can pull it off me.

‘You’re sure you want this?’ she breathes against my lips. I nod. ‘And in the way that you want it?’

I nod again, more eagerly. Yes, I want her, and no, I don’t want her to hold back. Not with me, not ever.