Ryn of Avonside Chapter 144.5

WARNING. SPICY CHAPTER AHEAD.

Leaning forward, I brushed my nose down her jawline, savouring its defined edge and gentle curve until I got to her mouth. No breath tickled my face — she was holding it in.

My lips drifted up, matching the height of hers, but with an inch still separating us. I smiled, loving the way she looked at me, pupils wide with anticipation.

My teasing, apparently, was too much, because she closed the distance and kissed me, hard. She finally sucked in a shuddering breath, but didn't exhale — or maybe she did. I didn't notice. Her lips were too warm and insistent against mine.

Gently, her hands reached for my hair again, and my focus narrowed a little further. In a flash, our empathic connection reignited, and I felt every ounce of gentle love that she was feeling for me.

It wasn't enough though. I needed her, I needed to feel her skin. More than that, though, I wanted to make her feel—

She pulled away suddenly, leaving me confused and grasping. Before I could feel truly hurt, she kissed me fiercely again then stood up. “Wait here.”

In a stumbling rush, she was over to the glasshouse door, unlocking it. She vanished down into the tree, and for a minute, my excitement and libido began to cool.

Abruptly, she was back and locking the door again while she panted for breath. Her hands were behind her back as she leant against the door and caught her breath, a big grin on her face. “Sorry. I made something — didn't want to lose the chance to test it out.”

Purposefully, she sashayed back towards me, and damn if I wasn't very focused on her hips by the time they were within reach. I caught them as she knelt on the flower again. The tip of my finger, eager and teasing, dipped into her underwear and began to swirl circles on the soft skin of her ass.

She giggled and kissed me again, all without ever revealing what she'd gone to get. I wasn't bothered — a surprise could be fun.

“Pants,” she said breathlessly into my lips. “Take them off, please?”

“Only if you take yours off,” I murmured back, slipping my whole arm under the waistband so I could feel her smooth thighs.

She made a needy, throaty noise and shifted, awkwardly kicking and wiggling out of her sweatpants and briefs while attempting to maintain the kiss. It didn't work, so we both quickly disposed of our lower clothing and then welded ourselves together again.

It was difficult to make sense of the emotions coming down our link, because I could barely concentrate on anything around the pull of my own. Still, it definitely created a feedback loop of lips, and tongues, then hands on thighs and up shirts.

We sat facing each other, so getting our bodies close required some flexible movements. Grace wasn't as limber as me, so I ended up with my knees out and legs spread. Every now and then, I could feel soft, naked skin brush my pelvis as she tried to push forward and match me.

It didn't take long for her to grow frustrated, and she broke the kiss to study me with smoldering, lidded eyes. Gosh, she was so hot when she let go of her insecurities and just… acted. Even with that thought in my head, I was surprised when she shifted one of my legs forward, then hitched herself up and straddled it.

Warm, wet, awe filled me when I felt the other set of lips on my thigh. “Oh, Grace… wow.”

Throwing her arms around my neck, she whispered into my ear, “That's not even close to the main event tonight.”

Her hands shifted, and so did her hips, until the mounds of our groins brushed one another. Go-oddess, the way things were almost but not quite touching drove me insane.

“Here,” she said, pressing a grinning kiss to my mouth. It was hot, and wet, and so needy, and—

Something cool, but not unpleasantly so, slid between us, parting the lips of my vag oh-so-gently. I tried to look down, but Grace's free hand kept my head locked into the kiss, so I let go, trusted her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I wanted to be even closer. I wanted to feel her pussy on mine, despite the awkward angle, I wanted to—

The cool cylinder between us began to vibrate, and I twitched away, then back in, harder. Oh fuck. It was a vibrator, and with both of Grace's arms back around my neck, I realised we were holding it between us using nothing but the press of our bodies and wet centres.

She made a little gasping sound into my lips, and I felt her concentration slip as a nerve got pressed. Getting a front row seat to her pleasure — to every spike of ecstasy that ran through her — was beautiful, and hot as heck. My love for her, for this incredible girl that I got to love, danced behind my eyes and into our kiss.

“I need penetration,” she mumbled, leaning back slightly, giving me a love-drunk stare. “It can fold, kinda. I'm going to do that. I want it inside both of us.”

“Okay,” I gasped, losing myself for a second as she shifted and the vibrations hit my clit directly. 

The pleasure vanished for a second while her hands moved between us, and a moment later, I felt her fingers gently quest for, and identify, my opening. I had just enough warning to desperately want it, and then she slid the dildo inside me, still vibrating. I twitched and shuddered. Holy fu-uck. Vibrators were crazy.

She moved, and then I felt the mirror of that experience as she slid herself onto the other end. It was bent in a U shape now, pushing at both our insides under the strain, all while it buzzed at our nerves. That's when we discovered that if we angled our bodies just right, we could press our clits together. It hurt my joints a little, but I was so absolutely horny that I didn't care at all.

I just wanted her, I wanted more, I wanted t—

She lost herself first, and the crashing wave of her orgasm threw me over the edge too. The pleasure rebounded and echoed between us, while the simple device between us mercilessly soldiered on, oblivious to the intense, overwhelming stimulation we were enduring.

Of course, then my girlfriend got just enough motor control back to reach up and pinch my nipples. I hadn't even finished the first ride, and the second had already begun. Grace was ravenous.