I step out of the shower just as my phone vibrates on the counter. I reach for it, dripping water on the fogged up screen as I slide my finger from one side to the other to unlock it. A smile breaks out across my face as I read her text.
Elana: Just landed. Should be home in about a half hour.
Butterflies erupt inside my belly. She’s only been gone a week, but my God, I’ve missed her so much! I almost feel ridiculous, being this excited to see her after only a matter of days.
I poise my fingers to craft a response, but I stop, waiting with bated breath as the suggestive ellipses appear beneath her message. The dots pulse, one after the other, as she types on the other end.
Elana: I expect you to be ready for me when I arrive…
My pulse racing, I type out a short reply, knowing I don’t have much time to prepare.
Lily: I can’t wait to see you!
Just under thirty minutes later, I crawl to the middle of the king-sized bed and stretch my legs across the crisp white duvet. I lean back, making myself comfortable against the fluffy goose-down pillows.
My hair now dry, I toss my chestnut locks behind my shoulders, intent to show off the neckline of my newly acquired La Perla négligée. The small swath of luxurious fabric cost about half my last paycheck, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face when she sees me.
The creamy white lace perfectly accentuates my modest cleavage, while the pale pink silk pops against my tanned skin. The thin fabric does nothing to conceal my hardening nipples underneath.
The butterflies reappear in my stomach as I hear the front door open and close. I listen carefully to the sound of stilettos clacking against the hardwood floors, suitcase wheels rolling closely behind as Elana makes her way toward the bedroom.
She knocks softly against the door before pushing it open. Letting out a small, contented sigh, her eyes instantly lock on mine as she steps into the dim light of the bedroom. I can’t help but smile, wide and genuine, as I look back at her.
She lets out another satisfied sigh as her eyes rake up and down my body.
“Lily! Look at you, my sweet girl,” she says, as if in awe of the sight of me, waiting patiently for her in our bed. Her tongue subtly darts out of her mouth, wetting her lips slightly as she walks farther into the room.
“I’ve had the most exhausting day, my love. I have to admit, the thought of getting back home to you is the only thing that’s kept me going.”
A soft giggle tumbles from my lips. “I’m so glad you’re back! I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea,” I say as I tuck my legs under my butt, lifting myself up onto my knees. I scootch to the edge of the bed, arms outstretched, beckoning her into my embrace. “You can’t leave me for that long ever again,” I say, playing up the exaggerated pout on my lips.
She lets out a small chuckle as she removes her heels, dropping them to the ground at the foot of the bed before unceremoniously pushing her deep red pencil skirt down over her hips, letting the fabric pool at her feet.
“I’ve only been gone for six days.” A lilting laugh colors her words as her long, slender fingers make quick work of the buttons adorning the front of her white silk blouse.
“Exactly. That’s about five days longer than I’m willing to go without you. Day trips only from now on.”
She laughs again, a breathy, seductive sound that elicits a fluttering electric storm deep in my belly. “Whatever you say, my darling.”
Her smile lights up her face as she lets the creamy silk slide down her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but a matching chocolate-colored bra and panty set. Damn, she has the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen!
She’s a few inches shorter than my five and a half feet. But what she lacks in height, she more than makes up for in lean, perfectly toned muscles, accompanying ample curves that make my mouth water – among other things – every time I lay my eyes on her smooth, ebony skin.
As soon as she steps close enough into my orbit, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. I don’t even kiss her yet. I just bring her body as close to mine as I can, tracing my fingers and palms up and down the warm skin of her back. I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing in the soft floral scent of her coily black curls as it envelops my senses. God, even after being on an airplane for nearly six hours, she smells so good.
One of her hands grips tight on my hip, while she trails the other up the back of my neck, tangling her fingers through my hair as she gently pulls my head to the side. Her lips slide up my jawline, settling at the base of my ear.
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” she sighs, her warm breath gliding over the skin of my neck. I gasp sharply as she sucks my earlobe between her lips, biting down on the soft flesh.
I skim my hands down her back before dipping them beneath the fabric of her underwear, palming her firm, full cheeks and squeezing until my nails dig into her skin.
“Not so fast now my greedy girl,” she chastises me playfully.
Her fingers wrap around my wrists, pulling my hands away from her rear end as she steps back ever so slightly. Just enough to slide her hand up my sternum, stopping just between my breasts. She pushes gently, nudging me backward until my back hits the mattress.
Looking down at me, she smiles wide. The way Elana looks at me never fails to make me melt. It’s as if she’s never seen anyone or anything more beautiful in her life. Which is crazy because she’s wildly out of my league and could have anyone in the world she wants.
But, for some crazy reason, she wants me.
This notion, along with the adoring way her deep brown eyes capture mine, holding my gaze as if there’s nothing in the world but the two of us, has my heart racing in my chest and my stomach doing cartwheels inside my belly.
She props her knee on the edge of the bed between my legs and leans over me. Her hands glide smoothly up my bare thighs until her fingertips find the hem of my slip dress. She pinches the lace between her fingers, playing with the delicate fabric.
“Is this new?” she asks curiously.
“Mhm,” I reply coyly. “I bought it yesterday… just for you,” I add, quirking one corner of my lips into a smirk.
“You sweet thing,” she says with a wide, genuine smile. “It’s so beautiful on you. It’s such a shame you won’t be able to get more use out of it…”
“Why is that?” I ask, my brows furrowed in confusion.
“Oh, baby,” she purrs. “You can’t actually think that, after being away from you for so long, I could possibly keep myself from ripping this scrap of fabric off your body. Your perfect, delicious body…”
She trails off as her eyes scan me up and down. The look she gives me is not unlike a hungry lioness stalking her prey, poised to pounce at the perfect moment. God, how I can’t wait for her to devour me.
I push myself up, propping my weight on my elbows. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but were you not just making fun of me for missing you so much after, and I quote, ‘…only six days’?” I ask, raising one eyebrow, really letting my bratty side shine through. I know how much she loves that.
“First of all my darling, I would never make fun of you,” she says earnestly as she shifts her weight, crawling on top of me.
I can feel the heat radiating from her skin and all I want is for her to cover me. I want to feel her everywhere. I want to touch her and taste her. I want to hear her moan my name as I make her come. My favorite sound in the world.
“And while it was only six days,” she whispers as her fingertips trail up my body, over the thin silk, “you can’t expect me to possess any amount of self-control when I come home to find the most beautiful angel waiting for me in my bed. I’m only human after all,” she adds with a soft smirk.
Her hand makes the journey around the swell of my hip, curving up and over my belly, and along the peak of my breast before her delicate fingers lightly grip the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to hers.
I let out a soft moan as our lips meet for the first time since her return home. She parts my lips with her tongue, pushing inside my mouth, caressing it against my own. I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her down on top of me as my shoulders fall back into the mattress.
Her other hand finds the hem of my dress once again, this time gliding the fabric up and over my body until she’s forced to pull away from me in order to lift it over my head. My arms raise, allowing her to pull the silk slip off me before discarding it on the floor with her own clothing. Goosebumps prick up along my newly exposed skin as it’s hit with the cool air of the room.
Her fingers immediately find my breasts, squeezing and rubbing the small mounds. She pinches a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, gently pulling it outward and rolling it between the pads of her fingers until it becomes a taut, hard nub. I let out a sharp gasp at the instant pain, which quickly turns into a deep moan as it gives way to a warm pleasure that spreads through my body, heading straight to my pussy.
She chuckles gently in my ear. “You like that baby? Does that feel good?” she asks.
“Mhm…” is the only response I can manage as she moves to my other nipple, pinching and pulling in the same methodical way as the other.
“Do you want me to use my tongue on these pretty pink nipples?”
I nod my head quickly.
“Aww, sweetheart, you know that’s not good enough,” she chides, increasing her pressure on my sensitive nipple. “I need you to say it for me.”
“Yes! Please use your tongue on my nipples,” I manage between ragged breaths.
She lets out a satisfied sigh. “Good girl,” she says with a smile.
She pulls away from my mouth, dipping her head down to my chest. Her lips part and her plump, pink tongue slides out, the tip swirling a tight circle around the pebbled skin of my nipple. My head falls back and a groan escapes my lips as she flicks her tongue hard across the sensitive bud.
She hums, her lips vibrating against my skin as she sucks gently. “I bet that feels so good, doesn’t it baby?” she asks with a syrupy sweet tone. “I know how much you love having these sweet little tits played with.”
I let out a loud yelp as she clamps her teeth down on my flesh. It’s so soft, but the sensation of her teeth scraping across my breast and eventually pulling at my nipple is nearly more than I can take.
“Aww…” she chuckles, “You liked that, didn’t you sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I barely squeak out as she mirrors the sweet torture on the other side.
“Hmm… I wonder if we should get out your special clamps, hm?” she asks, tapping her index finger on the very tip of my left nipple.
I nod my head slowly. “Mhm!”
“Now, baby girl, I know I’ve been away for a few days, but where are your manners? What do you say?”
“Please!” I beg.
She lets out a light, sweet laugh, her warm breath cascading over my skin. “There’s my good girl!”
I watch with hooded lids as she stands up and reaches over to the nightstand, sliding the top drawer open. She rummages around for just a moment, before zeroing in on her intended target.
I hear the sound of metal clanging against the wood of the table as she pulls out a long silver chain with pearl white clamps attached to either end. My clit throbs between my legs in anticipation and I squeeze my thighs together.
All I can do is watch helplessly as she cups my right breast, squeezing firmly before pinching and pulling on my nipple again.
I let out a moan, low and guttural, as she traps my nipple in the clamp, tightening the screw until my moan turns to a high-pitched squeak. She repeats the same on the other side before pulling the chain taught, testing out the strength of the clamps.
“How’s that feel, baby? You know you need to tell me if it’s too tight.”
“It’s perfect,” I manage to eke out around a series of small moans that escape me as she pulls the chain.
“Hm… perfect,” she echoes, smiling at me before dipping her head down again to plant a single, soft kiss on each nipple, soothing the sting of the clamps.
She drops the chain on my chest and slides her hand down my belly until she reaches the waistband of my pink lace thong, the matching piece to the slip dress now lying crumpled on the floor.
She cups my mound over my panties, her palm pushing the delicate lace into my swollen clit. I buck my hips, desperate for more friction as she teases me.
“Baby, these panties are absolutely soaked,” she whispers in my ear. “That can’t be very comfortable, can it? We should probably get these off, yeah?”
“Yes, please,” I moan.
She plants one last kiss on my lips before moving down my body. Her fingers hook into the waistband of my thong and slowly pull it down my legs. Her eyes watch intently as my pussy is unveiled, as if she’s beholding a prized work of art for the very first time.
“Ah, look at this pretty pussy! So pink and wet, just for me,” she says with a smile and I can’t stifle the small giggle that rises in my throat.
Without taking her eyes off my body, she tosses my thong behind her shoulder, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.
Her palms land on my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart as she drags a thumb up through my slit, collecting the juices now freely flowing from my center. She looks over at me as she lifts her thumb to her mouth, sucking my wet arousal from her skin.
“Mmm…” she moans around the finger in her mouth. “I’ve missed this pussy so much.”
Her hands grip the backs of my knees, pushing them apart and up toward my chest, putting my entire bottom half on full display for her. She settles down on her belly, her head perfectly positioned between my already quaking thighs, her mouth just inches from my cunt.
I look down, watching as she plants soft kisses along the inside of my right thigh, moving closer and closer to where I want her most, but determined to tease me relentlessly along the way. I let out a small yelp when I feel her teeth rake across my sensitive flesh.
“Please, Elana!” I whimper, begging her to give me what I’m so desperate for.
“Please what, honey?”
“I need your mouth on me,” I plead with her.
“Where do you want my mouth, baby?” she asks, feigning ignorance.
“Do you want it here?” She licks across my thigh, stopping just a breath away from my clit, her tongue softly grazing my right lip.
“Or what about here?” She shifts to my left side, her full lips kissing along the line where my thigh meets my hip.
“I need your fucking mouth on my pussy!” I cry at her, unable to take the torture any longer.
“Alright, alright. No need to shout,” she says with a wry chuckle as a smile stretches across her face.
Finally, her tongue slides out between her lips, skimming up through my slit. My back involuntarily arches off the bed as she flicks my clit. It’s so soft and gentle, but my body is so on edge already, even the slightest touch is sending me straight into orbit.
She brings two fingers up to spread my swollen pussy lips apart, giving her better access to my aching clit. Her tongue swirls tight circles around my clit as she slides those two fingers inside me, slow and deep.
“Like that, baby? Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, nodding my head emphatically.
She smiles up at me before dipping her head back down to purse her lips around my clit. She sucks the stiff bud into her mouth and pulses it between her perfect mocha-colored lips.
I reach my hand down and thread my fingers through her hair. My nails scrape lightly across her scalp as I hold her head in place, my hips bucking up into her. My other hand grips around the chain connecting my breast. I pull down, moaning as the clamps yank my nipples taut and the sweet pain spreads over my chest.
The cacophony of sensations is almost more than I can take, guiding me closer to the edge with each passing second. With each pulse of her lips around my clit and each pump of her fingers inside me.
“Are you gonna come for me Lily?” she breathes.
I almost don’t hear her between the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of me and her mouth being muffled by my cunt.
“Yes,” I moan. I’m so close and so desperate for release, this is the only word I can convince my voice to speak.
“What do you say?” she asks sweetly. She’s got me right where she wants me. I’m putty in her hands and she knows exactly how to mold me into whatever form she desires.
“Please!” I beg.
“Aw, I think you can do better than that, sweetheart.”
“Please, can I come!” A whiny, pathetic plea for her to sate my wanton need.
“Alright, baby. Come for me.”
As she grants my request, her fingers plunge into me once again, but this time, she curls them up to massage my g-spot. At the same time, she sucks my throbbing clit back into her mouth with a wet slurp.
Just a few seconds of this is all it takes for me to completely unravel. Like pulling a rubber band to its limit, my thighs lock around her head and my body stiffens, my back lifting up off the bed. I squeeze my eyes shut as the band snaps, my mouth falling open in a silent scream, my pussy clenching around her fingers as the orgasm consumes me.
The waves continue rising, cresting, and falling over and over as the evidence of my pleasure streams out of me, soaking Elana’s chin and dripping down her hand.
I was never a squirter before I met her. She’s the only person to ever make me come like this. She knows exactly what buttons press inside me, playing me like a pianist plunking away at the keys of their instrument, conducting a lustful tune to its deafening crescendo.
It feels like a lifetime before my back falls to the mattress and my lungs begin accepting air again, my chest heaving as if I just finished running a marathon.
Elana places soft kisses along my thighs as she gently rubs her hand up and down my slit, carefully bringing me down from my high. My body shakes with small tremors each time her fingers make contact with my overly sensitive clit.
She trails kisses up my body, leaving behind little wet spots of my own juices on my skin. As soon as we’re face to face, she presses her lips to mine in a soft, loving kiss. I can taste myself on her lips and tongue as she kisses me.
I wrap my arms around her middle, holding her as close as I can, needing the warmth of her skin on mine.
Her hand comes up to push a lock of hair away from my face, clearing the spot just under my ear so she can plant a soft kiss there.
“Hey, baby. You okay?” she whispers into my ear.
“Mhm… I’m so good,” I say, my eyes still closed, but a big smile brimming across my face. “Just need to catch my breath.”
She chuckles softly as she nips at my jawline. “Good. Because I’m not done with you just yet.”
My eyes flutter open and I look up at her. Her big brown eyes gleam back at me with shining flecks of gold radiating the last bits of the sun outside the windows as it sets for the evening. I raise my hand to her face, searching those shimmering eyes as I skim my thumb across her bottom lip.
“What about you?” I ask. I want to make her feel as good as she’s just made me feel. I want to taste her and feel her come around my fingers.
“Don’t worry about me, baby. I’ll be just fine.” She smiles and kisses me again, quick and sweet this time. “You just lay here and rest for a minute. I’ll be right back.”
I lift my head off the mattress, watching her walk out of the room, my eyes glued to her perfect heart-shaped ass. I wonder for a moment where she’s going, but my mind is still foggy from the intense orgasm and my whole body feels like it’s suspended in an electrified vat of jello. All I can manage at this moment is to scoot to the top of the bed and settle myself back against the pillows, careful to avoid the wet spot I made on the duvet.
I lean back with a contented sigh and close my eyes.
I must have dozed off for a bit, because when my eyes open again, Elana is kneeling next to the bed. She’s leaning toward me, her elbows resting on the mattress and her curls dangling next to my face. She grazes her fingertips softly along my arm while she whispers into my ear, gently rousing me from my brief respite.
“Hi there,” she says with a dazzling smile.
“Hi.” My voice comes out raspy and slow.
“You okay to keep going? Or do you need a break? It’s okay if you’re too tired.” She places an encouraging kiss on my shoulder. “We can take a nap or grab something to eat.”
“No. I need you right now.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull her up onto the mattress next to me. She giggles and slides up, curling into my side as I sling my arm around her shoulders.
She’s taken off her bra and her ample breasts are now pushed up against the side of my torso, her nipples hard on my skin. But there’s something else, large and rigid, pressing tight against the side of my hip. I look down to find a deep red silicone dildo strapped around Elana’s waist.
“You didn’t tell me you were packing,” I say with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah, while you were napping, I was strapping.” She laughs at her own dumb joke and my heart does a somersault in my chest.
She lifts herself up onto her knees and turns to face me, the heavy silicone cock dangling between her legs. “It’s a bit bigger than we’re used to. I didn’t realize how much until I put it on.”
My eyes go wide as I take in the behemoth dildo in front of me. “Jesus, you’re telling me. That thing is huge!”
The toy hanging from my girlfriend’s waist must be what everyone with a penis only dreamed they had hidden away inside their shorts. With realistic veins and a slight upward curve, this was significantly thicker and at least 2 inches longer than the largest strap-on we owned. The one that was already nearly too much for me to handle.
“Hey, if it’s too much, I can grab something smaller. We don’t have to use this one.”
I consider for a moment, but as I look Elana over she absent-mindedly strokes the cock between her legs and the sheer sight of this makes my skin prickle with goosebumps and I feel my clit pulse with need.
“No, I want to try it,” I say, looking up at her. “Please.”
“Okay, my love. But you have to promise to tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
“I will,” I promise. “But I hope we have lube because I’m gonna need a lot!” I say with a nervous chuckle.
“You think I didn’t come prepared?” She reaches over me to grab a small purple bottle of lube from the nightstand. “It’s like you don’t even know me,” she says playfully.
She squirts a stream of lube from the bottle into the palm of her hand before stroking it across the dildo. The familiar ache in my pussy returns as I watch her carefully ready her strap for me.
“Lay back, baby. I want you to get nice and comfortable.” She takes one of the free pillows next to my head. “Lift up,” she commands, sliding the pillow under my ass as I follow her direction.
My heart races in anticipation as I watch her pump more lube into her hand, this time spreading it all around my pussy, sliding her fingers easily inside, coating me in the slick liquid.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already, I’m not sure you even need this.”
I moan as she pumps her fingers in and out a few more times, making sure I’m ready for her.
Once I’m properly lubed up, she crawls over top of me, pushing my legs apart so she can settle between them. Her hands slide up my torso, stopping at my breasts. I almost didn’t even realize that my nipples were still adorned with the shiny silver and white clamps.
“Let’s go ahead and take these off now,” she says as she pops the clamps off. I gasp at the sudden pain, warmth spreading through me as my blood rushes back to my nipples, turning them bright red.
Elana leans down, kissing and licking my nipples, one after the other, soothing the swollen buds with her lips. She tosses the chain to the side, the clamps landing on the mattress with a metallic clank as the links pile on top of each other.
Lowering herself down on top of me, her breasts pressed against my own, she slides the cock up and down through my slit. I can feel every ridge and vein as they make contact with my clit.
Suddenly, she stops moving and cups my cheek with her hand, looking into my eyes intently.
“I mean it, Lily. You need to tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want you to push yourself because you think it’s what I want. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know. I promise,” I tell her.
“What’s your safe word? I need to hear it,” she commands, her tone serious.
“Firefly.” It comes out without a second thought. The word we agreed upon ages ago, but rarely, if ever, use.
“Good girl,” she says softly, brushing her fingers over my hair. “Say the word and everything stops. You’re the one in control here.”
“I know,” I assure her.
“You ready, baby?” she asks, her lips so close, they skim across my own.
“Yes.”
I take a deep breath as she lines the tip of the dildo up with my entrance and slowly pushes it inside. I feel intense pressure as my opening stretches to accommodate the unfamiliar girth. I grab onto her arms as I wince in pain.
“How are you doing, baby?” she whispers, looking into my eyes.
I take another breath and think for a moment before answering.
“I’m okay.” I move a hand down to her hip to still her movement and she stops immediately. “Just go slow.”
“I’ll go as slow as you need.”
I let go of her hip, sliding my hand up a bit to rest on her waist. I give her a slight nod, signaling her to keep going.
With careful movements, her hips rock slowly toward mine. I steady myself and breathe as the shaft fills me, opening my pussy wider and wider as it disappears inside me.
“Talk to me, Lil. You still good?” Elana whispers as she grazes the backs of her fingers along my cheekbone. She stills her movements, waiting for my response.
I close my eyes and take a moment to listen to my body. While the intense pressure from the size of the cock is quite painful, the full feeling inside and the stretch of my pussy feel so good. The more I get used to the feeling, the more the pain gives way to pure pleasure. And with Elana at the helm, I have no fear going forward. I trust her completely and I know she would never hurt me.
“I’m good,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “I’m really good. Please keep going. I need you to fuck me!”
Letting out a satisfied sigh, she begins pumping her hips back and forth, so slowly. I reach down to grab her ass with both hands, pressing my fingers firmly into her full cheeks as she moves.
“Faster. Please!” I beg.
She moves a bit faster, moving a hand down to wrap her fingers around the back of my thigh, lifting my leg up to give her better access as she shifts her weight on top of me.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby! Your pussy looks so good taking my cock.”
Elana retrieves a small white remote that I hadn’t noticed lying next to my head. She pushes a button and we both immediately moan in harmony as vibrations jump to life within the new toy.
“Oh fuck!” I scream out as her hips slap against my thighs over and over. “That feels so good! Please don’t stop!” I whimper as I wrap my arms tight around her middle, burying my face in her shoulder.
“I’m not stopping until you come!” She says between heavy breaths. She moves a hand down between us and flicks her thumb back and forth over my sensitive clit. “Be a good girl and come for me, baby.”
As if on cue, my body convulses and a wave of pleasure rips through me. A sound I barely register as my own strangled moan escapes my throat and I come hard. Hot tears fall down my cheeks as the walls of my pussy contract around her strap. The combination of the vibrations from the toy and the pressure of her thumb on my clit has me seeing stars. My vision goes blurry and I actually think I might pass out for a moment as the ebb and flow of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt rockets through my body.
Just as the crashing waves begin to slow, Elana erupts on top of me, the vibrations bringing her to her own earth-shattering climax. She moans and shakes as I hold her to me, carrying her through her orgasm.
Exhausted and sweaty, we both lie there, her on top of me, my arms still clinging tightly around her waist, for what could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. The concept of time is completely lost on me at this moment.
Eventually, Elana lifts her head and brushes the hair off my sweat-covered forehead. “Hey sweet girl,” she coos in my ear. “You still with me?” she asks with a breathy laugh.
“I’m not even confident I know my own name right now.”
She laughs as she kisses me tenderly, flicking my top lip with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” she warns gently.
“Mhm…” I answer, my eyes closed and my mind still in a daze. I moan as she pulls her strap out of me with a sloppy wet sound.
“Fuck, baby! You came so hard!” she says in awe. I open my eyes and focus on the cock hanging between her legs. My eyes go wide as I watch my cum drip off the tip, landing on the wet spot in the middle of the bed.
“You got me all wet too.” She gestures to her hips and thighs, coated in my juices as she stands next to the bed, removing the harness from her waist and dropping it to the floor.
I sit up and move to the edge. Grabbing her by the hips, I move her to stand between my spread legs.
“I guess I’ll have to clean up my mess then,” I say before sliding my tongue up the front of her left thigh, tasting myself all over her salty skin. I do the same to the right side, licking up every bit of the remnants of my monumental orgasm.
In this position, I can smell her pussy and feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. I can’t help but let myself indulge in a long slow lick up through her slit, my tongue dipping between her swollen pussy lips to collect the liquid gold left behind after her own climax.
She grabs a handful of hair at the back of my head and pulls me off of her just as I swirl my tongue around her clit.
“You are absolutely insatiable, aren’t you?” she asks with a smirk.
I smile up at her, my lips glistening with her wetness. “Only for you.”
Her hand moves from my hair to sweep lovingly across my cheek until her thumb swipes over my lips.
“Well, I need to rest before I can go again. You wore me out, babe!”
I laugh as I scoot to make room for her on the bed before pulling her down next to me. We climb under the blankets and snuggle in close, our arms and legs tangling together.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!” Elana grabs her phone off the nightstand and pulls up our favorite Chinese restaurant.
“Oh! Crab rangoon, please!” I say excitedly.
She chuckles as she adds it to the order. “You and your crab rangoon…”
“What? It is objectively the best food out there. I won’t hear any crab rangoon slander in this house!”
“Whatever you say,” she says, raising her hand in defeat.
“You’re damn right, whatever I say,” I add playfully.
“Alright, food is ordered. I say we nap until it gets here?”
“Perfect,” I reply, curling myself into her side, my head resting on her shoulder. “I really did miss you,” I say, running my hand up and down her arm.
“I missed you too, Lil. But I have no plans to leave for the foreseeable future, so you’re stuck with me for a long, long time.” She places a feather-light kiss on my cheek.
“I love you, baby,” she says, her voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too. So much.”