“More.”
Luna rolled her nipples—thick and erect—squeezing them between her thumbs and forefingers. A jolt shot from Angie’s nipples to her clit and she bucked her hips. Just a little more. She was oh-my-God close.
The touch ended as it started, without warning and before Angie was prepared for it. Luna stood, running her hands over Angie’s body in a fleeting caress as she pulled away. She stared at Angie, her eyes heavy and dark, her chest heaving as she removed her own bra, followed by her other clothing. Naked, Luna stood before her. No other tattoos, Angie thought absently as Luna bent over her.
“This isn’t how I wanted to do this.” Luna held herself just out of Angie’s reach as she undid the snap and zipper on Angie’s jeans. She tugged them off, but avoided touching Angie’s skin—a touch Angie desperately craved. “I would have taken you in my bed, with candles lit, soft music playing.”
“You can still do that.” Angie sat up, reaching for Luna. She was throbbing for release, and however Luna wanted to do this was fine so long as she did it now .
Luna caught Angie’s hands and brought them together. Holding them tight in one hand, she stretched them over Angie’s head, still keeping herself close enough to feel, but not close enough to touch. She straddled Angie’s body, forcing her prone with her weight.
The sensation of full-body skin-on-skin contact, combined with the wet slick of Luna open and ready against her abdomen and the sound of her voice saying deliciously naughty things in her ear, stole Angie’s focus. Black dots crept into the periphery of her vision as she arched into Luna, prolonging their contact.
“I would have fucked you hard wearing a strap-on cock.” Luna left a hot trail of arousal over Angie’s stomach. It matched the fire burning its way through Angie’s belly to her clenching vaginal walls. “But only after I’d made you come with my tongue and sucked every last drop of excitement from you.”
“God,” Angie gasped. The throbbing crested, nearing full crescendo.
Luna raised up, moving between Angie’s thighs and forcing them wide. “Bend your knees for me, baby,” she urged, her voice a soft counterpoint to the porn-like narrative she’d been engaged in. Angie complied and Luna went back to her low, rough monologue. She shifted her hold on Angie’s hands, strengthening her grip as she used that arm to keep her weight suspended over Angie. “But you wanted to do this here.” She worked her other hand down, down, down between their bodies, staring hard into Angie’s eyes. One finger gently nudged Angie’s clit, a fleeting touch, and Angie twitched and thrust wildly. God, she wanted those fingers on her. In her.
The fingers—Luna’s godlike, heavenly fingers—returned, stretching her lips wide, leaving her clit exposed and vulnerable. The cool air prickled against the sensitive skin for a second, then Luna was against her, their clits burning together in a soaring, wet symphony.
Luna trembled above her, her eyes holding Angie’s for a moment, then slammed shut as they ground their hips together.
Tension pooled in her belly, gripping and building as she thrust against Luna, lost to everything but the slick glide of Luna’s clit against her. Luna released her hands and gripped the stair on either side of Angie’s head, pulling sharply on Angie’s hair. With her hands finally free, Angie scratched lines across Luna’s ass, clenching and releasing only to repeat the desperate grasp with every roll of Luna’s hips. She forced Luna against her in a frenetic, escalating rhythm.
Luna grunted. “God, you feel so fucking good.” She snapped her hips hard against Angie and moaned loud and long, her body shuddering and arching.
All the coiling tension in Angie’s body drew tighter, then sprang apart, shattering her from the inside out. She pulled Luna to her, wrapping her legs and arms around her, desperate for the solid weight of her
Luna rolled her nipples—thick and erect—squeezing them between her thumbs and forefingers. A jolt shot from Angie’s nipples to her clit and she bucked her hips. Just a little more. She was oh-my-God close.
The touch ended as it started, without warning and before Angie was prepared for it. Luna stood, running her hands over Angie’s body in a fleeting caress as she pulled away. She stared at Angie, her eyes heavy and dark, her chest heaving as she removed her own bra, followed by her other clothing. Naked, Luna stood before her. No other tattoos, Angie thought absently as Luna bent over her.
“This isn’t how I wanted to do this.” Luna held herself just out of Angie’s reach as she undid the snap and zipper on Angie’s jeans. She tugged them off, but avoided touching Angie’s skin—a touch Angie desperately craved. “I would have taken you in my bed, with candles lit, soft music playing.”
“You can still do that.” Angie sat up, reaching for Luna. She was throbbing for release, and however Luna wanted to do this was fine so long as she did it now .
Luna caught Angie’s hands and brought them together. Holding them tight in one hand, she stretched them over Angie’s head, still keeping herself close enough to feel, but not close enough to touch. She straddled Angie’s body, forcing her prone with her weight.
The sensation of full-body skin-on-skin contact, combined with the wet slick of Luna open and ready against her abdomen and the sound of her voice saying deliciously naughty things in her ear, stole Angie’s focus. Black dots crept into the periphery of her vision as she arched into Luna, prolonging their contact.
“I would have fucked you hard wearing a strap-on cock.” Luna left a hot trail of arousal over Angie’s stomach. It matched the fire burning its way through Angie’s belly to her clenching vaginal walls. “But only after I’d made you come with my tongue and sucked every last drop of excitement from you.”
“God,” Angie gasped. The throbbing crested, nearing full crescendo.
Luna raised up, moving between Angie’s thighs and forcing them wide. “Bend your knees for me, baby,” she urged, her voice a soft counterpoint to the porn-like narrative she’d been engaged in. Angie complied and Luna went back to her low, rough monologue. She shifted her hold on Angie’s hands, strengthening her grip as she used that arm to keep her weight suspended over Angie. “But you wanted to do this here.” She worked her other hand down, down, down between their bodies, staring hard into Angie’s eyes. One finger gently nudged Angie’s clit, a fleeting touch, and Angie twitched and thrust wildly. God, she wanted those fingers on her. In her.
The fingers—Luna’s godlike, heavenly fingers—returned, stretching her lips wide, leaving her clit exposed and vulnerable. The cool air prickled against the sensitive skin for a second, then Luna was against her, their clits burning together in a soaring, wet symphony.
Luna trembled above her, her eyes holding Angie’s for a moment, then slammed shut as they ground their hips together.
Tension pooled in her belly, gripping and building as she thrust against Luna, lost to everything but the slick glide of Luna’s clit against her. Luna released her hands and gripped the stair on either side of Angie’s head, pulling sharply on Angie’s hair. With her hands finally free, Angie scratched lines across Luna’s ass, clenching and releasing only to repeat the desperate grasp with every roll of Luna’s hips. She forced Luna against her in a frenetic, escalating rhythm.
Luna grunted. “God, you feel so fucking good.” She snapped her hips hard against Angie and moaned loud and long, her body shuddering and arching.
All the coiling tension in Angie’s body drew tighter, then sprang apart, shattering her from the inside out. She pulled Luna to her, wrapping her legs and arms around her, desperate for the solid weight of her
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