Chapter 9
I have no idea how long that lasted. When I finally managed to say something, Lelly turned off the device. The buzzing sound stopped, and the silence felt even louder. I was still laughing, nervous, my hair falling over my face, my whole body shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure. I felt the cool air hit my hot skin and almost wanted to hide.
She switched off the toy and just looked at me. Quietly.
“What was that?” I asked, my body suddenly stiff. “Did I do something wrong? Sorry…”
“No, nothing.”
Her gaze was deep. A lively spark in the middle of her dilated pupils. Her mouth slightly open, pink and wet lips, a forgotten smile lingering at the corner.
“Say something…” I asked, laughing awkwardly, trying to fix my hair.
“Violeta.”
Her voice came out low.
She sat down next to me and touched my shoulder. The touch was light, but it cut right through me.
“Hey…” I replied, more serious now, because the air had changed. It got thick. Hot.
“Want to touch me?”
The question hung me up in the air. My chest tightened, and I had to push the air out to even speak. The bed disappeared under me. I was floating in that sweet tension, my body swaying to the rhythm of her breathing.
I smiled, shy, surrendering.
“I do… but I don’t know…”
I didn’t finish.
Her hot breath hit first. Then, her breathing against my mouth. My eyes closed the exact moment the room’s light seemed to pull back.
The kiss came slow. Almost just a brush of lips. A lingering graze that started innocent but carried a whole new world for me. Her lips were soft, tasting like lipstick and the faint salt of skin. She pressed a little more, and I felt her tongue, shy, asking for entry. A tip of a touch, then a quick nip at my lower lip. I opened up, and she slid in.
Her tongue was hot and curious, meeting mine in a lazy rhythm, like she was learning. Nothing urgent. Just the right pace of a body that wants and doesn’t need to rush yet. Her breath mixed with mine, and every new touch was like a test: a brush, a fit, a slide of lips that left me melting.
She got closer. Her whole body came with her. I felt the light weight of her chest pressing against mine. Her small breasts flattening against my fuller ones, the heat spreading fast between us. Her skin smelled like soap and clean sweat, a sweet, damp mix that made me squeeze my eyes shut tighter.
Our thighs met and locked together, one against the other, like they’d always known their spot. Her belly glued to mine created the slightest friction, almost unnoticeable, but every breath made everything rub. I felt her body molding to mine, her hips seeking space, her hand slipping from the bed to my waist.
She trailed her fingers up slowly, touching the fabric of my shirt, tracing the path to the curve of my breast. When she stopped there, she didn’t squeeze — just kept her hand open, warming the skin under the cloth. The sensation was like a new pulse born between her touch and my heartbeat.
The kiss kept going. Now firmer. Our tongues knew each other. Our breaths tangled. I couldn’t tell if the trembling was hers or mine.
Lelly pulled her lips away for a second, her nose brushing mine, and whispered, voiceless:
“Can I keep going?”
I could only nod, voiceless. What came out was a broken sigh.
She came back. The kiss went deeper, hungrier. Her body weighed down on mine, pressing fully. I felt her heart beating against mine, the same wild rhythm. The scent was pure desire, fresh, hot, alive.
She led the movement. The pace picked up, and I lost myself in it. Inside my panties, the heat was dripping. She was panting, begging for touch, and I opened up, giving my body, seeking her thigh rubbing against me. Her hand climbed to my breast, firm, making slow circles that pushed the skin up, shifting the pressure with each turn. It was different, it was good. I was melting.
The moans started slipping out between kisses. When we ground together, I felt her pussy over our thin clothes, hot, throbbing. A tiny fear shot through me. I didn’t know what to do, if I should touch, kiss, just feel. But I wanted to. I wanted it all. Her mouth, her hand, her whole body against mine.
My pajamas slipped off my body like they’d never belonged to me. The last bit of embarrassment in my head dissolved the instant I saw Lelly over me — light, almost weightless, her body fitted to mine. She moved slow, grinding, her hands exploring everything they could reach, while her mouth switched between kisses and quick bites.
I tried to keep up, groping her body, learning the curves, the smooth hot skin, the slide that responded to my touch. Everything about her was new and made me crave more.
Lelly slid her hands to my chest, looked at me for a second, then leaned down. Her lips found my breast, first in a wet kiss, then a tongue touch that forced the air out of my lungs in a short moan. She sucked slow, drawing the nipple between her lips, alternating the rhythm, soft then deep, until the skin burned with pleasure.
Her tongue swirled in lazy circles, teasing, and each suck pulled my whole body toward her. Her free hand played with the other breast, squeezing, pinching, matching the mouth’s movement. I arched, unable to control it.
The pleasure rose in waves, burning. I gripped her hair, not knowing if I wanted her to stop or keep going — and every time she sucked harder, I lost my breath and could only moan her name.
Lelly lifted her face slowly, her lips still wet from my chest. She climbed with short, slow kisses, spreading heat along the way until she found my mouth again. Her taste mixed with mine, the kiss coming heavy, full of hot breath and saliva.
She nipped my lower lip and smiled against it before going down again. Her body moved with precision, her hair brushing my skin, her tongue tracing my belly until she stopped there — at the edge of my panties.
Her fingers slid along the elastic, teasing, tugging lightly, then she looked up at me, asking without words. I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.
Lelly smiled from the corner and pulled the fabric down slow, sitting up to watch it slide off my legs. The cool air hit my hot skin and gave me goosebumps all over. She held my thighs, spreading them just enough, and stayed there for a moment, looking. A gaze that burned.
Lelly leaned in between my legs, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin. I felt my heart in my throat, pounding fast, my body tense and curious. She didn’t rush. She trailed the tip of her fingers along the crease of my thigh, going up slow, drawing short paths that stopped just before the center. The touch was light, almost a test.
The room smelled like skin and soap mixed with something new, wetter, a scent I knew was coming from me. Lelly lowered her head, her hair brushing my legs, and breathed deep like she wanted to take it in too.
She ran her finger over me, just once, and the touch was so subtle it felt more like a breeze than skin. I shivered. She watched, came back, now a little firmer. The sound was soft, wet.
Her fingers explored the outline, parting, opening, getting to know. Every now and then she’d look up, like asking for confirmation, and I could only breathe, letting her.
The first lick was slow, flat, from bottom to top. Her hot tongue left a trail that made my body arch. It didn’t hurt, didn’t scare, but it left me exposed in a whole new way. She did it again, shorter now, and stopped.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, almost voiceless.
I nodded, the sound wouldn’t come out.
She kept going. Her tongue made small movements, circular, like she was learning where to touch. The tip glided over every fold, lingering where I reacted most. When I trembled, she’d go back. When I sighed, she’d slow down.
Her fingers joined in, one sliding carefully, just to the entrance, not really going in. She used the other hand to keep me open, and the touch was hot, steady. I felt my own body responding, pulsing, molding to her mouth.
Nothing was rushed. Each movement felt like a question. The pleasure didn’t come in a burst, but in short waves, rising and falling, leaving my body light. The sound of her breathing mixed with mine. I closed my eyes and let it happen, feeling the fear mix with the want, until it all turned into just heat and skin.