Chapter 11
I slid two fingers, still a bit hesitant, between her lips, feeling how wet she already was. I touched the entrance, paused. She spread her legs a little, silent, offering herself. I entered slowly. The heat inside was something else — tight, soft, like her body was pulling me in. It was a warm, wet, living embrace.
She moaned deep, and the sound vibrated against my hand. I felt it. The muscles clenched around my fingers, an involuntary movement that gave me chills. I kept going slow, sliding in and out, the wet sounds filling the air. With each thrust, she tightened, and I felt the heat building around my skin.
I went back to licking, alternating between tongue and fingers. Her clit was small, firm, hidden between the lips, but when I touched it there, she arched in a way that made everything click. That was the center. The tip of my tongue stayed on it, tracing circles, feeling her body respond, surrender.
The rhythm came naturally. My tongue pressed on, my fingers followed, the wet, rhythmic sounds from my mouth. The taste was stronger now, hot, alive, and I wanted more, wanted to keep going.
She moved under me, moaning low, her thighs surrounding me. I felt every breath of hers vibrate on my skin. Her pleasure was tangible, and that’s what turned me on. I noticed my own body reacting, my belly pulsing, breath short, like I was feeling it too.
When she squeezed her thighs around my face, I knew she was close. I kept at it, steady, tongue quick, fingers pressing deeper. Her body tensed up and then relaxed in a long shudder. I felt the contractions around my fingers, the heat that seemed to swallow me.
I think she came.
I stayed there, still, letting her breathe. My mouth still tasted her, salt and heat. I pulled my fingers out slow, feeling the last squeeze before they slipped free. She was breathing deep, her chest rising and falling.
I climbed up slow, heart still racing, and she pulled me by the chin, kissing me. Her taste was still in my mouth, and for the first time, I really wanted to savor it.
“Want more? I can do more if you want!”
“By the looks of it, you really liked it, huh…”
I laughed, blushing, burying my face in her neck.
“I loved it…” I kissed her cheek and squeezed her in a tight hug. “Where do I get my lesbian card?”
She looked at me, got a bit serious, and let it out in a grave tone.
“Fucking a woman doesn’t make you a lesbian, it’s just being naughty.”
I felt the sting of the scolding before she even finished.
“You get your card when you fall for one without meaning to and end up fucked like an idiot chasing after her.”
She was talking about the ex, with me, after all that… OK.
“That’s specific!”
Between getting offended and swallowing it, I decided to swallow it.
“So I’m just a naughty slut here for the fun?”
I put my hand on her chest, changed my face into this dramatic soap opera act.
“THAT DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU, LETICIA OFELIA?”
She laughed but realized the mess she made.
“Uh, sorry, my bad, I was being a total asshole just now…”
To get us out of the awkward spot, I kept it light…
“But being an asshole is good, I like it.”
I saw her face, disgust mixed with queasiness.
“Seriously, you like it?”
“Sometimes I get the urge.”
I circled her nipple, playing with my fingers; she seemed to like it.
“I don’t seek it out, but when I do it, I like it.”
“Dude, I can’t handle that, my ass is no-entry, super tight.”
“But you fuck guys?”
I sat up, looking at her curiously.
“I thought you were a lesbian.”
“I had two guys, I’m not gonna say it was bad ‘cause that’s a lie.”
She thought for a second.
“The second one, I even considered dating, but something was missing, I don’t know.”
“What thing?”
I started fiddling with her ear, watching close, tucking her hair behind it; it was so tiny.
“Pussy, right?”
“No… it’s not that. It was, I don’t know, intimacy, you know?”
“I think I get it, a woman must understand you better ‘cause she’s a woman too. Guys have a hard time wanting to understand.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it…”
She was far away, I was still fired up wanting to keep going, but it seemed like a cloud had settled over her. Everything she said had a trigger, and if I bit on the ex’s name, it would come out; I’d already noticed she had this bad habit.
I’m gonna stop here, I wanted to continue the sex, I’m showing the reader that she doesn’t mind talking about the ex and for her, everyone is just a path back to Nana.