A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Chloë swallowed.

“What?” she asked, barely audible even to her own ears.

“I wanted to kiss my way up your legs when I first laid eyes on you last week at the coffeeshop. Before I even knew who you were. All during that event I followed you with my eyes, thinking about kissing my way up these very legs.”

I’ve died!

“And now here I am,” Morgan continued. “Oh my god, you smell so good, Chloë! I need to taste you!”

Before Chloë could respond, Morgan was pulling her panties off and tossing them who knew where. And it hit Chloë then: The Morgan Banks was looking at her pussy!

But then she felt some of the uncertainty from before returning.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Morgan looked up at her, her face poised just outside Chloë’s pussy.

“Trust me, Chloë, I want this,” she said. “I want all of you.” And Chloë gulped at the sensuousness in Morgan’s voice, her clit pulsing because of it.

And then Morgan’s mouth was on her pussy and Chloë threw her head back and brought her hands up to her breasts to squeeze her nipples as the sensations emanating from her core became the center of her universe.

Morgan’s tongue started by circling her opening and licking all that arousal which Chloë knew was simply streaming out of her by now.

“Fuck, Miss Banks!” Chloë cried out.

“Is this good?” Morgan asked before pushing her tongue into Chloë’s pussy.

“Yes!” Chloë gasped, the fire happening below her waist making her feel delirious, her clit practically vibrating now.

Morgan removed her tongue from probing inside Chloë and was now licking Chloë’s slickened folds, coming close to, but never close enough, to Chloë’s clit. It was exquisite torture, but Chloë liked a good tease. She wanted the orgasm that was building to build up even more. Right now, it was a three-story house; she wanted it to be a skyscraper. She wanted to be frustrated more, kept on edge, walked along the brink…The reward would be so worth it in the end! And it was as if Morgan knew this.

And she’s never done this before?

Fingers slipped inside, two of them, Chloë knew without looking. She rocked her hips forward a bit to let them slide in just that much further.

“You are so wet, Chloë!” Morgan murmured lustily.

“Wet enough for a third finger, Miss Banks,” Chloë mewled and then moaned when she felt her pussy stretching as Morgan fulfilled her request. It was as if a switch had been thrown then because now Chloë felt her inner walls quivering, clutching at what was inside her, bringing the inevitable even closer.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she called out. She reached down and entangled her hand in the brown locks of the woman pleasuring her. Enough teasing, enough building, enough waiting. “Clit!” she demanded. “For fuck’s sake, clit!”

And then Chloë couldn’t say another word.

Morgan’s mouth covered Chlo?

?’s clit with warm lips that sucked the swollen and tingling button with just the right amount of pressure and a tongue that swiped across it boldly, purposefully.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!” she warned seconds before the skyscraper tumbled and her pussy exploded in ecstasy.

Her hips bucked, her toes curled, her left hand squeezed one nipple while her right hand held tighter to Morgan’s hair, helping her to grind her sex against Morgan’s mouth as her pussy convulsed and her liquid come was squeezed out and onto Morgan’s lips.

Incoherent cries were all she could produce as her body had no choice but to surrender to the paroxysms of this hard climax.

When it was all over, Morgan covered her center with light kisses before easing her fingers out. After one more quick peck on Chloë’s clit, which made Chloë’s legs twitch as if she had been touched with a cattle prod, Morgan came back up to lay beside the breathless Chloë, who was having trouble clearing the brain fog which had settled in her head.

Eventually, Chloë remembered how to speak.

“Dude, that was amazing!”