A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Really?”

Chloë nodded.

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”

Chloë shifted so that now she was laying on her side, facing Morgan.

“Dude, are you really worried about that?” she asked, tucking a strand of Morgan’s hair behind her ear.

Morgan rolled her eyes and bit her lip.

“Okay, maybe it sounds stupid, but I am,” she began. “I mean, it was my first time doing that.”

“I came so hard!” Chloë said, holding Morgan’s eyes in an intense stare. “Here, feel for yourself.” And she grabbed Morgan’s right hand and guided it between her legs, pressing it against the sopping mess that was her pussy.

Morgan gasped and Chloë immediately felt two fingers slip inside her.

“Feel that, Miss Banks?” she asked huskily.

“Yes,” Morgan replied with a nod.

“That is what satisfying a woman feel like.”

“Well, in that case, Miss Marchand, I think you’ll find that I feel like a satisfied woman also.”

Chloë’s mouth fell open.

“Is that so?”

“See for yourself,” Morgan suggested.

And just like that, Chloë’s hand was between Morgan’s legs, her fingers instantly covered in wetness which she played with before sliding two of them into Morgan’s tight core.

“Yeah, you feel pretty satisfied,” Chloë uttered. She started rocking her hand gently, Morgan mimicking the motion and soon they had a rhythm synchronized, fingers fucking one another, soft wet sounds competing with their moans and gasps. They kept their eyes open, staring at one another, that is until Chloë’s thumb started circling Morgan’s clit. That caused Morgan’s eyes to momentarily widen with shock and then shut as she succumbed. Soon enough, Morgan’s thumb was on Chloë’s clit, returning the favor.

“Come with me, Miss Banks,” Chloë said.

“Yes…yes…”

Inside Morgan’s pussy, Chloë felt the fluttering of the other woman’s walls and then Chloë gasped as Morgan increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing it expertly, bringing her right to the brink.

“Come with me,” she squeaked again, certain that she would explode first but then Morgan cried out and Chloë felt a spurt of come spray her hand at the same moment she herself climaxed hard enough to make her throw her head back and let out a cry as the pleasure peaked then peaked again and then peaked again, seemingly never wanting to stop.

“Oh fuck!” Chloë gasped when the ride was over. “Oh fuck, Miss Banks!”

They kissed then, their fingers still inside one another, as if each woman wanted to make sure no one could come and take the other away.

Chapter 18

In the end, Morgan had no idea when they finally fell asleep. What she did know was that it wasn’t until they had both had their fill of each other and they both collapsed on the bed after more climaxes, exhausted and hardly able to move.

She awoke to find her bedroom lit by the dawn sunlight that was managing to work its way around the wooden blinds on the window.

Must buy blackout curtains.

Yet another to-do item on a long list of to-do items.

The unfamiliar sensation of a warm body next to her made her look to her left and smile. Chloë still slept peacefully, on her belly, those gorgeous breasts of hers pressed against the mattress, her pixie-cut hair still tousled from their exertions last night. The bedsheet had worked itself halfway down Chloë’s back, giving Morgan a view of sun-kissed skin that was flawless, save for one or two tiny moles which only enhanced the beauty of what Morgan was staring at.