A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Chloë nodded.

“And let’s see how many times I can make you come before it gets here,” she said.

Chapter 29

The Morgan Banks was her girlfriend!

Officially!

Not only that, her official girlfriend had just had a massive orgasm against her mouth, the come streaming onto Chloë’s tongue, Chloë pinning Morgan’s bucking hips down with one arm to better keep Morgan’s pussy right where she wanted it to be so she could continue licking and tasting.

“Oh fuck, Chloë!” Morgan finally breathed.

“Not done yet, Miss Banks,” Chloë uttered. She moved up Morgan’s body until her breasts were pressed tightly against Morgan’s. Reaching down, she slid fingers into Morgan’s wet heat and began rocking rhythmically, fucking Morgan, her palm slapping against the woman’s clit, feeling Morgan surrender to her ministrations.

Chloë brought her mouth closer to Morgan’s and Morgan claimed it for a kiss, her tongue pushing into Chloë’s, their lips—Chloë’s still slick with Morgan’s arousal—melded together.

Chloë expertly inserted a third finger and Morgan mewled. Their kiss was broken as Morgan threw her head back, exposing her neck and Chloë, feeling her own pussy pulsating and pushing out her own juices, lowered her head and raked her teeth along Morgan’s neck until stopping and sucking hard, knowing she was going to leave a mark there.

“I’m going to…again!” Morgan cried out and Chloë whimpered against Morgan’s neck as she felt the telltale flutters of a pussy in the throes of orgasm, felt with those three fingers an already impossibly wet passage become even wetter, heard Morgan scream her name, felt Morgan’s come squirt out from around her fingers onto her hand.

Finally, Morgan stilled, breathing as if she had just spent an hour doing cardio.

“Not done yet, Miss Banks.” Chloë whispered and then pulled on Morgan’s earlobe with her teeth.

Morgan shuddered beneath her.

“Oh my god…” she murmured. “But the pizza will be here soon.”

But Chloë didn’t care about the pizza. She had been starving when she had first arrived at Morgan’s this evening; she supposed she was still starving, but with the Morgan Banks beneath her, nude, quivering, flushed from two climaxes, the only thing Chloë wanted to eat now was more of Morgan. And so once more she slid down Morgan’s body to bring her head between her girlfriend’s legs. She groaned at seeing Morgan’s pussy now. Wet, sticky, the lips splayed open, liquid slowly streaming out of it, flowing to her ass. Morgan’s clit was engorged, pink, pulsing, a magnet for Chloë’s eyes and Chloë felt her own clit begin pulsing in rhythm to Morgan’s. And the scent of Morgan’s aroused, freshly-fucked sex was making Chloë’s head spin. She even flared her nostrils to take more of that aroma in.

She then darted her tongue into Morgan’s core, the sweet tang of Morgan’s come making Chloë’s eyes roll back in her head. She made sure her tongue was coated with the other woman’s essence, swallowed it and then went back for more, a process she repeated three more times. It would hold her until the pizza arrived. Next, she used the tip of her tongue to circle the perimeter of Morgan’s clit without directly touching the electrified bud.

“Oh, my fuck, Chloë!” Morgan moaned. She was now clinging onto the bedsheet as if it was the only thing keeping her from falling into a bottomless chasm.

Chloë kept circling, never giving Morgan what she craved, teasing, letting the anticipation continue to build, waiting for just the right moment…

And that moment came maybe six minutes later when the doorbell rang.

The pizza was here.

Morgan gasped.

“Shit! The pizza is—” she started but then Chloë made sure she couldn’t say another coherent word because before the chime of the doorbell stopped ringing Chloë clamped her lips around Morgan’s clit and sucked it while playing the tip of her tongue across it.

Morgan came undone with a piercing scream, her back arching and her legs shaking.

Chloë made sure the orgasm had a good and pr

oper hold on Morgan before releasing Morgan’s clit and getting up off the bed.

Grabbing Morgan’s robe from the hook near the closet, Chloë put it on as she hurriedly left the room to go get their pizza, leaving her girlfriend behind to ride out that third climax alone on the bed, making the kinds of sounds that are only made when a woman has been truly taken care of.

***

They were both in robes while they ate the pizza downstairs, sitting on the living room floor, the pizza box on the coffee table.

Morgan looked like a woman who had just had sex—her hair a tousled mess, her face flushed—and Chloë loved it. Chloë had even had to open Morgan’s bottle of water for her because Morgan’s hands were still a little shaky.