Ainsley’s breasts wanted some attention by now and so, straddling Rachel’s midsection, Ainsley lowered her torso until Rachel’s mouth was able to reach one of her dangling nipples.
“Oh my god,” she breathed when she felt the warmth and wetness of Rachel’s mouth on her sensitive flesh. The sensitivity made Ainsley realize—even now—that her period must be around the corner. Well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. In the meantime, the extra sensation was amping her up even more, especially since Rachel was by no means being gentle. She was sucking hard and Ainsley threw her head back, drawing in breath through her clenched teeth at the pain/pleasure shooting through her.
“Yes!” she whined. “Fuck yes!”
Then Rachel reached up, grabbed both of Ainsley’s hanging breasts, mashed them together and brought both nipples into her mouth. Now, Ainsley let out a guttural moan as her two near-period-sensitive nipples were simultaneously worked on in Rachel’s mouth, the redhead flicking their tips rapidly with her tongue which was causing shooting sensations of pleasure direct to Ainsley’s core.
Ainsley gasped as she felt the inside of her pussy contract and gasped again when she felt a dollop of her arousal squeezed out and onto Rachel’s flesh. She needed Rachel to be tasting all of that…and she needed to be tasting Rachel.
Reluctantly pulling her chest away from her girlfriend’s mouth, Ainsley quickly turned herself around and straddled Rachel and the chaise again, this time positioning her pussy over Rachel’s head and slowly lowering it until…
“Fuck, Rachel!” she couldn’t help shouting when she felt Rachel’s tongue slide along her folds. The neighbors probably heard that, she considered, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Besides, at this point, she really didn’t fucking care. Let them peer over their fences to see what all the commotion was about; let them watch; let them ogle. The pleasure coursing through her right now, caused by Rachel’s tongue poking at her sensitive entrance made Ainsley not give a fuck about anything.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet!” Ainsley mewled at the sight of Rachel’s smooth, pink, swollen and wet pussy. The woman’s clit was so large now, just begging to sucked! And right before her very eyes, Ainsley saw Rachel’s entrance spasm briefly just before a clear stream of arousal dribbled out.
“Oh my fuck!” Ainsley uttered and then brought her face and mouth down to that prize, lapping at Rachel’s entrance to try to catch as much of that nectar as possible. She felt Rachel begin trembling beneath her. She heard Rachel moan against her pussy. She felt her face become covered in Rachel’s essence as she ate her out.
Ainsley then inserted her middle finger into her girlfriend. Then her index finger. She fucked those two in and out a few times while raking her teeth along Rachel’s shaved mound.
“Oh fuck, baby!” Rachel muttered, her voice muffled because like a good girlfriend, she was still lavishing attention on Ainsley’s tingling pussy with her mouth.
Each time Ainsley pulled her fingers out before plunging them back in, she would see how covered they were with Rachel’s creamy arousal and that sight alone was helping bring the inevitable closer and closer.
She decided to add her ring finger now. Rachel’s entrance stretched to accommodate it while inside, Rachel’s walls shaped themselves around the three fingers as they were pumped in and out by Ainsley.
With her girlfriend properly stuffed, Ainsley finally brought her lips to that swollen clit and surrounded it. The clit was hard and pulsing and Rachel’s form was now practically vibrating as Ainsley circled the bud with her tongue while sucking on it.
Meanwhile, both of Rachel’s hands were squeezing Ainsley’s ass cheeks hard while Rachel also ran her tongue over Ainsley’s clit. The two women were now moaning and grunting together, their mouths never leaving one another’s pussies as these sounds were made.
The telltale build-up of pressure of unreleased delight beneath her mound and the fluttering inside her passage told Ainsley it wouldn’t be long now. She wondered who would come first or would they both miraculously come together.
In the end, it was Rachel who came undone first. A high-pitched squeal from the redhead preceded by milliseconds the clenching and convulsing of Rachel’s pussy around those three fingers Ainsley still had inside her. Ainsley gave Rachel’s clit a few more swipes and then yanked her fingers out and then…
With Rachel’s pussy now unblocked by the fingers, come just spurted out of her with the violence of the climax, splashing against Ainsley’s face, spraying the cushion of the chaise. That sight, combined with what Rachel was still doing to her with that gorgeous mouth of hers made Ainsley explode.
Mindful that they were outside, Ainsley tried to keep as quiet as possible but it had been four days since she and Rachel had fucked and her girlfriend had just squirted. Add to that the fact that they were out in the quasi-public of Rachel’s backyard?
Quiet was not an option.
Ainsley’s orgasm was shocking in its intensity, making her start to buck atop of Rachel as she started screaming with the release of all that pleasure. She gagged herself with Rachel’s pussy, pressing her mouth against it and trying to drink as much of Rachel’s juices as she could while simultaneously letting out muffled sounds of delight.
The climax tore through her relentlessly, making Ainsley’s face numb, her pussy spasming rapidly, her passage full of a warm liquid that was streaming out into Rachel’s still very attentive mouth.
“Oh shit, I’m coming again!” Rachel suddenly whispered while Ainsley was still in the throes of her first. Ainsley gently licked around Rachel’s clit while her girlfriend succumbed to this new climax. Rachel did let out a loud shout before apparently having the same idea as Ainsley and deciding to muffle her sounds by burying her face into Ainsley’s sex which was only now recovering from its recent explosion.
Ainsley moaned happily.
Much better than unpacking.
Chapter 25
It started on Tuesday with a bra which Ainsley had left on the dining room table.
Rachel, after coming home early from a looking at a property a couple wanted her to sell for them, noticed the bra almost right away because, well, a bra on a dining room table was an unusual sight to see.
It might have made sense had the bra been A: removed from Ainsley by Rachel in a torrent of passion and then B: flung away without caring where it landed—in this case, the dining room table. But Ainsley had been out of commission since Monday, when her period started and so there had been no bra-flinging torrents of passion.
It continued on Wednesday when Ainsley left for the hospital early that morning, leaving behind dirty dishes for Rachel to discover on the coffee table when she woke up a bit later.