No More Wasted Time: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance
“Are you wet for me, baby?” she asked.
“So fucking wet, Krissy.” This was true. She had started getting damp with anticipation back at home as the clock neared four. Now, after spending five minutes kissing this magnificently sexy woman in her arms, Becca was soaked and she needed Krissy to peel her panties away from her folds and find out just how wet she was.
“Do I get to taste?”
“As much as you want, Krissy.”
Becca’s clit was throbbing.
“Want my tongue deep inside you?”
“Oh god, yes!” Becca groaned, her pussy clenching at the memory of their first night together.
The next thing she knew, Becca was being pulled by the hand to Krissy’s bedroom. Aggressively, Krissy pushed Becca backwards onto the mattress, untied her robe and let it fall off her shoulders.
“You’re so fucking beautiful!” Becca gasped, her eyes roving over Krissy’s nude form, locking onto those small dark nipples that were pointing right at her, hard as rocks. Really…was she ever going to get used to this?
Becca unbuckled her shorts and slid them off. She left her panties on.
Let her do the honors.
She lifted her knees, spread her legs and placed her feet flat on the mattress. She was a woman surrendering, inviting her lover to take her, to take her in whichever way she wanted.
Becca watched Krissy drop to her knees at the foot of the bed. The woman looked drugged or mesmerized and it made Becca wetter knowing that Krissy wanted her so badly.
Krissy started rubbing Becca’s clit over the soaked fabric of the striped hipster panties covering it, making Becca moan and arch her back.
“You’re so wet, baby,” Krissy murmured.
Becca felt kisses begin to fall on her inner thigh, so close to her still-clothed pussy. She heard Krissy inhale deeply, taking in her scent.
“Oh my god…Oh my god…” Krissy uttered.
Becca clutched at the sheets on the mattress, waiting, hoping Krissy would take her time…
Chapter 22
Becca’s aroused scent filled Krissy’s skull, but Krissy wanted more and so she inhaled deeply again, all of the nerve endings in her pussy igniting as the intoxicating aroma brought her closer to having one of those orgasms—the no-touch kind she was prone to experiencing whenever she was hyper-aroused, like now. Kneeling before Becca’s spread-open legs, she grunted a little as she felt her pussy spasm and quiver, just from breathing in the essence of her girlfriend.
My girlfriend…
She opened her eyes, staring at the sight before her.
Becca’s cute striped hipster panties with the little black bow at the waistband were soaked at the crotch, which was darker than the rest of the fabric, proof of how hot Becca was. How hot and ready for her.
Krissy pulled aside the crotch of the panties, her pussy spasming again at seeing sticky strings of Becca’s arousal stretch from the cloth to those gorgeous pink folds.
“Oh my fuck, Becca. So fucking wet!”
Krissy loved the sight of a wet woman. But, of course, now the wet woman was Becca. Considering the depths of her feelings for Becca, this made everything else pale in comparison.
Becca’s pussy convulsed at her statement, her clit also giving the tiniest of jerks in response. Seeing it set Krissy off.
Oh fuck, I’m coming!
Krissy stuffed the crotch of Becca’s panties into her mouth and sucked on the wet fabric, moaning as she came. These types of orgasms were always less intense than those brought about by direct stimulation of her sex. Nonetheless, this was a good one. Her entire passage squeezed hard and she felt her come flow out, knowing it was probably dripping onto the hardwood floor.
She fed the orgasm by sucking out Becca’s trapped juices from the panties, her moans becoming muffled squeals as her pussy responded to what she was doing by sending out a flare of pleasure which made her roll her eyes back in her head.