“I want you,” Micky said. She didn’t care if she was endlessly repeating herself, reduced to a dumbed-down body with a one-track mind. She had a lifetime of desire to catch up on. She felt it throb violently between her legs, felt her bikini bottoms flood with it.
“I can see that.” Robin’s smile diminished, her features growing more serious.
If Micky was going to take a breath, she would use that moment to drink in Robin’s glorious face. Her blue eyes, her long lips, her hair tied back in a ponytail, leaving her shoulders free to be ogled. Micky didn’t know what she had done in a previous life to have landed in bed with someone like Robin in this one. She didn’t care, didn’t believe in any of that, though the thought had crossed her mind. All she cared about was feeling those toned muscles twitch underneath her, Robin’s flesh yielding to her touch. Micky had dreamed of this moment for ten days. It had been ten days since she’d woken up next to Robin and had had to dash out of her apartment. Ten days of pent-up desire, followed by spending a few hours next to a bikini-clad Robin on the beach. What had Sheryl and Kristin called it? Lesbian puberty? Oh yes, Micky was certainly in the throes of that.
Then, at last, Robin tugged her tank top over her head, wiggled out of her shorts.
Micky took it as a sign that she could now unsnap her bikini top. She tossed it to the floor with reckless abandon, as though the bikini coming off was the sign for her desire to unleash completely. She stepped out of her bikini bottoms and approached Robin, giving her an eager hand until they were both completely undressed. Micky dragged her onto the bed, wanted to feel the weight of Robin’s naked body on top of her, wanted to revel in it.
Micky threw her arms around Robin, drew her near, their lips and tongue meeting at an increasingly frantic pace. All the desire Micky had had to keep inside came rushing to the surface. Ten days of foreplay. Micky hadn’t dared call it that in her head, but now she realized that’s what it had been. Was it going to be like this every week? Oh, fuck it, she didn’t have time to think of that. Robin was pressing a deliciously smooth knee between her legs, against her naked sex, and Micky responded by slanting her entire body in the direction of that knee.
Micky’s hands groped hungrily and greedily. She brought one of them between their writhing bodies and grabbed for one of Robin’s magnificent breasts. The other, more daring, scooted down in search of Robin’s wetness.
Robin kissed her lips, neck, lips again, her mouth now drifting to Micky’s ear, and gently planted her teeth into Micky’s earlobe. Then she pushed herself away from Micky for an instant, allowing them both to catch a breath. A wicked grin crept along her face. Micky couldn’t wait to find out what it meant. Robin pushed herself all the way up until she sat on her haunches and then, in one swift motion, turned herself around, straddling Micky and backing up to her, bum-first.
Oh Christ.
Robin’s strong body moved swiftly and lightly along Micky’s, until her pussy was—and there really was no other way to describe it—in Micky’s face. Micky could only conclude that Robin had read her eagerness, because how could it not have come across loud and clear? Now there she lay, trapped underneath Robin, staring straight at her most intimate parts.
Unafraid, and overtaken by a new level of lust, Micky brought her hands to Robin’s ass cheeks, let her nails dig into the soft flesh of them while, tentatively at first, her tongue darted out of her mouth and found Robin’s pussy.
Just as her tongue made contact, she felt Robin’s tongue between her own legs. Micky’s legs stiffened for an instant, her body adjusting to the overload of sensuality being bestowed upon it. But this was exactly what she wanted. All of it. Her tongue on Robin while Robin’s explored her. It made Micky bolder, made her insert her tongue deeper, with more strength and intention. She licked along Robin’s wet, wet lips, sucked them into her mouth, lapped at her lover’s pussy as if there was no tomorrow.
The double action of licking Robin and being licked by her at the same time made Micky ready to be tipped over the edge any second now. The smoldering sensation beneath her skin was quickly turning into full-blown fireworks, and she had more and more trouble focusing her tongue on the task at hand. Then, Robin brought a finger into the mix. She pushed into Micky slowly but steadily, and despite Micky’s desire for Robin to feel the exact same thing as she was in that divine moment, she soon lost all her focus to the obliterating, inevitable orgasm coursing through her, claiming her. Her head fell back into the pillow, while Robin fucked and licked her, and everything went black in Micky’s brain for an instant, followed by a bright explosion of pure whiteness.