No Strings Attached(54)

“Go on.” Robin put her hands on Micky’s waist and coaxed her until Micky swiveled around. Micky had to be honest with herself. If Robin asked her to fly to the moon right then, she probably would—as long as the reward was Robin’s fingers buried deep in her pussy afterward.

Micky planted her hands against the wall and, as soon as she felt Robin’s hands on her back, closed her eyes. Robin’s fingers trailed down the skin of her back, along the waistband of her panties, which must be fully drenched by now. Robin hooked a finger underneath and, slowly, pulled the panties down Micky’s behind and legs. Micky stepped out of them, and finally, she was freed of all constraints. She spread her legs and took a deep breath. She was more than ready for whatever Robin had in store for her. Admittedly, not being able to see what Robin was doing, or being able to gauge her next move, was arousing.

A trickle of wetness escaped from Micky’s nether lips. This must be the wettest she’d ever been in her life. Now Robin pressed her firm breasts against Micky’s back and her lips touched down on her neck, then her right shoulder. Meanwhile, Robin’s hands fluttered down her sides, over her belly, skimmed along her pubic hair.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Robin whispered in her ear, then she let her teeth sink into Micky’s earlobe. “The more I tried to ignore your existence, the more I wanted you.”

To Micky, hearing these words had the same effect as having two fingers slipped inside her wet and wanting pussy. Robin’s fingertips skirting her skin and her lips hovering around her ear and neck felt like tiny shocks of electricity being administered. A sensation Micky wanted more of, though there was something else she wanted even more. Then, completely free of inhibitions and whatever logic, faulty or otherwise, had stopped her from doing so, Micky spoke the words that were at the forefront of her mind.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Oh, please, fuck me.”

Robin gave a breathy chuckle in her ear. “Oh, I will, Micky. I will.” Her hands meandered along Micky’s back, to her buttocks, where they traced along Micky’s skin in the lightest of touches.

More juices slid down Micky’s inner thighs. She’d be creating a puddle on the floor soon, like her wet jacket had done earlier. Extreme wetness really was the theme of this night.

Robin’s fingers had reached Micky’s inner thighs now. They trailed upward, and Micky braced herself, but the fingers kept caressing instead of going where Micky so desperately wanted them. In that moment, it felt like she had been waiting for Robin’s fingers to enter her for as long as she could remember. She was done waiting. She turned around, pushing Robin away from her in the process, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her close again.

“Please,” she begged. “I need you now.”

Robin’s glance went soft. She brought her face so close to Micky’s, their noses almost touched. She shook her hand free from Micky’s grasp and, without taking her eyes off Micky, brought her hand where Micky had wanted it all along—or at least for the past two weeks, which seemed to have been condensed into this moment.

This time, when Micky braced herself, Robin’s fingers did enter. Slowly, stretching Micky wide. She was filled with Robin. Her dream was coming true.

Micky brought one hand to the back of Robin’s head and the other to one of her breasts. This was beyond any dreams she’d dared to have. Was this even really happening? But, oh, yes, Robin’s fingers delved a little deeper, and her blue eyes were still gazing at Micky.

Micky’s breath was already faltering, stopping and starting in short gusts. Robin’s fingers inside of her were really all she needed ever again. And the feel of her breast in her hand. And those beautiful eyes on her.

Robin’s serious expression changed into a slight smile—one that said she knew exactly what she was doing and what Micky wanted. To have a woman like Robin doing this to her. No matter how nice Martha was and how much they had in common, Micky had, on some level, known it would never work unless she’d had a few months to get over Robin first. Because Robin did something to her. This wasn’t just the effect the first woman she’d ever slept with was having on her. This was Robin. The combination of them together.

Robin’s fingers found a spot inside of her that seemed to make all of Micky’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt. All the desire she’d kept bottled up for the past two weeks came crashing through her flesh, pooled between her legs, clamped itself around Robin’s fingers.

And if Micky had one thought flitting through her mind in that moment when Robin fucked her so deliciously, so knowingly, as though it was all she’d ever done in her life, it was that this wasn’t just an orgasm, it was a reunion  . There was no way that, after this, Micky wouldn’t let her feelings be known down to the tiniest detail.