Disclaimer: I own nothing. Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Plot inspired by Halsey's Hurricane.
Beta: SunflowerFran
07
Bee's lips part, eyes begging me to touch her. Grasping my hand in hers, she guides me to her chest. When my thumb brushes her nipple, her head falls back. Eyes clenched shut, she rolls her hips over mine and lets out a breathy sigh.
Heat, pulsating heat, emanates from every pore.
Sitting up, I fuse our mouths together and crush her breasts in my palms. Her breath stutters and fingers curl in my hair. Hips dragging and pressing, she gasps.
Pushing her hand between our pelvises and fingering my zipper, her eyes tell me what to do next. My jeans are off in an instant. And her shorts quickly follow. Skin-to-skin, she sighs.
My mouth opens as she lifts and shifts against me insistently. I want to tell her that I don't have a condom. That I've never done this before. That she's the only one. She'll be the only. My first.
Her lips purse, hands gentle on my face as she hushes me. It's okay, she assures me. She still wants to. And, do I still want to? At my nod, she smiles that slow, dimpled grin and closes her fist around my dick.
Eyes clenched shut, my head falls back against the pillows as I groan. Every pump and twist of her hand sends waves and waves and waves of pleasure through me. I don't want her to stop, but I want more.
Her teeth drag against my neck, tongue following behind to soothe the irritated skin. I know, her voice is husky as her lips ghost over my chin. Her hips shift and lift, hands guiding as her body lowers and envelopes me. And then I'm surrounded. Warmth. Wet, wet, warmth. From her kisses. From her sighs. From the spot between her legs that pulls me deep, deep within.
My hands are restless. Clutching at the sheets. Dragging up her back. Pulling her head back by her tangled hair. Mouth suckling at her long, soft neck. A neck that feels like peaches against my lips, but tastes like salt.
I'm so close, I gasp against her chest. Her pace quickens, lips parted as she rises and falls over me urgently. The slick slip and slide is everywhere. It's too much. It's not enough.
Bee's hands close around my wrists, pinning them to the bed over my head as she continues her onslaught. Neck straining, I clench my eyes shut and gasp as the pleasure overwhelms me. And then, just as quickly as it started, it's over.
Bee collapses onto the bed space beside me. Biceps firmly pressed together, I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest. It matches mine.
This is not even close to how I imagined my first time to go ... and, yet, somehow its better. Sandwiched between two girls in a big, pink motel room bed, I can't help but smile.
Consent is sexy (: Thank you for reading!
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