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I wrapped the blankets around myself tighter, listening to the slow labored breath beside me. Stacey had fallen asleep early into the movie as usual last night. I was unclear when I had taken my own rest letting Netflix autoplay through a cycle of suggested horror titles until my eyes were heavy.
I stared at her. Occasionally she moved as if she felt the weight of my stare. Blinking unfocused, eyes sticky with sleep. A small moan escaping as she rolled to her side towards me exposing the tops of her breasts that spilled from her tank top. Her dark hair fanning around her head, tendrils of black accented with scarlet streaks around her face. The remainders of last nights lipstick still stained her lips leaving them an almost bloody color and I longed to have them mark me.
We had fooled around many times before, each leading up to something closer to a carnal lust that longed to explode out of me. Past kisses were not enough to sate me now. I needed it all.
I hoped that she wanted me too.
I reached for the closest bit of her flesh, an exposed thigh that hung from the blankets surrounding her and I moved in closer. My fingers slowly reading the texture of her skin like Braille. I pressed hard with my nails longing to mark her, to dig enough to let a small rivet of blood run down her leg that I would eagerly lap at the fount of her essence.
A small moan escaped her lips, parted, poisonous red. I stroked a small circle into her, my hand creeping higher. I rolled Stacey on her back. I gave a gentle pull to her panties that she had fallen asleep in an she gave a small sound of approval as I pushed them to the side slipping my fingers under them, cupping her mound. The feel of soft skin and fuzz beneath my fingertips. I wanted to look desperately at what I was playing with and I crept up her scratched thigh bringing my face to her crotch. I nosed her panties her musk already filling my nostrils.
She wanted this as badly as I did.
I pushed her panties to the side and moved my fingers to her slit already soaked in anticipation of my approaching fingers. I strummed her clit a few times as it sent reverberation up her body, she arching her back in response. Stacey's fingers digging at the bedsheets beneath. I brought my hand to her lips, she already knowing what to expect as she licked each digit, her mouth above as wet as the one below. Coating my fingers with her spit. I dragged them back down her body and fed three into her at once as she bucked wildly against them. I knew she had room so I slipped my tongue in as well adding the to sensation of moving in and out of her rapidly. She moaned and thrashed, pinioned between the two sensations. Her breathing rapid. Hungry.
I finally had enough and tore down the side of her panties leaving me more room to play.
My free hand had moved up her body, cupping her hip keeping her in position for me. When she knew what I wanted and decided to stay I let me hand roam up the roundness of her stomach, over her lower ribs until I met her pert breasts, red-tipped and peaked for me already. I wasn't much of a tit girl, but her's were impecable.
I twisted a bud in my fingers making her gasp while I continued to fuck her with my hand. "That's it baby. That's it."
Since it was my house, I knew what toys were charged and tore my fingers out of her and reached into the dresser for a Bluetooth enabled little device that I could easily sink up to the heaviest music on my Spotify playlist it pulsating trying to follow the beat. Too much could rattle the soul out of your body.
I lubed it only with my spit and her juices, grabbing my phone and finding a playlist I rather liked myself. In the meantime I needed her to do a little work. She wasn't the only one that could get off here.
I lowered myself onto her face waiting. Stacey cracked open her eyes for the first time in at least a half hour, wide full blown in lust. She tore my panties from me and began a slow steady suck against my hipbone bringing blood to the surface as she sucked her way against my pelvis leaving welts. She moved her way downward between my parted legs, her tongue sliding against my clit and my teeth chattered in anticipation. The hot breath against my core. She wasn't about to play nice, especially since I was probably bruising her insides at the moment with my playlist.
Her tongue darted into me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I felt the scrape of her teeth, the puncture of her nails.
My vision went black.
This is what death felt like. What rebirth felt like.
I was the louder of us and the residents of the next apartment were probably up jacking it listening to this if they weren't already at church.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Just like that." I screamed. "Keep going."
Next time I think she was ready for me to bring a strap on. Holy fuck was she good.
I would have to ask who she has eaten out before and why I didn't make the short list.
A wash of stars before my eyes as I finally came.
I don't know how many times she found her own release.
"So are you sleeping over again tonight?" Stacey asked.
"I'd love to." I said.