Second Chances (23 page)

“Slow, slow, slow,”
Allison chanted to herself in a silent mantra.  Every cell in her body screamed at her to take what she wanted.  To take what she felt belonged to her.   To take what had been denied for too long.  She wanted to bury herself inside of this girl. The aggressive and possessive feelings scared her.

Reagan could feel Allison’s muscles twitching and straining as if short electrical pulses were assailing her body.  “Are-are you okay?”
she asked as Allison moved her mouth from her lips to her neck.

“
Uh huh,” Allison murmured into lightly perfumed skin. She nipped at Reagan’s jugular, causing her to groan and involuntarily thrust her hips upward.  Allison’s brain screamed when she felt Reagan’s hipbone bump into the juncture between her own thighs. “
Oh God, I’m dying.”

Allison captu
red Reagan’s hands, tangling the brunette’s fingers with her own, and pulled her arms above their heads. Her mouth continued to travel further south while she pinned Reagan to the mattress, and she was rewarded with quiet mewls of appreciation. She nibbled along Reagan’s breastplate as though devouring the most delicious meal.  She skipped past her pert breasts and momentarily released her hold on her hands so her tongue could pay more attention to her slightly jutted ribcage.

Reagan wiggled beneat
h her partner; Allison had inadvertently found one of her ticklish spots.  As she squirmed, Allison’s strong upper thigh connected between her own thighs. She audibly gasped when her clit rubbed against the muscled appendage and she instinctively ground herself onto Allison’s leg to receive more friction. 

“S-Slow,” Allison stuttered a reminder.  Showing unreasonable willpower, she pulled her thigh away from Reagan’s
heat.

Reagan groaned in disappointment and frustration.  “Please, Allie,” she rasped.  Her hips thrust upward, hoping to garner some kind of contact, but Allison merely moved her body with the undulations rather than reward her for her impatience.

Allison smiled down at her impetuous bedmate.  “It’s not time for that yet,” she quietly chastised.  She lowered her head down to Reagan’s perky breasts and grinned.  “It’s not just about you, you know,” she murmured, darting her tongue out against pebble-hard nipples.  “I’ve been thinking about this for too long to dive right in.”

“You-you’ve been thinking about this?” Reagan stuttered.

Not answering, Allison pulled another gasp from Reagan as her tongue flicked against a sensitive nipple.  One hand rolled the other nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger while her mouth danced over the other straining breast.

Reagan arched her back into
Allison’s hot mouth, and she wrapped her fingers around blonde, wild locks.  She pulled Allison’s face down, mashing her against her breast, wordlessly encouraging her for more.  But Allison maintained her steady, gentle ministrations, not increasing the pressure of her fingers or her tongue. She ran lazy circles around Reagan’s nipple with the tip of her tongue while her fingers continued to gently tweak the other sensitive bud.

Reagan sighed contentedly when Allison rotated her mouth to the other breast.  She sucked the hardened nipple into her mouth and lightly bit down on the small bud. Reagan whimpered and rolled her hips suggestively.

Allison released her lip-lock on Reagan breast and smiled warmly. “Patience,” she ordered before returning her attentions back to Reagan’s breasts.

Reagan slid one hand under
the waistband of Allison’s jeans and found her way between her parted thighs.  Her fingers easily slid through the arousal.  Both women moaned when Reagan’s fingers slipped over Allison’s outer lips and brushed against her slightly protruding clit. 

“Fuck,” Allison uncharacteristically swore as Reagan gently slid the tip of her finger along her wet slit, pulling more arousal from her. “That’s not fair,” she practically cried.

Reagan grinned coyly before sliding a single digit up into Allison’s hot core.  “Slow, right?” she quietly taunted.

Allison moaned, momentarily forgetting Reagan’s naked breasts as her finger slid deeper into her wet pussy.  “Reagan,” she panted uselessly in protest.  She tried to clamp her thighs together to make it harder for
her to thrust inside her, but with Reagan’s body straddled between her legs, she could barely deny her access.

Reagan sat up in bed.  With her free hand, she
unzipped Allison’s jeans and pulled them down her slender hips. “You should know by now,” she smiled, “I always get my way.”

R
eagan slowly pulled her single finger out of Allison’s tightness; the digit was thoroughly coated with thick arousal. With little thought, she brought it to her lips.  She moaned, her tongue dashing out to taste Allison for the first time.

“Off,” Allison wheezed, clawing at the jeans that had her thighs pinned in position. “Get these off.” Watching Reagan licking her arousal off her fingers was too much.

Reagan smirked. “What happened to slow?” she taunted, still licking her lips.

With effort, the two managed to peel Allison’s jeans the rest of the way off.  Her underwear soon followed.  Reagan
pushed her finger back inside, and she felt Allison clench around her.  Her wetness clicked, filling the quiet bedroom with the sound of her heightened arousal.

Allison slumped forward slightly, her legs parting
until she felt a slight twinge in her groin muscle.  She rested all her weight on her knees and held herself stable with one hand on Reagan’s shoulder.  Although she had wanted to tease and delay Reagan’s satisfaction, she wasn’t masochist enough to deny herself an orgasm. 

Reagan smiled mischievously and used her legs and free hand to propel her further down the bed until her face was level with Allison’s parted thighs. “Where-where are
you going?” Allison panted, unable to fully concentrate with Reagan’s finger buried inside her. A low groan escaped her lips.  From this position, it looked like she was sitting on Reagan’s face.

Allison tossed her head back and screwed her eyes shut when she felt Reagan thrust hard inside her.  Blindly, she reached down with one hand and cradled the back of Reagan’s head, pulling her up deeper into her pussy.  Reagan sucked hard on her sensitive clit while thrusting her finger deep into Allison’s wet core.

“Reagan,” Allison called out in a strangled voice. She wanted to scream out her name, but she had just enough mental presence to remember that her mother and sister slept just beyond the unlocked bedroom door.

Reagan grunted beneath her, sending an unex
pected vibration up through Allison’s body.  She felt like Reagan had just touched a vibrator to the tip of her clit, and she sucked in deep breaths as her orgasm rocked through her.  “Ahhh, fuck,” she strained out, her head slumping forward.

Reagan continued to suckle on her clit until Allison pushed the palm of her han
d into her shoulder, forcing Reagan’s head down into the mattress.  “S-Stop,” she commanded, looking down at the surprise in Reagan’s eyes. “T-too much.  Too sensitive.” She attempted to move, but found her upper thighs unstable. On shaky legs, she finally repositioned her body so that she once again lay next to Reagan under the sheets. 

Reagan pro
pped herself up on one elbow.  “Was that okay?”

Allison gave her
a lazy grin.  “God, Rea,” she breathed. “You’re a natural.”

Reagan released a deep breath.  “Good cause…you know…I was nervous.”

Allison turned on her side and smirked. “After a year of foreplay, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.”

Reagan blushed slightly in the darkness of the room.  She still had Allison’s arousal on her fingers and face and didn’t quite know what to do next.  What was the proper protocol for these kinds of things?  Was Allison going to reciprocate now or should she excuse herself to the bat
hroom to clean up?  And would Allison take offense to that?  Would she think that Reagan hadn’t
enjoyed
what they just did if she washed away the evidence?

Allison’s eyes
narrowed to slits.  “You look like your brain is working overtime.” Her hands wandered under the sheets and found Reagan’s hipbones.  She slipped one hand around Reagan’s waist and pulled her closer.  “I hope you don’t think we were done.”  She nuzzled her nose into the crook of Reagan’s neck and breathed in deeply.  “After all, what kind of person would I be if I enjoyed myself and left you unsatisfied?”

“A boy?”

“Touché,” Allison chuckled.  “I’d better do something about that then.”  She licked along the outside of Reagan’s earlobe.  She breathed heavily into her ear. “I wouldn’t want you mistaking me for a guy.”

Reagan swabbed her tongue against her bottom lip, tasting Allison’s arousal again.  “I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’d be
able to make that mistake.”

Allison licked along
Reagan’s collarbone, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that had collected on her skin.  “God. I want to lick every inch of you,” she quietly growled. “I want to taste you all over.”

“Do you have to start all over from the beginning?” Reagan asked, her voice slightly quivering. “I mean, can’t you just, uhm…”

Allison smirked and raised her eyebrows. “Anxious, much?”

Reagan returned the smirk with a coy smile of her own. “No,” she shook her head, “just horny.”

Allison chuckled deeply. “You just said the magic words.”  She slid under the blankets. Reagan’s eyes flipped wide open when she felt nimble hands unfastening the top button of her jeans and pulling down on her zipper.

“No imagining I’m someone else while I’m down here,” came Allison’s muffled command.

Reagan lifted her backside off the mattress and helped Allison remove her jeans and underwear. Her
hand went to the moving, sheet-covered lump between her parted thighs. “N-no,” she stuttered when she felt Allison’s tongue swab across her clit.  “Nothing to worry about there.” She groaned into the darkness of the bedroom.

Allison’s fingers spread her open, and she slowly licked along every crevice and fold. 
She moved along the insides of Reagan’s quivering thighs, sucking the spilled arousal from the tender flesh.

Reagan whimpered when she once again felt Allison flick just the tip of her tongue against her sensitive clit.  She wanted to grab onto her face and reposition her exactly where she needed pressure, but worried that Allison might punish her more for showing such impatience once again. 

Reagan pushed the sheet down, revealing Allison’s head and strong, naked shoulder blades.  Allison paused momentarily and looked up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Reagan gasped, rolling her hips slightly.  “I just want to see you.”

Allison flashed a quick grin before returning her attentions to Reagan’s pussy.  She trailed a single digit up and down her seeping slit, collecting her arousal and spreading it around.  She dipped her finger inside, just to the first knuckle before drawing it back out.  She repeated the motion, causing Reagan to breathe hard.

“You feel so good,” Allison murmured reverently as
she stared at Reagan’s swollen pussy.  She continued to dip a single finger slowly in and out; every thrust became deeper and harder, causing the breath in Reagan’s throat to hitch, yet Allison continued to penetrate her with painfully slow and deliberate movements. “You wrap around my finger like you never want to let go.”

Reagan’s sex became increasingly saturated with every penetration.  The musky scent of sex lingered in the bedroom and the sound of Allison’s t
hrusts clicked in her ears.  “God, Rea,” Allison moaned as if in pain.  She slid a second finger inside. “You’re so wet for me.”

Reagan gasped
when she felt Allison’s fingers fill and stretch her.  She thrust her hips upward, meeting every downward thrust. 

“Mmm…do you like that?” Allison
purred as she watched Reagan’s hipbones rise and fall.

“Allison,” Reagan p
anted desperately.  The mattress started to creak and groan.  “Please, I need your mouth on my-my clit,” she begged.  Her thighs fell apart and her knees slightly bent, opening herself completely.

Allison wet her lips and dipped her head back down to
Reagan’s sex.  She rolled her tongue in circles around Reagan’s engorged clit, pulling a quiet hiss from her.  She moved Reagan’s clit back and forth with just the tip of her tongue while continuing to slowly push her fingers in and out of her core.

Reagan gripped onto the bottom sheet tightly, pulling hand
fuls of Egyptian cotton into her palms. “Allison,” she gasped again, pulling the elasticized fitted sheet away from the sides of the mattress.  “Yes, right there.”

She groaned loudly when Allison sucked her tender clit into her mouth. “O
h fuck, yes,” she moaned, no longer caring that Allison’s family slept just beyond the bedroom door. “Your mouth. God, yes.  Uhn, don’t stop,” she continued to encourage her as she clamped her eyes shut. “I’m so close, Allie. I’m so fucking close.”

Reagan could feel the sweat pooling in her shallow belly button.  As Allison’s talented mouth and fingers continued to push her closer and closer to c
limax, her body temperature continued to rise. Her hands traveled across the front of her body, pressing into her lower abdomen, fluttering over her belly button, dancing up her ribs, and coming to rest on her aching breasts.