Thirteen Hours (14 page)

Laurel hissed in pleasure. “I told you I like dirty talking,” she reminded in a breathy voice. “Among other less than tender attention.”

Dana released Laurel’s nipple so she could interrupt. “That’s right, you’re a kinky little thing, aren’t you?” She licked around Laurel’s areola, breathing harder. She hoped it wouldn’t take her too long to get comfortable enough with Laurel to take advantage of that particular fantasy.

Laurel pushed her fingers into Dana’s hair, holding her head against her breast. “I’m up for pretty much anything, Dana, if you want it.”

I’m going to have to get Scott something really excellent for Christmas this year.
Dana switched breasts, taking the other nipple between her teeth and circling it with the tip of her tongue.
Something that really reflects my deep, undying love for him, that magnificent bastard.

Dana drew back and took a deep breath. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes,” Laurel moaned. She spread her legs wide so that Dana’s hips settled into the space. “I was tested after my last partner,” she said, avoiding Dana’s eyes. “There hasn’t been anyone else since.”

Dana blinked, not having even thought to ask the question. She could feel her rounded belly growing wet with Laurel’s desire. The sensation made her impatient, barely able to concentrate on Laurel’s earnest words.

“In case you were worried about it,” Laurel explained in an uncertain voice.

Dana’s mind cleared just enough for her to recall one of the first things she’d said to Laurel.
Maybe I’m scared of what I might catch with you squirming around on my lap like that.
“I wasn’t worried.”

Laurel smiled. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Dana shivered in anticipation. She licked her lips, almost unable to believe that she was about to fulfill one of her greatest fantasies.
I’m going to go down on this gorgeous woman. It’s a birthday miracle.
She gazed upon the length of Laurel’s body, admiring lean curves as she assessed the situation.

“Do you think you could get over my face?” Dana asked, breaking into a shy smile at the question. “If I lie on my back?”

Laurel groaned and sat up, reversing their positions with ease.

Dana found herself on her back once again, gasping as a knee was planted on either side of her head and Laurel’s pussy opened above her, deep pink and glistening with wetness, her engorged clit so swollen it was almost red.

“Remember what I said about rousing me. I really do want to finish this.” Dana gripped Laurel’s hips with shaking hands. “Please.”

Laurel giggled and slid her hand down between her own legs.

She spread herself open, then pushed two fingers on either side of her aroused clit. “We could start with something a little less intense.” She rubbed herself with slow-moving strokes.

Dana bit down hard on her lower lip as her clit pulsed in pleasure at the sight of Laurel touching herself. “Oh, no,” she said. “I like intense. Intense is very, very good.” She lifted her head and swiped at Laurel’s index finger with her tongue, whimpering in surprise at the delicious flavor of her juices.

Laurel moved her hand, leaving her swollen need exposed. “God, Dana—”

Dana reached for Laurel’s hips, bringing her pussy lower. “My turn,” she whispered, and extended her tongue to take a leisurely lick of the hot, wet flesh.

She forgot to worry about not knowing what to do the instant she felt Laurel’s slippery labia against her tongue and began to envelop her large clit. She stopped thinking altogether, and rumbled in ecstasy as she explored every inch of Laurel’s most intimate place with her whole mouth.

Laurel’s thighs trembled and she weaved back and forth as Dana sucked eagerly. “Oh, fuck, yeah…”

Dana moaned at the sound of Laurel’s growled words. She tasted so unbelievable, so sweet; Dana wondered if all women tasted this good, or just Laurel. She tugged harder on Laurel’s hips, compelling her down more firmly on her face. She could bear the weight—wanted it, in fact—and she craved the sensation of being totally overwhelmed by Laurel’s smell and taste.

“You’re so…good.” Laurel toppled forward, her hands connecting with the elevator wall. Propping herself above Dana, she moaned and squirmed as Dana’s attack on her pussy continued.

Dana rolled her eyes back as far as she could, staring up past Laurel’s belly, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. She wanted to watch exactly what she was doing to Laurel, to see if this felt as good to her as Laurel’s tongue had felt to Dana. That she could reduce another woman to a trembling, whimpering mess left her feeling more powerful than she knew possible.

Laurel’s whole body quivered in sync with the uncontrolled shaking of her thighs. She rocked her hips back and forth over Dana’s face, smearing slick juices over her lips and chin and nose. One hand dropped from the wall to Dana’s head, the fingers threading through her hair.

Dana tried to hold Laurel still as she focused on the hard ridge of nerves whose worship produced even more of the slick wetness she savored. She swirled the tip of her tongue back and forth over Laurel’s hard clit, chasing it around with firm strokes. Every so often she would move her whole mouth lower, thrusting into the tight opening she found there, pulling Laurel hard against her as she penetrated her with a stiff tongue.

“Christ, woman,” Laurel whimpered, now more subdued within her grip. “You’re…it’s…yes, baby, suck me…”

Dana heard small, frantic noises and the thighs beside her head began to tremble more violently. She slid her hands from Laurel’s hips to her buttocks, gripping hard and spreading the cheeks apart. Laurel stiffened and cried out, sending a rush of hot, salty wetness to soak Dana’s lips, cheeks, and chin. Thrilled by what she could cause simply by following her instincts, Dana held her tight, trying to draw out as much pleasure as she could. She relaxed her grip only when Laurel began sobbing for her to stop.

“Oh, all right,” she mumbled. “You can rest for a minute.” She scooted out from beneath Laurel and sat up, chuckling.

Laurel simply collapsed onto the blanket and lay motionless on her belly, hair spread wildly around her head. She was panting, her arms stretched out and her round bottom providing a tempting sight.

Dana crawled up the length of Laurel’s body, peppering her shoulders and spine with soft kisses. She struggled for words, not certain how she could verbalize what she was feeling.

After a few moments, she said, “That was fucking incredible.”

Laurel’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “It was,” she mumbled into the blanket. “I can’t move.”

Dana kissed the back of Laurel’s neck, grinding her pussy into the naked bottom beneath her. “Oh, you don’t need to move. I think you’re fine just where you are.”

Laurel groaned and pushed back, turning her face to the side.

“You’ve done this before,” she accused. “There’s no way you’re just that good.”

Beaming, Dana rested her cheek against Laurel’s soft hair. “I guess I’m just that good.”

“I guess you are.”

“Do I get to try for a second one, too?” Having brought Laurel to orgasm once, Dana found herself full of heady confidence. She was ready for more.

Laurel exhaled shakily. “It’s got to be almost five thirty in the morning. You’re trying to kill me.”

“I don’t want to kill you.” Dana moved her hand from the dip at the base of Laurel’s spine to the backs of her thighs, pushing her fingers into the juncture until she found wetness. “I just want to fuck you.”

Laurel seemed to gather herself then. She attempted to push herself up to kneeling, but Dana quickly placed her free hand down firmly between Laurel’s shoulders to prevent her. “Stay right where you are,” she said.

Laurel shuddered. “If this is you as a beginner, I fear for my physical well-being.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to dream,” Dana said. “And watch, and read.”

Laurel moved her knees apart so she was spread open. “I’m impressed. And I hope this means you’re over being nervous. You have no reason to doubt yourself, trust me.”

She did trust Laurel, absolutely. And miraculously, she found her nervousness had all but disappeared. “How can I be nervous when I’ve got you wet and open and on your belly in front of me?”

She got to her knees behind Laurel and rested a hand on her bottom.

Feeling almost cocky, she drew back after several slow caresses and delivered a sharp slap, causing Laurel to jerk in surprise. “In fact, I’m almost ready to get kinky with you.”

“God, and it’s not even
my
birthday.” Laurel dissolved into giggles.

Dana gripped Laurel’s ass and spread her open, lowering her face to the pink folds she revealed and lapping at them with her tongue.

When Laurel released a throaty moan, she replaced her mouth with her fingers.

“I bet you love getting taken like this,” she murmured, tracing the edges of Laurel’s labia with her fingertips. Swallowing a momentary worry about her technique, she continued to stroke her. “Do you love being taken like this?”

Laurel nodded fast, rocking back on her knees to meet the motion of Dana’s fingers. “Yes,” she choked out.

“I knew it.” Hesitantly, Dana pressed a finger between Laurel’s folds and searched for her opening.
I hope I know how to go inside of her from this angle. I hope I don’t hurt her.
When she located the promising entrance she sought, she slipped her finger gradually inside.

Laurel released a quiet grunt of pleasure. “God, Dana.”

“You want me in here?” Dana whispered. How the hell did she get so bold?

With a throaty moan, Laurel pressed back against Dana’s finger.

“You’re getting very…forceful,” she whispered, moving still more, urging her deeper inside.

“You make me want to be.” Dana felt a welling of emotion she could not control. Laurel made her feel like she could be, or do, anything. She wiggled her fingertip into her opening, then withdrew.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you inside me.” Laurel’s words were slightly muffled by the blanket. “I want you to keep talking.”

Emboldened, Dana leaned close and took Laurel’s earlobe between her teeth. She pressed her fingertip against Laurel, playing with the tight ring of flesh. She stroked her idly for a few seconds, then probed at her again with a trembling finger.
Calm down, Dana.
She exhaled through her nostrils, stroking Laurel’s wetness as she worked to relax.

Calm down and make this so good for her.

“How many fingers do you want?” she whispered into Laurel’s ear. She rubbed gentle circles around her opening with two fingertips.

“Tell me.”

Laurel thrust her bottom higher. “Two,” she whimpered. “Give me two.”

Dana grinned at the feeling of power that surged through her body.

She’s really turned on.
Eager to feel Laurel from the inside, she pressed onward, stopping when she slid in to her first knuckles. “Two?” She curled her fingers slightly and withdrew, rubbing slick inner walls as she retreated. “You want two fingers inside your pussy?”

Dana was drawing on every porn movie she had ever seen at this point, every piece of erotic lesbian literature, and she knew from Laurel’s tortured moan that she was hitting the mark.

Laurel’s breathing grew increasingly labored. “Please,” she begged, pushing back before Dana began moving with her. “Fuck me, Dana, please.”

With a sense of victory unrivaled by any good grade in school or achievement in business, Dana thrust her index and middle fingers deep inside, groaning in unison with Laurel as she buried herself completely within the snug space. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, losing herself in the myriad of new sensations: the heat surrounding her fingers, the subtle pulsing she could feel throughout her whole hand, the wetness that soaked her palm and trickled down her wrist.

“You feel incredible,” she breathed. “Laurel, you’re so sexy.”

She stared down, transfixed by the sight of her fingers disappearing inside Laurel.
I can’t believe I’m really inside you.

Prone on the floor in total submission, Laurel released a pained whimper and rocked faster and harder on Dana’s hand, reminding her that she should really finish what she started. As Dana switched to deeper thrusts, they fell into an escalating rhythm that made her ache for her own release.

“Yes,” Laurel hissed, moving her hand between her own legs to start stroking her clit.

Dana grinned. “Oh, yeah, you like this a lot, don’t you?” She gave Laurel a couple of extra-hard thrusts, taking a cue from Laurel’s frantic response that she was nowhere near her limit. “Don’t you?”

Laurel nodded her head, face buried in one arm. “I love it,” she said. “You feel so good.” Her hand worked furiously between her legs.

Staring down at Laurel’s wanton movements, Dana had a flash of inspiration. She stopped moving her arm, but kept her fingers deep inside. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck my fingers.”

Laurel cried out in startled arousal, and, after only a brief hesitation, began rocking in earnest, forcing Dana’s fingers deep before pulling away so that only the tips remained inside, then pushing back so she was buried once again.

Dana wondered if it was possible for her to come again without being touched. Her clit twitched, aching with a deep pleasure-pain that took her breath away. She watched Laurel maintain an unashamed rhythm with her body, freely using Dana to push herself closer to climax. “God, you’re hot,” she growled.

Unable to resist, she began thrusting once again, this time letting her thumb rest against the puckered ring of Laurel’s anus. She didn’t attempt to penetrate, instead applying teasing pressure to the tiny pink opening. Laurel rewarded her with a strangled whimper.

“I want to make you come,” Dana said.

Panting, Laurel gasped, “I’m almost…there.”

Her hand worked at her clit, rubbing frantic circles as Dana moved within her. Dana began stroking tiny circles with her thumb, caressing the sensitive skin of Laurel’s anus, while she kept up a steady rhythm of thrusts into her drenched pussy.

“Maybe one day I’ll teach you to fuck my ass,” Laurel gasped out.

Her pussy contracted around Dana’s fingers as she spoke, growing even slicker. “Would you like that?”