Mikayla didn't stop. She would not take no for an answer. She sucked, licked and fucked Rita till she tell asleep. Later that afternoon, Mikayla woke to heat.The sun had fully risen, but the light that filtered through the gauzy white curtains painted the room in soft gold. Her limbs were tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of lavender and skin. Warmth radiated beside her, familiar yet unfamiliar. This was it. This was what she had been missing. This was the spark and warmth she had been searching for in men, in her fiance and never found. Her heart stuttered when she turned.Rita.Her best friend.Naked. Asleep on her back, lips parted slightly, one arm thrown over her head, the other hand still resting loosely on Mikayla's hip like she'd fallen asleep mid-touch. Her hair was a dark halo against the pillow. There were scratch marks on her shoulder.Mikayla's scratch marks.Memories hit like aftershocks: Rita's mouth on her breast, her fingers between her thighs, the sweet stin
Mikayla tossed and turned slightly in the bed as much as the limited space could allow. She couldn’t sleep.Not with the taste of Rita still lingering on her lips.They were curled up together on the couch, the fire dying out, their bare skin covered in nothing but a soft blanket and the heat still rolling off their bodies. Rita’s arm was around Mikayla’s waist, and her fingers were tracing lazy circles just beneath the robe that had fallen completely open again.Mikayla couldn’t stop staring at her.“You’re thinking too loud,” Rita murmured against her shoulder.“I just… I didn’t expect to want more.”Rita turned to look at her, eyes heavy-lidded and glowing in the dim firelight. “More?”Mikayla shifted, sliding her leg over Rita’s hip so she was straddling her. Slowly. Barely touching. She was completely naked now beneath the robe, and Rita could see it. All of her.“I don’t want to stop,” Mikayla whispered.Rita’s eyes darkened. Her hands found Mikayla’s thighs, gripping tight. “Th
Rita lay back against the couch cushions, her breath shallow as Mikayla climbed into her lap.The robe was still half-falling off Mikayla’s shoulders, exposing smooth skin and flushed collarbones. She was beautiful herself. Freshly fucked and beautiful. Her hair was tousled. Her lips looked swollen from kissing. And her eyes, God! those eyes were determined now. Shy, yes, but full of something bolder. Something dangerous.“I want to do this right,” Mikayla said softly, brushing her fingers down Rita’s arm. “I want to know what it feels like to make you fall apart, too.”Rita swallowed hard. “You already are.”“No. Not just from looking at me.” Mikayla leaned in, brushing their lips together in a whisper of a kiss. “I want to taste you. Touch you. Learn what makes you fall apart. I want everything.”“Fuck,” Rita breathed. “Say that again.”Mikayla smiled, cheeks hot. “Everything.”Rita’s head dropped back against the couch with a groan.Mikayla kissed her neck, then her shoulder, then
Rita’s breath tickled Mikayla’s neck.Neither of them moved for a long second, lips hovering, skin buzzing. Mikayla wasn’t even sure which part of her body felt on fire anymore, just that she was warm everywhere. Her bride-to-be robe clung to her suddenly-sensitive skin, and Rita was still so close she could feel the heat radiating off her body like a second sun.“You’re shaking,” Rita whispered, fingers ghosting over Mikayla’s knee. Barely touching. Just heat and suggestion.“I know.” Mikayla breathed out a nervous laugh. “I’m terrified.”“Want me to stop?”Mikayla paused to think about it. She knew Rita would stop if she so much as coughs wrong. But did she want to quit just when it was getting so good? Just when she was still figuring out the reins of this thing... Whatever this was? “No.” Mikayla finally said. Rita’s hand finally settled on her leg, just above the knee. Firm, reassuring. Slowly, she dragged her palm higher, thumb brushing along the inside of Mikayla’s thigh, so
The wine was warm in Mikayla’s throat. The quiet relaxation was worth it after the absolute crazy and fun-filled bridal shower that they had just rounded up. The fireplace in the expensive AirBnB they had rented was low and flickering behind the glass, casting shadows on the wood-paneled walls of the lake house. The rest of the bridesmaids had finally gone to bed after far too many rounds of dirty bridal shower games and toasts filled with plastic penises. Oh the joys of a dirty bridal shower. Now it was just her and Rita. Her best friend since college. The one person who could still make her laugh until she cried. The one who was always looking at her just a second too long. Mikayla was curled on the couch in her oversized bridal robe, legs bare, feet tucked under her. Rita sat opposite, sprawled like a damn painting, dark jeans, no bra under her tank top, hair loose and a little wild. “I’m going to regret marrying a man, aren’t I?” Mikayla asked suddenly. Rita blinked. “T
I had watched so many videos of South African weddings, so many videos of introductions and traditional marriages from the Zulu people in South Africa, that I could almost tell what came next after what, and yet, Thandeka had not shown me a video to prepare me for this kind of kink. But as she continued to have her hands and fingers around my ass, I finally started to get used to it. This time it was not such a surprise. She was so slow, gentle, tickling her way to the underside of my balls. I began to get used to her presence there. She would tickle my balls, then run her finger up the slit of my ass. Every time she would cross my asshole, she would stop and give just a little pressure to it. As I was still plunging in and out of her pussy, I was growing used to her fingers being near my ass. I found myself even pushing and changing my rhythm I was entering with, to push against her fingers when she paused near my tight hole. I felt her fingers between us. She had slid her litt