Page 22 of Irish Getaway
“Is this okay?” Claire asked as she flicked her tongue over her again, her fingers hooking under the thin fabric.
“Yes,” Evelyn panted, her breathing already all over the place, and Claire had barely touched her.
Claire slid her underwear down her legs, and Evelyn still couldn’t believe this was real. Whenever she thought of being with another woman, it was always a hazy fantasy, both because she couldn’t know how it would actually feel and because she didn’t have a particular woman in mind.
But this was all very real, and it wasn’t just happening with anyone. Claire had gradually invaded her thoughts these last few weeks, and once they regularly started spending time together, Evelyn could do nothing to stop herself from falling for her.
Evelyn inhaled a shaky breath as Claire climbed on top of her. She’d been almost certain that Claire was going to stay between her legs, but right now, Claire was looking down at her with the most seductive gaze, her black hair tossed over one shoulder as she dipped her head to find Evelyn’s lips.
Evelyn sighed into the kiss, her hand on Claire’s cheek, the other sliding down her back and grabbing a hold of her ass, eliciting a low moan from Claire’s lips.
“I love the way you kiss me,” Claire murmured against her lips.
But before Evelyn could reply, Claire’s hand trailed up her thigh until she was cupping her sex, moaning when she found out just how ready Evelyn was for her.
Evelyn loved the feeling of having Claire on top of her like this, her silky hair brushing her skin as she moved, her breasts pressed against her own, her lips never too far away, and Evelyn forgot what she was thinking about when Claire’s fingertips found her clit, tracing slow, tight circles around it.
“Fuck,” Claire panted as she pulled back to meet Evelyn’s eyes. “You’re so wet.”
Evelyn lifted her hand to Claire’s cheek again, struggling to form the words, because with every little movement of Claire’s fingertips, Evelyn felt herself losing control. “I need you,” Evelyn managed, guiding Claire’s lips back down to hers right as Claire slid her fingers inside.
Evelyn threw her head back, a low moan on her lips, her hand gripping Claire’s shoulder, the other on her ass while Claire’s fingers slid in and out. Evelyn could hear how wet she was, and her clit was throbbing, Claire’s heel brushing up against it with every stroke.
“Oh fuck,” Evelyn groaned, and then she had to kiss Claire, her hand on her cheek, pulling her down into a deep kiss, their tongues swirling while her hips moved of their own accord, matching Claire’s thrusts.
It wasn’t long before Evelyn had to break the kiss again, her breath coming in gasps as her orgasm grew closer, her body wound so tight. Claire’s lips trailed down her neck and over her chest, taking a nipple into her mouth, teasing her with her tongue, and Evelyn had to bite down on her lower lip, barely able to make sense of the tension building up, of how close she really was.
Because whenever she’d taken care of herself over the years it was a struggle to get over the edge, and she couldn’t keep those thoughts from entering her mind now, but Claire’s lips were on her neck and then her jaw, her voice whispering in her ear.
“Come for me,” Claire said, her voice low, and then her lips were on Evelyn’s again, hungrily kissing her as her fingers curled inside Evelyn.
Evelyn held onto Claire, breaking the kiss and burying her face in Claire’s neck as her body shook, her hips grinding back against Claire’s hand.
Evelyn saw stars, and she briefly wondered if she’d blacked out. Her eyes fluttered open, her grip on Claire’s loosening. She was breathless and flushed, her heart pounding in her chest, a warmth flooding her body as she tried to recover.
Claire was kissing her again, her mouth tender and sweet as she eased her fingers out, and Evelyn couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss. Everything was magnified, every touch, every kiss leaving her skin tingling.
Claire pulled back to meet her eyes, her fingers lightly caressing her cheek. “Are you okay?” she asked, searching her eyes as she got comfortable beside her.
Evelyn moved onto her side, her hand on Claire’s hip, their legs still tangled. Evelyn ran her hand up and down Claire’s thigh. “Yes,” Evelyn said, her eyes locked on Claire’s. “More than okay.”
Claire smiled. “Good.” She leaned in to kiss her again. It started slow, their tongues lazily exploring, but it wasn’t long before their breathing became heavy, and Claire was back on top of her.
Evelyn let her hands wander down Claire’s back as she lost herself in the kiss, already feeling another orgasm building slowly, her hips moving against Claire’s body.
Claire broke the kiss, shifting her body and sliding down the bed, her lips pressing hot kisses on Evelyn’s neck and chest as she made her way down.
“Can I taste you?” Claire asked, looking up at her as she brushed her lips over her lower abdomen.
A shiver of desire ran through her, both at the way Claire just asked her that, and at the thought of what that would actually feel like.
“Yes,” Evelyn said, her voice breathy as Claire continued down her body, kissing her hip before moving to her inner thigh.
Evelyn moaned when Claire’s tongue parted her folds, and she gasped when Claire found her clit.
Evelyn’s fingers twisted in Claire’s hair, her hips lifting off the bed. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how Claire’s tongue was making her feel like she was losing control.
Claire’s hands were on her thighs, holding her in place as she continued to flick her tongue over her clit, taking it into her mouth, and Evelyn could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breathing becoming more ragged as she moaned Claire’s name.