Page 27 of Lakeside Longing
Rebecca kissed her way down Quinn’s stomach while her hands continued to tease Quinn’s breasts. Quinn’s breathing was already starting to change, her hips lifting off the bed, and Rebecca had barely gotten started.
Rebecca’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Quinn’s panties, her eyes meeting Quinn’s as she began to ease themdown. Rebecca tossed them aside and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of Quinn’s thigh, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her lips. Her hands slid up the soft skin of Quinn’s legs, spreading them wider as she got comfortable between them.
She inhaled the sweet, musky scent of Quinn’s arousal, and Rebecca’s hands moved to cup the firm swell of Quinn’s backside, pulling her closer as she explored the sensitive folds with her tongue.
Quinn’s response was immediate, her body arching off the bed as a low moan escaped her lips. Encouraged by Quinn’s reaction, Rebecca continued her slow exploration, her tongue circling Quinn’s clit, her lips gently sucking and flicking, alternating speed and pressure as Quinn’s moans grew.
Rebecca’s own body throbbed with need, the ache between her legs growing more insistent with each passing moment. But this wasn’t about her.
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The warmth of Rebecca’s breath on her skin sent shivers down Quinn’s spine. She let out a soft gasp as Rebecca’s tongue traced languid patterns across her most sensitive spots, sensations unlike anything she had ever known coursing through her. She threaded her fingers through Rebecca’s hair, the softness of it offering a stark contrast to the intense pleasure radiating through her body.
Then, with a gentle push, Rebecca rose, placing kisses along Quinn’s body as she ascended, as if mapping out a path of delicious torture. Once she reached Quinn’s chest, she paused, her lips hovering over Quinn’s racing heart. Her left hand, planted beside Quinn’s shoulder, trailed a path up her thigh, her touch feather-light and deliberate.
“Is this okay?” Rebecca murmured, her eyes searching Quinn’s face for any hint of hesitation. Her fingers edged closer to the center of Quinn’s desire, her touch sending sparks of anticipation through Quinn’s body.
Quinn nodded, her breath catching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
There was a moment of stillness, an electric tension, and then, with a slow, deliberate slide, Rebecca entered her. Agasp escaped Quinn’s lips as sensations she’d never felt before exploded within her. Her body arched involuntarily, seeking more, and Rebecca obliged, her fingers moving in a steady rhythm.
Quinn felt herself unraveling. This was nothing like she had experienced before. Rebecca’s skilled fingers worked their magic, and Quinn tightened her grip on the bedsheets, her eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Quinn’s other hand found Rebecca’s cheek, her thumb swiping along her jawline before brushing her lips over Rebecca’s.
Rebecca moaned into the kiss, adjusting her body weight, kissing her fully now, her tongue swirling with Quinn’s.
The pace of Rebecca’s fingers quickened and heat flooded her body. Quinn had to break the kiss, her breath came in short gasps, each touch, each caress, bringing her closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Quinn moaned.
Rebecca’s thumb found her most sensitive spot, and with that, Quinn was catapulted into a realm of pleasure she hadn’t known existed. Her body arched off the bed as a rush of sensations washed over her, drowning out all coherent thought. Her toes curled, her calf muscles tight, as her fingers tightened on the bedsheets, and her body pulsed with aftershocks until she was dazed and breathless.
Rebecca propped herself on an elbow, her eyes warm with a mixture of satisfaction and something softer, something that hinted at emotions running deeper than mere physical attraction.
“Quinn,” she started, then paused, her fingers absently tracing invisible patterns on Quinn’s hip. The contact sent tingles through Quinn’s body, and she realized just how intimate this moment was. Rebecca’s thumb stroked Quinn’s skin in a slow, soothing motion.
With a soft exhale, Quinn closed the distance between them, her lips finding Rebecca’s in a hungry kiss. Quinn’s hands slid behind Rebecca’s back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until it finally fell open.
Rebecca pushed herself up onto her knees, sitting back to let the straps slide down her arms before tossing it away. Quinn swallowed, her gaze transfixed by Rebecca’s breasts—the curve of them, the softness. She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to lean forward, to let her lips and tongue explore. It was as if an invisible force pulled her closer, and she found herself sitting up.
“You’re stunning,” Quinn said, her eyes taking in Rebecca, and then she was guiding Rebecca onto her back, reversing their positions. “I don’t know where to start,” she whispered as she covered Rebecca’s body with her own, and she forgot to breathe when their bare breasts touched for the first time as she leaned in to brush her lips over Rebecca’s.
They moaned into the kiss. Quinn found Rebecca’s hand and threaded their fingers together against the sheets while her other hand slipped between them to cup her breast.
Rebecca arched into her touch, and Quinn, for the first time, felt the thrill of bringing another woman pleasure. Quinn’s fingers toyed with Rebecca’s nipple. Swiping with her thumb and then teasing the hardened peak with her fingertips.
Rebecca broke the kiss, her breathing already ragged. A lock of hair fell over her eyes, and she looked ridiculously sexy, her lips swollen from all of their kissing. “God, Quinn,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She leaned down, her lips seeking Rebecca’s once more, and Rebecca parted her lips, her tongue searching for Quinn’s.
Slowly, Quinn slid her hand down Rebecca’s stomach, her skin so smooth. Quinn kept going, teasingly slow, until her fingers brushed against the elastic of Rebecca’s underwear. Then, she slipped her hand beneath them.
Rebecca’s hips lifted off the bed as Quinn circled her clit with her fingertips. She moaned, a soft, desperate sound, and tightened her grip on Quinn’s arm.
Rebecca was so wet already, and Quinn could feel her own arousal building again.
Quinn sat up, gently pulling her hand out from Rebecca’s panties, and with a swift movement, she tugged at the fabric until it slid down Rebecca’s legs.