Page 10 of Holiday Hitch
Robin hovered her lips just above Zoey’s clit, letting her breath tease it. After years of touching and fucking each other, Robin knew Zoey would tell her if she was uncomfortable. But as she watched Zoey’s ass grow red from pushing against the edge of table, she couldn’t help but find the squirming unbelievably sexy.
Finally relenting, Robin brough her mouth to Zoey’s clit, letting her tongue explore the soft slit and hood.
“Oh fuck,” Robin moaned into Zoey, her taste making Robin somehow grow wetter.
Zoey arched her back as she began to rock her hips along Robin’s tongue, “Robin, please.”
She couldn’t stop from smiling at Zoey moaning her name; even after all these years, it still felt like she had won a prize.
Robin pushed her tongue against Zoey’s clit, spreading the pressure out so as not to overwhelm Zoey’s nerves too early. She wanted her to enjoy every second of this pleasure. Her hands gripped Zoey’s thighs as they grinded along with Robin’s movements, but then she brought one hand toward Zoey’s pussy as she continued to please her with her mouth.
Allowing her fingers to tease Zoey’s entrance, they became slick with her pleasure, “Zoey, fuck. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Zoey nodded, her head lightly knocking against the walnut. Robin looked up at her to check in, feeling more protective of Zoey’s body now that their baby was inside of it.
But Zoey kept moving, the feeling of Robin’s tongue exploring her as her strong fingers grazed her slick pussy made her even more eager to have Robin inside her.
Robin could tell that Zoey was rocking her hips and trying to angle her pussy so that Robin’s fingers would slip inside. She pulled away for just a moment, clicked her tongue, and said, “Baby, if you want me inside you so badly, you could just ask nicely.”
Zoey moaned, “Robin, please finger me.”
It was all Robin needed to relent, allowing her slick fingers to gently push inside of her lover. The feeling of Zoey’s walls squeezing her fingers forced a whimper from Robin’s mouth, vibrating Zoey’s clit against her tongue.
Robin let Zoey find her rhythm, grinding against her tongue and fingers until she found the perfect pace. Robin gently massaged Zoey’s G-spot, letting her fingers curl slightly with each thrust of her hand.
“Robin please,” Zoey cried out as she neared her peak, writhing against Robin’s hands and slamming her ass into the table.
Lifting her mouth from Zoey’s folds, Robin said, “Zoey Greenwood, you’re having my baby.”
Zoey laughed as Robin brought her tongue back to Zoe’s folds, this time applying a deeper pressure that brought Zoey right to the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Zoey screamed, “Fuck, Robin, I love you.”
Robin used her tongue to spell out “I love you too” onto Zoey’s clit before going back to strong circles. Zoey put her hand in Robin’s hair and pulled it, unable to contain her excitement.
A moan escaped Robin’s throat as she felt the tug on her scalp pull her hands and mouth closer to Zoey’s warm pussy.
Zoey grew louder, her hips struggling to keep pace. Robin took over, thrusting deeper and slower into Zoey as she pushed her tongue against her clit.
“I’m so close,” Zoey whimpered as her body began to shudder against Robin’s touch. It was only a few seconds later that Zoey’s entire body seized up under the pleasure, a few jolts of movement grinding her against Robin’s hand.
She cried out in ecstasy as she reached her climax, “Fuck, Robin!”
When her body slowed and gently fell back against the table, Robin slid her fingers from Zoey’s entrance and allowed her tongue to move toward it. She slipped it inside, licking up Zoey’s pleasure.
She fucking loved cleaning up Zoey’s mess.
Zoey sat up on the table and pulled Robin up to her face, kissing her lips and letting her tongue play with Robin’s.
“I want you upstairs,” Zoey groaned, still excited from her orgasm.
Robin smirked and nodded, helping Zoey down from the table and making their way up the winding, Victorian stairs. The first time Robin had led Zoey up them, there wasn’t any drywall hung or any lighting installed. They had made love under a construction light, too absorbed in each other to care.
But now, they walked into the beautiful, large primary bedroom with a king-sized bed centered against a large bay window.
Zoey pulled Robin in for more kisses, tasting herself on Robin’s lips. She moaned at the excitement, her clit still throbbing from Robin’s tongue.
Walking Robin toward the bed, Zoey stopped at the foot and turned Robin around by her hips.