Page 26 of Holiday Hitch
Daryl got down on her knees, lapping at Leah’s entrance before working her way toward the cream. Leah wondered what the two tasted like together. The moan that came from deep inside Daryl told her it must have been incredible.
“Leah, you taste so good,” Daryl mumbled into her, a mixture of the topping and Leah visible on her cheeks. She brought her tongue back down to Leah’s entrance to get another taste of her pleasure before going back to suck her clit clean.
Grinding along Daryl’s tongue, Leah screamed with pleasure.
Daryl brought the toy from the counter to her own center, rubbing the toy between her wet lips and sliding it inside herself.
“Fuck,” Daryl moaned as the toy hit her G-spot.
Leah whimpered at the sight of Daryl fucking herself, the taste of her pussy on Daryl’s mouth.
Daryl returned to her place between Leah’s thighs, all of the whipped cream cleaned up from her hood. She licked firmly, occasionally sucking Leah’s clit into her mouth as she rode the toy.
“Oh!” Leah cried as Daryl moaned into her pussy.
Leah could tell Daryl was nearing her peak as her hand tightened around Leah’s hips. The thought of sharing an orgasm with Daryl brought Leah even closer to her own climax. She grinded along Daryl’s strong tongue as it explored all of her folds.
“I want you to come with me,” Daryl whimpered, trying to slow herself down so Leah could catch up.
Leah nodded and let her head hang back, exposing her neck. Daryl’s hand moved from Leah’s hip up to rest at her neck.
“Fuck,” Leah said as she moved faster against Daryl’s mouth.
They moved in sync, their moans grew louder as their peaks grew closer. Finally Leah gave a loud shout as she felt Daryl’s tongue slip inside her entrance, thrusting into her. Her head fell back and slammed into the overhead cabinets, the pain pushing her to her orgasm.
Daryl moaned as she entered Leah with her tongue. She pushed the toy deep inside herself and rode along it as she tasted Leah.
Their screams melded as they came together, bodies rubbing against each other desperately. They gripped at one another's skin, each seizing up as they released their pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” Daryl whimpered as she pulled her face away from Leah’s center.
Leah’s body released as she exhaled, “Babe. Fuck.” Daryl laughed as she met Leah’s lips for a kiss, the immaculate taste of Leah and the whip cream still lingering on her breath.
After a blissful moment, Daryl pulled away and started to clean up their mess, putting away the gingerbread supplies as Leah pulled on her clothes.
Once they were both dressed and had recovered from the excitement, Daryl turned to Leah, “I forgot to mention that I want to come to Christmas in Sugarties.”
Leah grinned, “Really?”
Daryl nodded, “Yeah. If it’s important to you, I’ll be there.”
Leah’s smile faltered as she considered Daryl’s words. “But that’s not the whole reason, right?”
Her face twisting with confusion, Daryl asked, “What do you mean?”
Leah took a deep breath, “I don’t want you to come to Christmas just because you think it’s what I want.”
“But that is what you want. You asked me to show up,” Daryl argued, confused why giving Leah what she wanted wasn’t enough.
Leah walked back to the couch and scoffed, “It’s not just about showing up, it’s about youwantingto be a part of the family. But you clearly don’t. You’re only there because you feel obligated to.”
Confused, Daryl held up her hands, “Leah, I don’t understand what I did wrong.”
Leah walked back to the coffee table and tried to find a way to explain that Daryl might understand.
“It’s shitty to feel like I’m constantly forcing you to do things for me without any desire on your end to be there. If I hadn’t asked you to come to Christmas, would you have wanted to come?”
Daryl rolled her eyes, “Like you want to do everything that I ask you to do?”