Chapter Seven – Tasting Her
Rina's mouth was on Nayah's again, messy and hungry, tongues colliding as if the weeks of tension had finally exploded. Nayah's hands clawed at her shirt, pulling, desperate to feel skin.
"Take it off," she whispered against her lips.
Rina pulled back just enough to yank her top over her head, tossing it aside. Nayah's gaze dropped immediately to her breasts, full and straining against the thin bra. She reached up, cupping them through the fabric, thumbing at Rina's hard nipples. Rina groaned, grinding down against Nayah's thigh.
"Fuck," Rina muttered, her breath ragged. "Do that again."
Nayah pinched one nipple between her fingers, feeling it pebble under her touch, then leaned forward and sucked it through the lace. Rina gasped, her head falling back, a sharp moan escaping her lips.
"God, Nayah…"
The sound made Nayah wetter, heat flooding between her legs. She unclipped the bra, freeing Rina's breasts, then latched onto one nipple with her mouth, flicking her tongue while squeezing the other. Rina's nails dug into her shoulders, her hips rocking harder.
"Fuck, yes. Just like that," she moaned.
Nayah switched sides, sucking greedily, biting lightly until Rina cursed. When Rina couldn't take it anymore, she pushed her back onto the couch, straddling her. Their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing as they kissed again, sloppy and urgent.
Nayah could feel how wet she was, her pussy throbbing, aching for more. She slipped her hand between them, fumbling at Rina's jeans. Rina lifted her hips, helping her slide them down.
When her panties were revealed, the dark wet spot made Nayah's mouth water. She pushed the thin fabric aside, her fingers brushing Rina's swollen pussy lips.
"Already so wet," Nayah whispered, sliding one finger through the slickness.
Rina shuddered, her thighs trembling. "Don't tease me. Fuck me."
Nayah didn't hesitate. She pushed two fingers inside, groaning at how tight she was. Rina's moan echoed through the room as she started rocking against her hand, breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Fuck, Nayah, harder," she gasped.
Nayah pumped faster, curling her fingers to hit deep, her thumb rubbing Rina's clit in rough circles. Rina's pussy clenched around her, dripping onto her hand, the sound of wetness filling the air.
"God, you feel so good," Nayah muttered, watching her fall apart.
Rina's body tensed, her moans turning into cries as her orgasm ripped through her. She came hard, pussy clenching around Nayah's fingers, slick coating her hand. She collapsed forward, panting, her breasts pressed against Nayah's chest.
Before Nayah could catch her breath, Rina kissed her fiercely, then shoved her down onto the cushions.
"My turn," Rina growled.
She stripped Nayah bare in seconds, tossing her shorts and panties aside. Nayah's pussy was glistening, swollen, the lips spread open from how wet she was. Rina knelt between her thighs, holding them apart as she stared.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," she said, then leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit.
Nayah's back arched instantly, a strangled moan leaving her throat.
"Oh, fuck, Rina!"
Rina's tongue circled her clit before sucking it hard, making Nayah's thighs shake. She slid two fingers into her pussy, fucking her deep while licking her clit relentlessly. The mix of pressure was overwhelming—Nayah was writhing, grabbing at the couch, screaming her name.
"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begged, grinding against her face.
Rina's tongue flicked faster, her fingers pounding harder, knuckles slick with Nayah's arousal. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and raw.
Nayah's body tightened, her stomach clenching as the orgasm built too quickly to fight. She came with a sharp cry, pussy clenching hard around Rina's fingers as she squirted onto her hand and mouth.
"Fuck!" she screamed, her body shaking violently.
Rina didn't stop until Nayah shoved weakly at her head, overstimulated. She pulled back, her chin wet, licking her lips with a satisfied grin.
"You taste so sweet," she whispered, crawling back up to kiss her, letting Nayah taste herself.
They kissed again, sloppy and deep, both of them trembling, their breasts pressed together, hearts racing.
For the first time, neither of them held back. It was raw, messy, desperate—everything they had been denying. And as they collapsed into each other's arms, sweaty and breathless, Nayah realized she wasn't just fucked. She was gone...