This has never happened before with anyone. Kaylee recognizes the cliche, yet it feels true. They're intertwined in bed with each other, wearing nothing except the socks you won't take off. "It's been established that women have better orgasms with socks on," you had contended, and Kaylee had buried their chuckles with their mouth, tasting and savoring their laughter.
Their meeting felt unexpected, but in retrospect, she realizes it was almost inevitable. They'd always clung to one other, spending their days and nights together, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were the only ones left. After months of perilous missions and the loss of more and more of their pals, they came to this because they were afraid of losing each other, but she knows it would have occurred anyway.
Kaylee gasps as you go down their body, kissing beneath their breast, on the soft skin of their stomach, and the curve of their thigh. Kaylee inserts their finger into the silky coils of your hair and pulls while you sink yours into them. While you rub and lick at her most sensitive skin and Kaylee wraps her thighs over your shoulders, they moan in unison, the most exquisite sound Kaylee has ever heard.
Falling for you was terrifying at first. To have her entire world turned upside down when she understood it was okay to experience such raw want and affection for another woman. But it wasn't just because you were a woman that made this so special. Kaylee knows she wouldn't feel this way for anyone else, no matter their gender. It's only you.
Kaylee pulls harder at hair in their hands, ushering you back up and into their arms. Their lips meet and mouths open and Kaylee feels as if their blood is simmering when she tastes themselves on your tongue but it's not enough.
"Do you want me to get the strap?" The words come out around a moan as you dance your fingers down their chest and stomach and scratches into the hair between their legs. Kaylee would have been self-conscious about that before, but not now, when their pleasure feels like such a tangible representation of their love.
You give Kaylee a warm smile and a firm kiss on the cheek before shaking your head. "I had other plans for tonight, as much as I'd love for you to fuck me into the mattress." You shift to your side and pull Kaylee in front of you. Kaylee thinks she could stare at your eyes forever because they are crinkled in the corners with a smile, but their eyes flutter shut as she feels your thigh slide between their own and press against the slickness of their cunt. "Good?"
"Yes, perfect," she hisses as she pushes their own thigh closer to you and gasps as she feels their body's weight and dampness. They aren't kissing as much as they are breathing the same air as they rock back and forth against each other. As they curl around each other, arms reaching and gripping and legs entangled, Kaylee thinks, It's so perfect.
You're groaning on their neck and grinding against their leg, and Kaylee is right next to you, oblivious to everything. Kaylee is shaken and quivering in your arms, the warm vanilla aroma of your shampoo, the lingering taste of sweat on your mouth, and the hot slipperiness sliding against your leg, but it's the way you shift just so their breasts touch together that throws Kay over the brink.
When she is able to speak again, she exclaims, blinking away the stars in her vision. "Sit on my face."
Before sitting up and moving up Kaylee's body, you laugh, breathy and a touch agitated. As you straddle their face, you mutter, "You're beautiful." Kaylee has heard it before, all their life, but she has never felt more beautiful as she does now. As Kaylee moves their tongue back and forth across your clit, you appear heavenly, holy and divine.
