Key To Your Heart

15

Roseanne

I don't know why I expected my request to be met with a laugh or a smirk or an eye roll. That's how Lisa and I operate-that's us. Being honest? Being nice? It's new and uncharted, and I don't know what to make of it.

But she does.

She doesn't miss a beat, helping me to my feet and turning me to her. Her chest is soft against mine, her hands are gentle on my cheeks, and she kisses me like she can't get enough. It feels like she wants to be touching me everywhere she can.

Kissing. Stroking. Undressing me. She whispers my name against my skin like a prayer, and before I know it, I'm naked, seated on the desk, and she's dropping to her knees before me.

My knees part and I revel in her sharp intake of breath as she pauses to take me in. The way her rough hands slide up the insides of my thighs before hooking my legs over her shoulders. And the way her eyes flash up to mine as she drops her head closer to my core.

I feel exposed and vulnerable as she stares, just looks at my spread pussy for a few beats. Eyes twinkling like I'm the most exciting thing she's ever seen.

I almost combust on the spot when she growls, "Oh fuck yes," before lifting her gaze, smirking her stupid, cocky smirk, and then kissing my clit. A deep groan rumbles in her throat as she tastes me for the first time and my eyes roll back in my head.

I'll be replaying that noise in my head forever.

She starts slow, but neither of us has any restraint. Our fervor is on a constant upswing. My hips push forward, begging for more. Her tongue presses into me, and my fingers grip her hair yanking her closer.

I broke every speed limit to get to you.

Her teeth graze along my pussy, and my head tips back.

There's nothing funny about the way I want you.

Her fingers slide in as she sucks, and my legs clamp around her neck.

It just makes me love you more.

She twists every ounce of pleasure from my body, her free hand blazing a trail of heat up over my stomach, strumming my nipple as she works me over.

"Lisa!" I gasp her name as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. Hard, fast, and relentless. My body shakes as I come apart around her. I hold her just as tight as she holds me.

When the waves subside, she pulls out her fingers and stands over me, hand cupping my cheek. "What I meant to say earlier is I'm fucking obsessed with you and I have no idea how to handle it."

At those words, I reach forward, wrapping my hand around the root of her hard length that juts out above the waistband of her underwear. Every hot, hard inch of it. It's huge, and I know I'll be feeling it tomorrow.

Her head drops as she kisses my cheek. It hits me that I'm totally naked and she's not. I'm fully exposed, and she's not.

Except maybe she is.

I shed my clothes, and she shed all her barriers.

I run her head, the pearl of cum beading there, over my pussy and moan at the feel. Her hands graze up over my ribs, and she holds my breasts reverently. Cupping. Squeezing. Then twisting on my nipples as I swipe her across my already sensitive clit and murmur, "What else? Tell me more."

I want her to feel just as naked as I do.

"What I meant to say earlier is I've dreamed about this." I drop my head to her chest and breathe her in. So have I. The thought filters through my mind and I recognize its truth.