REVERIE (f/f / love triangle / romance/erotica)

Chapter 3:

I woke up startled, looking around at the exposed brick walls, confused as all hell. But I was in my own apartment, in my own bed, clearly unalone.

"Is this okay?" She asked.

"Yes," I responded, not quite prepared for the next moments.

Some shuffling went on beneath the sheets and I let out a whimper as my legs were spread and something soft hit my center. Satisfaction began to consume my body, every nerve dancing under her touch.

Laying back, realization hit me that I hadn't come home alone last night. And very obviously my visitor had felt welcomed enough to stay. How hospitable of me. I remembered the night clearly, but grogginess always stole me in the morning.

I wasn't used to taking strangers home, but I couldn't complain as she spread my other lips further and went to town. My toes curled in pleasure, and I stuck my hand under the sheets, gently guiding her head closer to my apex while arching my back. A moan found its way out of me, while her fingers entered in me. I gasped again, louder, unable to suppress it as she filled me.

Her one arm was wrapped around my thigh, while her fingers were inside of me with the other, her face buried between my legs, and I couldn't help but pull the sheets up slightly so I could watch. Her hair was sexy and messy, tied back sloppily to do what she was doing, and she was completely naked. No cheeky underwear or thong. Nothing. Noise continued to escape me, and came to a significant volume as I reached climax. I could hear her moaning too and the vibration of it set me off. I came again.

I found myself nearly panting when she came up from under the sheets, and her lips, ever so wet, landed against my own. I kissed her back, tasting myself before pulling away.

When my eyes reopened to look at her, I saw how stunning she looked in the morning light. Dark brown, wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was a dark olive tone, quite the contrast against my own skin, and she had an extremely attractive tattoo between her perfect breasts. A thorny rose. I wondered how long she'd had it, what it meant.

One thing bothered me though. Things were a little too intimate for not even knowing her name, but I didn't have the nerve to ask after all of that. She didn't seem to care anyways. Nor did she ask mine.

Despite my thoughts I was still horny, and pushed her beside me, hopping on top to straddle her. She smiled at me, her canines showing. "You don't even have to do me, I'm a giver," She said sensually. I leaned in closer to her ear, trailing my tongue lightly on the outer edge. "I'm a giver too," I whispered. She sighed, falling back against the sheets.

I slid down her midsection, still wet as a waterfall, then slid in between her legs. My tongue went into motion and I made her peak in a mere few minutes.

Soft knuckle taps tapped against the door gaining both of our attention and she pulled the sheets up over her perky breasts while I slipped my legs over the bed, feet to the floor.

"It's probably just Ami," I told her, looking back, knowing it didn't matter as there was no way they knew each other. Amelia would have told me about her. Or at least would have slept with her and told me about it.

I walked to the door, looking through the peephole and sure enough, wild, red curly hair greeted me. She tapped her fingers against it, then pressed her eye up close to the peephole. "Hellooooo," She said. "I just came to make sure you were okay. You know I hate Irish goodbyes."

That made my eyes crinkle. I felt bad that I worried her, but loved that she cared enough to check up on me.

"I am very naked, and I'm sure it's very cold out there," I told her. "I'm sorry for not saying goodbye, I had to get out of there," I lied. Or maybe it wasn't a lie. The situation was dire.