Unwritten Chemistry

Daisy (pt.2)

TRIGGER WARNING - part 2

Malia's POV

I shove Kylie off me with a surge of energy, flipping us so I'm on top, skin slick against skin. The cool air bites at our heated bodies, but it only fuels the fire burning between us. Kylie gasps beneath me, her wide eyes gleaming with surprise and desire, lips already parted for more. I dive down, kissing her hard, pouring everything into the moment. Her moan vibrates against my lips, sending a jolt straight through me.

- What's this Canadian air doing to you? - She breathes, voice shaky and thick with lust.

I grin, nipping at her bottom lip.

- I think you love it. - My thigh slides between her legs, pressing against her warmth, and she bucks her hips instinctively, grinding down with a sharp, needy moan.

- Fuck—yeah, I do. - Kylie gasps, her head falling back as I push harder, loving the way her body melts against mine.

But before I can get comfortable on top, she grabs my hips, flipping us with a quick twist of her body. Now she's straddling me, her hair falling wild and messy around her flushed face.

Kylie's hands are everywhere—her fingers slipping between my thighs as her lips press against my neck, biting just hard enough to make me squirm. The intensity between us feels like a fire catching, spreading quickly, consuming everything in its path.

- God, Kylie. - I breathe, arching into her touch as she slides two fingers inside me without hesitation, curling them just right.

Pleasure jolts through me like lightning, and I can't stop the moan that slips from my lips.

- That's it, baby. - She whispers, her voice sultry and low, sending a shiver down my spine. Her mouth hovers over my ear, her breath hot and teasing. - But not yet. You're not coming yet.

The promise—and the denial—makes my whole body tighten with frustration. I try to buck my hips against her hand, desperate for more, but Kylie's free hand grips my hip firmly, keeping me pinned.

- Stay still for me. - She commands, a smirk tugging at her lips, knowing exactly how wild she's driving me.

- You're so wet, Malia. - She murmurs, her thumb brushing over my clit in slow, deliberate circles that send me spiraling. My thighs tremble around her hand, my breath stuttering as I struggle not to lose control.

- Kylie. - I whimper, barely able to think through the haze of desire. I can feel the orgasm building, sharp and consuming, just out of reach. My muscles tense, every nerve on fire, and I know I won't last much longer.

But Kylie knows exactly what she's doing. The moment I start to unravel, when my body tightens and my breathing falters, she slows her movements—just enough to keep me on the edge but never letting me fall.

- No, babe. - She murmurs with a wicked grin, nipping at my lower lip as I groan in frustration. - Not yet. I told you.

Her fingers curl inside me again, stroking that spot that makes my toes curl and my back arch, and I can feel myself slipping—hovering right at the brink. But just as I tip over the edge, her hand pulls away completely, leaving me gasping and aching for release.

- Kylie! - I cry out, my voice laced with desperation and disbelief. My body throbs, empty and denied, every nerve screaming for more.

She just smirks, clearly enjoying the sight of me undone beneath her, trembling and flushed.

- Oh, babe. - She coos softly, brushing a stray curl from my forehead. - You didn't think I'd make it that easy for you, did you?

I glare at her, biting my lip to keep from begging—but it's impossible to hide how much I want her. I'm throbbing, wet, and aching for her touch. Kylie leans in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of my mouth, her fingers ghosting over my thigh just to tease me further.