First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 100

  As Taytum sits back against the headboard, strap in place, her eyes lock on me like I'm the only thing that matters in this world. My pulse is in my throat, my skin hot everywhere, but there's something grounding in the way she's looking at me. It's not just hunger. It's love.

  "Baby," she says, her voice low, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

  I nod, swallowing hard, and with my hand in hers I climb over her lap. My thighs press against hers, the head of the strap brushing my entrance, and I can't help the sharp breath that escapes me. God, it feels real. My body remembers, but my heart knows this isn't the same. This isn't him. This is Taytum.

  "I want this," I whisper, more to myself than her. My fingers rest on her shoulders as I hover. "I trust you. I want you."

  Her hands slide to my hips, warm and steady, not pulling, just holding. "Take your time, Dani. You're in charge."

  I line myself up and sink down slowly on the strap, inch by inch, the stretch making my lips part in a soft moan. It's different, thicker than I expected. I roll my hips slowly, dragging the strap out of me until I'm almost empty before sinking back down. The stretch makes me moan every time, deep and sharp, and I can't stop chasing it. My hands clutch at Taytum's shoulders as her teeth graze my collarbone, pulling another sound out of me.

  The way Taytum's looking at me, eyes dark, jaw tight, only pushes me further. I lean down, brushing my lips over hers, teasing kisses that turn deeper as her tongue slides against mine. I start moving, slow at first, rocking my hips and finding a rhythm that makes my whole body hum. My walls clench around the strap, and I see the way Taytum's head falls back, a hiss leaving her lips as the base rubs against her clit. She's feeling it too.

  "Fuck, baby, look at you," she pants, her voice rough, eyes locked on where my body takes her in. "Riding me so slow, taking every inch... you're killing me."

  Her words make me wetter, my body clenching around the strap like it's real, like it's hers. And in this moment it is.

  I lean forward, lips brushing her ear. "You like watching me fuck myself on your cock, Tay?" The way the words roll off my tongue makes my own stomach flip, heat crawling higher.

  She groans so hard it rattles through her chest. "You have no idea. Ride me, Dani. Show me how much you love it. So perfect... keep going, just like that."

  Heat pools low in my belly as I grind down, my thighs trembling with the effort. Each movement drags against my g-spot, makes me cry out, makes me want more. My hands clutch at her shoulders for balance, nails digging in, but it's not enough.

  I need more.

  I grind down harder, finding the spot that makes me whimper, and rock against her until sparks burst behind my eyes. She catches my rhythm, lifting her hips into mine so the base of the strap rubs perfectly against her clit. Her low moans make me shiver, knowing I'm the one making her lose control.

  "God, Taytum..." My voice breaks, breathless.

  Her hands grab my hips, not taking over, just guiding me, helping me ride her deeper, harder. The sound of my wetness fills the room, and is addictive. Sweat drips down my spine, my breasts pressed against her chest, as I cling to her and still I don't stop.

  "Damn, baby, I love your pussy," Taytum growls against my neck. "So greedy for me. You feel that? How you're milking me?"

  "Yes," I gasp, my body clenching tighter. "It feels so good, Tay."

  She kisses me hard, almost bruising, and I ride her faster, chasing the edge. Every thrust makes my belly tighten, makes my thighs tremble, until I'm right there, desperate and undone.