The Right Time

Chapter Twenty Nine

The two girls were in bed together, anticipating the next move to be made. Beca stared into Chloe's eyes of blue, and found herself falling into them. The redhead couldn't stop looking at Beca's pink lips- badly wanting to kiss them.

Sexual tension filled the air- as did a sense of nervousness. It was possible that they both wondered if they could live up to their previous performances, but it was also possible that they were scared to ruin what they had just re-started with an 'average' night.

The redhead made the first move. Her hands began to cradle the girl's face as she kissed her lips; next running through her hair; and finally, they made their way down to the small of her back.

After feeling Chloe's hands under her shirt, Beca kissed the girl's neck. She left tiny, delicate pecks at first, but when the redhead's fingers began to rub small circles into the dimples of her back, the overwhelming urge to have Chloe overcame her, so she kissed a little harder, and moved her arms so she could bring a hand a little lower.

'I've missed this', the redhead breathed as a hand was slipped under her shirt.

The nerves seemed to be disappearing.

Beca tightened her hand on the girl's side, then slid it up to her bra.

'Wait', Chloe said, awkwardly removing her shirt as she lay beneath Beca.

The brunette took a moment to appreciate the exposed beauty of her girlfriend's chest, then set to work by kissing her abs. She got higher and higher up her abdomen until she got to the white lace. Unhooking it with one swift motion, she gently took it off the redhead's torso. She was surprised at how her breath was actually taken away by the sight before her eyes. She had missed every freckle and every square inch of her body.
Next, she lowered her mouth to her breast, kissing sensitively. Chloe began to breathe slightly deeper- she was enjoying it.

'Mmm', she moaned lightly, wrapping her hands in Beca's hair.

The brunette stopped what she was doing to remove her own shirt. Then, she continued. Chloe rubbed her hands over the girl's back, still majorly enjoying herself. Coming across a tough muscle on her back, she said:

'You feel tense, Becs'

Beca looked up to meet her eyes.

'Help me relax then'

Chloe rolled her onto her back, and latched her mouth onto Beca's neck, grinding her hips as she did so. The sensation of Chloe's warm skin against Beca's was enough to make the brunette moan.
After one more grind of the hips, Beca was struggling to hold herself back. Chloe sensed this, so she let her fingers roam down to the zip of the girl's jeans.

Unfortunately, the zip seemed to not be working properly, so she fiddled with it for a few seconds. She didn't fiddle for too long though, because Beca grew impatient, and rushed to do it herself. The DJ audibly sighed in relief as she lay back, Chloe's hand slipping over her underwear.

'Chlo...'

The redhead pressed her body closer into her girlfriend's, and lay her head on her shoulder, buried in brown hair. The bit of pressure applied on top of Beca's underwear gave the DJ a small rush of pleasure before Chloe started to rhythmically move her fingers in circles. Beca's hands tightened on the pillow beneath her head; she could feel the redhead's lips hovering on her neck.

Chloe's fingers went faster and faster until she was sure that she was bringing the girl to the edge. Just as Beca's breathing grew faster and faster, and she started to moan, Chloe nipped at her neck, and yanked her hand away; smiling cruelly to herself.