Silent Storm Lesbian Story

48: Together

48: Together

Davie returned to the room and Belle was waiting, sitting up, leaning against the headboard, and scrolling through her phone. Davie pulled the door shut and Belle's jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God. You look so good Cher." Belle felt her entire body ripple with desire. She dropped the phone on the nightstand.

Davie laughed,"Whoever invented elastic is a genius! They're a little snug."

Belle giggled, she felt euphoric. "Jesus, Davis. It's sexy."

She sat up a little straighter as Davie moved to the bed and straddled her. Belle hesitated only a moment and then reached up, burying her hands in Davie's hair, kissing her and murmuring between contacts.

"I'm going to take you Mon Amor." Belle's hand slid down Davie's sides to the edge of her shorts. She ran her fingers between waistband and Davie's skin. "You're wearing your soccer uniform. Right here in your childhood bedroom."

Belle tugged gently lifting Davie's t-shirt over her head, revealing tight, puckered nipples.

Bell chuckled,"Your parents are downstairs."

Davie rolled her hips rhythmically and thrust forward inviting Belle to make contact with her breasts.

"I'm pretty sure after the comeback in that last round, Joan will let you do anything you want."

Belle grinned and looked up into Davie's eyes as she cupped and massaged her dense, soft breasts and circled her nipples slowly with her tongue.

"I didn't let them win, Davis. Did you?"

Davie grabbed Belle's shoulder to steady herself, she moaned and her head rolled back. "Oh ... yes. I mean ... no. Too ... competitive."

Mirabelle tugged on a nipple with her teeth and rolled the other between her finger and thumb.

"Oh yes ... Baby ..."

Belle groaned too. She shifted and rolled Davie over, following her until she topped her, hovering.

"Davis, how many games did you win in these shorts?" Belle slipped her hand down, past the elastic, and into building warmth and wetness.

"The waitress implied you were a very good player." Belle's fingers batted gently at Davie's bud.

"Oh fuck!" Davie arched and tried to focus. "Oh ... um ... yeah ... we ... were. Good. Wins. Lots."

Belle dropped kissing and licking Davie's neck and the skin at the top of her breasts. "Mmmm." Her fingers pushed deeper into the heat, playing at Davie's entrance.

"Oh fuck ... Baby ..." Davie was gasping, beginning to heave. "Please ..."

"You like winning, Davis?" Belle pushed a single finger into her, rimming gently.

"Oh yeah ... " Davie winced. "Love ... it."

Mirabelle grinned continued her slow languid assault, rolling slowly with Davis through the sheets. They warmed the space and Belle refused to let Davis shed her shorts. Instead they were both topless, Belle in only her underwear and Davie in her shorts.

Together they kissed, and probed, and fingered each other. The heated makeout session was both wonderful and frustrating. They pushed and pulled and as they navigated the fabric that was soaked with arousal.

Davie tried to force the rest of her clothing off."Belle." Davie whined softly. "Please Baby, let me take these off." Davis tugged at the waist of the shorts. "I want you."