That One YDAD

pt 4

Those Three Words.

Hands. Wandering, curious, fondling hands. Grace could feel the red heads soft, warm hands all over her skin. Mamrie took her time in caressing every curve of Grace’s being. Especially her legs, damn those legs. Mamrie leaned over Grace, who was lying underneath her and slowly ran one hand down her side and down Grace’s thigh, grabbing her behind the knee. She leaned down and passionately kissed the blonde, letting her hand wander elsewhere. Grace lead Mamrie’s hand down to her wet underwear.

“Get those removed.” She whispered in her ear.

The read head kissed all down Grace’s body before getting to the edge of her underwear, she bit the hem with her teeth and started pulling at it. Grabbing the underwear at either side with her hands, Mamrie slid them down Grace’s long legs, over her feet and threw them onto the floor. Mamrie came back up to Grace’s eye level. Looking deep into those beautiful brown eyes. Mamrie pushed her lips hard against the blondes, slipping her tongue into her mouth. Grace was reciprocating. Thrusting against the red heads leg, enough to make her go crazy! Mamrie took one hand and slid it down to the inside of Grace’s thigh. Nipping and squeezing. She took her finger and ran it up Grace’s wet seam. She could see how fired up this got Grace. She was trembling with pleasure underneath her. Mamrie was using her other hand to balance herself over Grace. She dipped down and gently kissed Grace’s chest, over and over. She gently bit Grace’s nipple causing her to yell out, but not in pain, the sensation that pulsed through her wasn’t one of pain but one of pure desire and want. Mamrie knew exactly what her next move was, she took one finger and slid it into Grace, causing her to yell out again.

“Woah, fuck!”

Grace’s moans were enough to make Mamrie cum instantly. Grace was rocking her hips against Mamrie’s palm, loving the friction she was causing. Mamrie took her finger out and plunged in with two fingers. Grace was moaning uncontrollably, her hands were tangled in the red heads soft hair, occasionally pulling. Mamrie took off her underwear and straddled herself on top of Grace, intertwining their long, toned legs. The red head moved her hips back and forth, putting her hands on either side of Grace’s head, intensifying her hip thrusts. Mamrie dipped her head down towards Grace’s. She could feel the blondes hot, sticky breath on her neck. Grace grabbed Mamrie’s hips and pulled her close, her whole body quivering under the sensation of wet body parts touching. Mamrie rolled off of her and lay next to Grace on the bed.

“Well.” Mamrie panted heavily. “Fuck.”

“Mamrie?” Grace turns her head to look at her.

“Hmm?” Mamrie still panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. A bead of sweat dripping from her forehead, running past down her nose, catching it with her finger before it reaches the edge of her mouth.

“Are we still taking it slow?” They both look at eachother and start laughing hysterically.

“Yeh, as if!” Mamrie chuckled. ‘I think we’re past the point of no return, Gracie!”

They lay in bed for the rest of the evening until the next morning. Kissing, cuddling, talking. But one thing never came up. What’s next? Were they officially ‘dating’ now? Eugh, Grace hated the term. Why couldn’t they just be together without it having a label attached? She was so glad that that conversation hadn’t been brought up. She was loving just being with Mamrie and spending time with her, staying the night with her, that conversation would have been a total mood killer. Grace knew Mamrie was in to long-term relationships and maybe she was too but she hadn’t ever had one. Just a thing or two, on and off for a few years. A few sexually frustrated encounters but Grace knew that her gut feeling was with Mamrie and she was now lying next to her with the biggest grin on her face. Grace reached over and grabbed Mamrie’s hand.