Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Lets get it on.

Nyla

I observe the red and pink suite Deck dragged me to. I sit criss cross applesauce in the middle of the bed. I roll my eyes at the rose petals that extend from the door entrance onto the bed. The huge "sweet love" lighting sign above the entrance door. The balcony sliding doors with the pink and red heart curtains.

How corny.

We went from discussing her diet, to discussing her car, to discussing condoms in her car, to purchasing a motel romantic suite.

Now I wait for her to return. I sit and scroll through some random magazine that's sells dirty laundry , which is located next door to the motel. It's actually not that bad of a suite, it's just absurd and romanticay.

"This was the best champagne I could get, seeing I'm not old enough," Deck returns. My eyes roam her body, she stands there in silk pink boxers and a white tank top and fuzzy socks. I don't know when she changed but it's hilarious.

"What the—" I burst into laughter as she takes her eyes off the bottle and turn to me with the biggest smirk. Why is she so funny?

"What?" She chuckles and seductively crawl towards me and I could do nothing but laugh.

"Why are you so goofy?" I laugh and she stops and pull out her phone and tap for awhile. Soon Marvin Gaye: Lets get it on plays through the wireless speaker. I completely lost it and couldn't stop the various amounts of giggles erupting.

"Lets love baby," she sings terribly and climbs between my legs and pull off my sweatshirt in one swift movement and marvels at my bare chest. I couldn't take this moment serious though, I cover my chest embarrassingly and cease my laughter. She halts for awhile and stare at me seductively. She slowly moves her hand to my wrist to pull down my hands and expose my breast. She tilts up my chin and slowly place a soft, wet kiss to my lips and pulls back to stare at me. Lust filled her eyes, she then pulls me closer and begins to trail kisses down my neck down to my chest as she caress my breast with her hand.

It felt amazing having her sweet soft lips cover every inch of my body. Her tenderness and warmth entangles with mine. Just being under her touch lights a fire within my stomach giving me the best feeling of butterflies I've ever had. I squirm against her, never wanting her to pull away. She kisses down my abdomen as the other one tiffs to pull off my underwear. I help by letting up a bit. I tug at her waistband to her silk draws and pull the tank top over her head.

"You have some nice boobs, what are you a C-cup?" I question and she grunts out and pulls her lips from above my private area.

"Are you seriously discussing my tits? And no, I'm an B-cup, I have a flat little boy chest I highly enjoy," she speaks sarcastically.

"Now can you stop being rude so I can enjoy dinner?" She groans out and dips her head back under the cover. I completely lose it once she places her lips onto mines, and I'm not talking about my face lips. My hand pushes at her shoulders as I try to run. Her hands grip under my legs and she yanks me closer to her mouth.

"Don't run princess," she says so strongly that I can't control myself. This is the most serious I've seen Deck thus far and it turns me on even more.

"Holy shit Deck," I moan out and she chuckles and works her tongue faster. I grip onto the sheets and onto her hair as her tongue works magic. She gets to a spot that makes all of the hairs on my arm stand up. My back arches as I let out endless moans and squirm under her grasp.

"Owwwwh," I moan loudly. I try to control it but it just feels so fucking good, the moisture of her saliva and tongue mixing with my natural juices. Once she's finished, she's kisses the inside of my thighs, while giving my ass a hard squeeze. She pulls me more closer to her as she continues moving her lips up my body. Moving them over my belly, over my breast, in which she takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking at it and finally on to my lips, in which I capture her tongue with mines. The kiss is fast, breathless and sloppy, almost as if we can't get enough of each other. I need to taste more of her.