"This isn't a dream, is it?" Dalia asked, lifting up and resting on her elbows.
"Stop asking questions, D. This can be whatever you want it to be," Elise answered, as she looked Dalia in the eyes and let her hand linger on her waistline. Dalia took a minute. She could see the desire in Elise's eyes and she decided that she'd give her what she wanted. What they both wanted. "I want it to be real," Dalia replied.
To hell with the consequences. Elise thought as she leaned in to kiss Dalia. Her lips were soft and plump and her mouth smelled and tasted like Cinnamon.
Dalia had this habit of eating cough drops like they were candy. Elise enjoyed the taste of her mouth and deepened the kiss. She threw one leg over Dalia's waist and straddled her. Elise pulled Dalia's hair out of its "man bun" and ran her fingers through the stubble of her undercut and the shoulder-length locks on the top of her head.
Dalia held Elise against her body with one hand and unfastened her bra with the other. It fell down her arms and Dalia threw it on the floor and stared at Elise's breasts. They were full and to be the size that they were, they sat up on her chest almost as if she'd never removed the bra. Dalia kissed the crease between her breasts and let her tongue dance around the areola before finally sucking one nipple into her mouth. She gently bit down on it and flicked it quickly with her tongue. Elise allowed a quick gasp to exit her mouth. The pressure was unexpected. Dalia flipped herself and Elise over so that Dalia was atop Elise. Her mouth was back on Elise's and her hands were unbuttoning her pants.
Once the task was accomplished, Dalia's palm was on Elise's breast and the other was sliding down the front of her jeans. She could feel the hem of lace and silk underwear but Elise's jeans were too tight to comfortably slide her hands into her underwear; so she decided to take a different approach. She slid her tongue down Elise's torso all the way to the waistline of her thong. She slid her jeans off quickly so that she could continue her descent. She kissed the silk covering Elise's clit earning a sigh of pleasure.She could smell the sweetness of Elise's womanhood and the arousal emitting from it. She continued the motion, each pressurized kiss was rewarded with little whimpers and Elise's hips flexing to meet Dalia's lips.
Elise had finally had enough. "Please," she begged, her hips wiggling in anticipation.
Dalia slid back up her body. "No." She responded gripping a handful of Elise's hair and pulling it back. She bit into her neck seering Elise with a burst of pain, then sucked it to entice pleasure. Her moan encouraged Dalia to do it again. Dalia had to fight her desire to have more of Elise, she needed to drag this on but she also needed to be closer. She needed it badly. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. She ripped Elise's thong off and thrust her middle finger into her wetness. The soft, wet flesh accepted her finger and it squeezed her middle finger tightly. "Fuck, you're so wet, and its all for me." Elise moaned in pleasure at Dalia's whispered words. The words alone made her even wetter and turned her on more. She thrust her finger in and out of her slowly while watching Elise's expression. Her thrusting got more intense, deeper, and faster with the sound of Elise's labored breath and light moaning. Elise made a move to look down at her own center to watch Dalia's finger thrust in and out of her. She could only muster enough strength and balance see Dalia's muscle-flexing beneath her Flaming Pheonix tattoo as her hand pleasured her. The moisture from Elise was dripping down her hand and somehow managed to spread a bit up her wrist and graze her forearm. Seeing it made her center melt. She met each thrust grinding her hips harder against her hand while gripping her forearm. Dalia took the opportunity to add her ring finger and curve her fingers touching Elisa's g-spot and making her moans grow louder. "Ahh, fuck, do it again. Please," she demanded. Dalia stilled her fingers and smiled while biting her bottom lip...Elise ran her thumb across Dalia's lip. Wishing that she was the one biting it. "I want you to call me something?" Dalia asked. "Y-yes, anything, just please, don't fucking stop." She begged, her eyes half-lidded and her abdomen contracting. "Call me daddy. " Dalia said with a grin. Elise was hesitant at first until Dalia started to slide her fingers out, slowly. "No, please... Don't stop... Daddy." As soon as the word came out of her mouth Dalia slid her fingers back into Elise and bent her finger, stroking her G-spot. "Ah, fuck, Daddy, please don't stop." This drove Dalia, she repeated the action, each time getting the same response "Ah, fuck." She began to grip wildly at the sheets trying to crawl away. The pressure and the pleasure were becoming too much for Elise but she needed more. She'd had an orgasm before but this was something else. "Ahh, fuck me, harder. Please. " Dalia moved harder and faster stroking her g spot. She felt a pressure building up deep inside of Elise, and she knew what was going to happen with a few more strokes. "I-I'm coming!" Elise moaned between labored breathing. "Oh, fuck, Dalia!" She shouted as she attempted to push herself away. "I can't take anymore, Dalia." She moaned, pushing back. "Sure you can." Dalia smiled and gave her one last thrust and stroke. Elise's body began to shake as a loud series of moans and tremors escaped her body. Elise reached for Dalia, grabbing her and pulling her mouth to her and biting and sucking on Dalia's bottom lip trying to stifle her own screams. Hot liquid now coated her inner thighs and Dalia's hand. Her orgasm hit hard and lasted for what seemed like a blissful eternity.
She'd finally relaxed a bit and realized she had somehow managed to scoot herself to the edge of the bed and her head was hanging partially off of the side. Once the orgasm and some of the aftershock subsided, she began to get dizzy and grabbed onto Dalia's head for support as she tried to get her head back onto the bed. Because her fingers were still inside of her, Dalia took that as wanting more. After yanking Elise fully onto the bed, she added her 3rd finger slowly and allowed Elise to adjust to the pressure. Then she thrust deep into her, slowly at first. Gradually she thrust into her faster and harder, repeatedly until the pressure had built again as well as Elise's loud and unencumbered moans.
Elise quickly came again with a loud grunt and shaking limbs. A clear white liquid coated Dalia's hand and left a wet spot the size of a hand on the sheet. Dalia finally slid her soaking fingers out of Elise and smiled at the results.
"Wow, just as I thought, you're a creamer." Dalia laughed and kissed Elise who was laying down next to the wet spot on the bed, trying to catch her breath."Fuck. " is all Elise managed to hiss out.
Dalia dragged the sheet from under Elise's resting frame. The evidence of Elise's orgasms soaked through the sheet and onto her plastic mattress cover. She wiped the cover with the sheet and then tosses the sheet into the laundry hamper on the foot of the bed. She pulled another fresh sheet from a drawer under the bed and spread it onto Elise. Dalia laid down next to her with her hands rested behind her head. They laid there in silence for a few minutes and a question started eating at Dalia.
"Why now?" she asked looking at Elise. Elise laid there in post-coital bliss with her eyes closed and sleepiness weighing her down. "We'll talk later, I'm sleepy and I have a headache. " Elise answered throwing one leg over Dalia. Dalia accepted that because she was tired too."Dalia," Elise whispered, already half asleep. "Yeah," she answered. "Happy Birthday." Elise kissed Dalia's shoulder and fell asleep. Dalia sat one hand on Elise's ass and adjusted her pillow with the other. "One hour, one hour, and we are back on the road. " Dalia whispered before slipping into sleep.
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It Happened in Vegas
RomansaA group of friends (Dalia, Elise, Cyrus )and one "not so friend" (Arson) all agree to take a trip to Vegas where they discover new things about themselves and each other. Will romance bloom? Will friendships die? Has a weekend in this city changed t...