The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 21

"...A little to the-"

"-like," Stacie felt Aubrey's hot breath hit her centre as she sucked again on Aubrey's clit and Aubrey delved her tongue deep into Stacie. Once. One long stroke with a twist as she licked out. Aubrey knew that was exactly what Stacie wanted. No needed. Her. As Aubrey heard Stacie's feet digging, trying to anchor herself to the ground, in the rustle of the sheets. Aubrey looked up and smirked as she watched Stacie's toes curl and uncurl and curl again, digging for leverage on the bed. She knew the answer. Aubrey could taste the answer. But she wanted to hear Stacie tell her. "...this?"

"Fu-fuck... never mind, just yeah-fuck yeah you're good..."

"I know." Aubrey muttered to herself, with a smile. It's not like she had a lot of practice, Aubrey had only been with one woman before Stacie, but that so far in the past.

Stacie panted as her head hit the bed. Any and all pillows strewn about the room, along with their clothes. She squeezed at any flesh her hands were currently on. Needing to at least touch Aubrey with her hands if she was in too much ecstasy to continue to be touching Aubrey with her tongue. Her arms looped around Aubrey's hips as Aubrey licked deep into her again.

"Fuck... fuck... hmmm Aub ye-yeah yeah yeah fuck like... yeah yeah ohhhhhh fuck... fuck Aub..." Aubrey moved her mouth away again. Barely. Her breath hit Stacie's skin through a smile, as she heard Stacie's own breathing sucking in faster and faster and shallower and shallower. Aubrey knew exactly where those sounds coming out of Stacie were headed. Stacie not being able to even hold her because as Stacie puts it Aubrey would have fucked her limbs to death. And Aubreys never sure how to take that sentiment. Because before Stacie she wasn't into cuddling and snuggling once she was through with sex, at least not with Uni, but then Stacie happened. And yeah she would like to kiss and cuddle and snuggle when they're through. And she does. Only sometimes, a lot, a fair bit, Stacie says she can't physically move her arms or legs and she feels a good quiet numb all over. Okay maybe Aubrey was a little proud that she could fuck Stacie into a blissful oblivion. Aubrey smirked as she moved up on her arms. A little. Further away. Aubrey smiled down with a proud sense of accomplishment at Stacie's writhing hips. Smiled as they bucked off the bed towards her. Wanting her. "Fuck Aub, please," Oh yeah Aubrey liked that, the whine, the sound of Stacie begging. "please don't-don't stop..."

"Damn..." Aubrey spoke low. Almost really just to herself. Looking at how beautiful Stacie was below her, how happy that made her, this day, she could do this day every day.

In bed.

In bliss.

Together.

Always.

Was that scary?

The always part. Maybe. In a good way?

She looked down at long beautiful tanned legs, and knew. Just fucking knew there's no where else she would rather be. Fuck there was that feeling again, but now she didn't wanna push it away. Aubrey would happily let herself fall in love with Stacie. Ha, like she could even stop it happening. She had been blocking it out for too long. She knew there was like, potential? That she could fall in love with Stacie. Because fuck! Look at Stacie, but she knew, she's not dumb, that it had started out as lust. Pure. Lust. And it was all so easy. Maybe now was the time to just fucking admit that it was happening. Had happened. Aubrey had dove in heart first, against all her better judgement, because she needed someone to support her, not that she would admit that. Ever. That support had always been Chloe. But she couldn't rely on her forever. Right? Stacie got to know her in ways only Chloe did, and she felt that dread. The oh fuck this person could make me happy forever, and I would be totally down for that. And she was. Even if it terrified her.