Trust me

Chapter 2

“Why don’t we take this upstairs?” Millie murmured before angling her lips to meet with Nova’s, her hand clasped on her nape, with the other tangling and detangling with Nova’s hair. 

“Mmm, taking initiative are we now?” She asked between kisses, breathing heavily. Her slender arms pulling Millie closer, caressing and pressing, elaborating her growing need- a kindling torch about to birth into wildfire.

“Please.” Millie breathed, her hands tugging at Nova’s hair. “Now.” She attempted to declare but instead sounded like she was pleading. She tilted her head giving Nova’s lips access to her neck and jawline, slowly grazing and teasing with her tongue. 
Nova took her by the hand leading her upstairs into her bedroom, the same room they both woke up in this morning. Both of theirs hearts raced at every step they took. 
She was led to stand by the bed’s footboard. Her gray eyes on Nova’s. Once again, their lips met. Their tongues discovering the insides of each other’s mouths, tasting, diving deeper under the blend of ecstasy.
Nova slowly lowered her onto the bed, their lips never parting except for air. Millie moved so her whole body would be lying on the bed, her hands grasping Nova’s shoulders, her nails digging in as their kiss deepened. Nova was straddling her, about to tug at the hem of the shirt when she broke off.

“Are you sure about this?” Nova muttered when she parted with her, still straddling, both of her hands on either side of Millie’s head. “Do you want me?” She added, her eyebrows hardly crumpled looking down at Millie. 

Millie brought both of her hands to Nova’s cheeks. “Yes, God yes.”  Nova gave her a naughty smile, her eyes glinting with appreciation.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page here.” She felt a smirk when Nova gave her another kiss, more sensual, more driven.

“Care to undress me?” Nova inquired the second she parted with Millie’s lips, leaning back and lifting some of her weight off. She still sat on Millie’s lap, Millie now sat up while Nova traced patterns with her thumbs underneath her shirt.

“It would be an honor.” Millie pulled at the hem of Nova’s tank top with a giggle, Nova raised both her arms, helping her bare a pair of humble breasts. Millie brought her lips, her tongue drawing out moans from Nova. Her hand, the right one, tugged at the other, her fingers circling the nipple. She busied her left hand with Nova’s right thigh, squeezing and rubbing.

Nova gave out a quiet moan and threw her head back, her back arched, pushing her breasts deeper into Millie’s touch and mouth. She held Millie by the back of her neck, slowly pushing her, encouraging her. Her other hand tousled with Millie’s hair, her lover whimpered in approval.

Nova fought off the impulse to move her hips, focusing on the intensifying sensation Millie was creating. Millie liked the control, she was intoxicated with Nova’s cries, her eyes closed absorbing every bit of pleasure she was offering her.