Just A Vibe Pt 02

I've never been kissed like this before.

Riley starts gently but soon grows confident, her teeth brushing and catching on my ear before she traces back down to my mouth, fighting her way around and over my tongue, around and over. I can hardly breathe and I couldn't care less.

She muscles her way on top of me (she does this with surprising ease; the difference in strength turns me on way more than it has any right to), giggles, her fingers finding the hem of her baggy jumper. She notices the wideness of my eyes, pauses. "This okay?" she asks.

"Fuck yes," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

I felt she wasn't wearing a bra when she hugged me earlier, and she confirms that now as she throws her top off over her head. The sight of her shirtless makes me giddy. Her tits are as perfect as the rest of her. They're twice as big as mine, pale with bikini lines, bouncing as she sits back onto my thighs, straddling me. She sighs as she pulls her elbows in, presenting herself with a flushed grin. "You like them?"

"I do. Holy shit." I grab her without thinking and she lets me. I grope her hungrily, feeling up her pillowy rack the way I've always wanted to.

She laughs, holds her tongue in her teeth in delight. "Oh, Daisy."

"Can I suck them, please?" I can hear my voice getting higher. Needier.

"Of course, you sweet girl." Riley shoves her bosom into my face. My lips fasten to her nipple without a second's hesitation, latching on desperately. She whimpers. The sound sends me feral and I bite softly around her ample teat, teasing with my teeth.

Riley's hand starts to rustle around inside my shirt. I freeze.

She stops right away, keenly aware of my shifting expression. I stammer, "Wait..." My face is heating up. Strings of saliva bridged hesitantly between tongue and tit. Cool rush of nausea through my body.

"Too much?" Riley asks, her tone soothing, patient.

"Yeah. Damn, I'm sorry, just..." I push myself up from my elbows. Riley covers her chest, moves off my waist, sits beside me.

"We

are

going a bit fast, aren't we?" Riley smiles sheepishly.

"Yeah, a bit, I guess. Sorry for making things awkward."

"Babes, shut

up

. It's all about what you're comfy with." She rubs my hand, kisses it.

"You're too sweet."

"Bare minimum," she tuts.

Riley's gentle accommodation sets off the depth charge of confession I've been suppressing up until now. "I have something to tell you," I blurt.

What am I doing?

"Yes?" Her eyebrows arch.

"I need to tell you before we keep going. Because, like, I

want

to keep going, it's just..." I hide my face in my hands.

"What is it, Daisy?" Butterflies in my stomach as she uses my name.

"Call me weird, get angry or whatever. I just need to clear my head. Earlier this month I was chasing down the laundry, and I went into your room, and I know you don't like me doing that, and..." I take a moment to steady my breathing. Find my words.

"And?" Riley's face remains passive. I feel like she suspects nothing, yet sees right through me at the same time. I feel all cramped up in my skin. Gulp of air before continuing.

"And I found a... vibrator. In your clothes. By accident. It just fell out, and I saw it, and I'm so, so sorry for how fucking weird I've been ever since. Tonight's been so lovely and amazing, but I'm still in my head, feeling like a perv. I'm sorry, Riley. I really am."

She lowers her eyes, digesting the information. Doesn't scoff like I was convinced she would. "Why do you feel like a perv? You only

saw

it, right?" She's tracing circles on the back of my hand.

Shit, she has me cornered here. "Saw it, yeah. And..." Do

not

tell her you picked it up, how close you got to it. "And I couldn't stop thinking about you using it after that." I feel faint. I want to press rewind on this whole conversation.

Riley's hand drops from my hair. She rubs the side of her neck, averting her gaze. She whispers something.

I can't be hearing this right. "What was that?" I ask.

"That's

really

hot, Daisy." Her pupils are wide with lust and she's adjusting her waistband for some reason.

I'm incredulous. "Are you for real? You don't think I'm weird?"

"Are you kidding?

Babes

-- that's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

"Now you're just trying to flatter me," I mumble, flustered beyond belief.

"Is it working?" she ventures, a vicious droop settling into her eyelids. She leans in lazily, lets her delicious lips brush against mine. A sweet little peck, no tongue this time.

"I think you know the answer to that," I chuckle.

Riley sinks back into the couch, grabs the remote. "I'm never going to pressure you to do anything you're not comfy with, okay?" Stops before hitting the play button, lower lip in her teeth. "But now, it's my turn to tell you something."

"What's that?"

"You've made me really,

really

fucking wet," she says, her voice low, husky, soft. "And if I don't take care of it soon, I'm gonna go crazy."

"I can understand that," I reply, breathless.

"Do you..." she coughs, fighting one of her rare and adorable voice cracks, "Do you mind if I... touch myself, out here? We can put the movie back on. I just wanna do it... close to you."

"Um..."

"Is that too much? Shit, sorry, I can go to my room if you want."

"No. Stay," I reply, only able to manage single words as I struggle to fathom just what Riley's offering.

"We don't have to do anything more. Nothing more at all. I just want you here while I..."

"...While you play with yourself." I chew my lip, the uncertainty and nausea from earlier flushing from my system, replaced by that same hungry heat that nestles between my thighs. "Yeah, okay."

"Yeah. Just... yeah." Riley fumbles over her words, realises there's nothing more to say. She raises the remote, presses play.

★

I barely absorb the remainder of the movie. I keep my eyes fixed on the screen for five minutes tops, rubbing my thighs together as every little movement of Riley's is conveyed to me through the plush sofa. I feel her slump down a bit, slouching as her thighs grind apart, almost grazing against my hand. I swiftly pull my fingers to my chest.

I glance over. Just a peek can't hurt.

Fuck

.

She has her oversized jumper bunched up around her midriff, braced in place by her elbow as she rubs slow circles over her grey cotton shorts. Her breaths are getting heavier. There's a little dark patch forming over her crotch and I want to kiss it -- suck it hard out of the fabric.

"I was wondering when you'd look over," Riley giggles.

"Couldn't help myself," I mumble. She notices my fists bunched up in my shirt, hovering near my waist. Hesitant.

"Feel free to join in if you want, babes," she slurs lazily.

"Okay," I stammer. I give in, let my fingers dance across the front of my sweatpants, find their mark, work it over. Light pressure. No commitment, not just yet. A tiny gasp escapes my mouth and I muffle it in an instant in my shoulder, mortified. But it has a different effect on Riley, who lets her own small moan out in response. My toes curl.

"You moan so

pretty

, Daisy." Her eyes roll back, emphasising her point.

"Says you," I manage to reply between quick, shallow breaths. We've both picked up a decent rhythm, now -- more direct stimulation, less shame. She raises her legs yet higher, pushes her ankles together. I watch on hungrily as she rolls her shorts and panties off, lets them drop to the floor.

Her pretty pussy is soaked, pulsing as she tortures it with her talented hand, quick, then slow, then quick again. I can smell her scent, fragrant, heady. I'm salivating, so I lick my lips to hide it.

Riley's hand curls into a vicious two-fingered claw. She scoops it into herself ravenously, digging deep into her needy slit, hard enough that I can hear the heel of her palm smacking against her skin. Droplets of her lust fling up from the motion, spatter across her tanned tummy. I stuff my hand down my pants, match her newfound ferocity, mirroring her movements -- filling my own greedy hole with my fingers. We're making such filthy noises and I'm starting to worry about cumming too early when Riley pipes up, "Oh, Daisy, I'm getting close, babes..."

"Me, too," I gasp.

"Cum with me babes. Show me how you cum, you perfect

fucking

girl." Riley's brow furrows with lust, her jaw clenched hard, perfect teeth gritted. She starts to shudder as she finishes herself off. The sight of her climax paired with my own overstimulation is enough to melt me to a puddle.

Her orgasm is messy, real, gorgeous. Her back rounds stiffly at the shoulders as she digs her fingers as deep as they can go, locks them in place against her G-spot. She lets out a steady sequence of groans, nothing like her girlish moans from before: trembling, carnal sounds that punctuate every roll of her ample hips. Her tits bounce and ripple with her convulsions, her lusty body parading itself as the pleasure courses on through, one bolt of ecstasy after another.

I hiss harshly through clenched teeth as I cum with her. My body floods with the sensation, pouring over, overloaded. I ram my fingers in desperately, hard, slow, purposeful. I tip and collapse into Riley as I finish myself off. She runs a hand through my hair and I'm making a very embarrassing noise (something between a moan and a squeal) as she whispers in my ear, "You cum so pretty, babes."

"You think so?" Feels like I'm floating as she praises me. It's the first time I've ever let go in front of someone else like that.

"God yes, babes. Yes." She kisses me greedily, holding the back of my head all the while. She's on top of me again, I'm sinking into the couch under her weight. We come up for air at the same time, share a laugh. The movie credits are rolling in the background -- soft rock from the 2000s soundtracking the end of our night. Riley reluctantly shifts out from our embrace to find her shorts, slides them back on. Cosies up next to me once again, right away.

I snuggle into her lazily, the butterflies in my stomach having simmered down to a gentler sensation. There's a strange lightheadedness too, not unwelcome. I murmur, softly, "Can we stay like this for a while?"

"I'd love nothing more." Riley's face is soft at the corners, content, filled with the same blend of surprise and satisfaction that I am. She gives me a peck on the cheek, combs my bangs into place.

This is how Riley and I are meant to be in this moment. Pinch on my wrist to make sure it's real. "That was...

nice

," I mumble into her chest.

"Sure was. I'll show you how I use my toy next time," Riley snickers, pulls my hair gently as she holds me closer.

"

Stop it

." I roll my hips, grinding against her thigh, pouting. "You're gonna make me horny again."