Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... touching my sex. But it was pleasurable and electric the way the first intimate touch always is. And it made me feel close to her. Like I was part of her pleasure. Which was, in contrast to mine, clearly building to orgasm.

Heather's eyes fluttered open. If she was surprised to find me staring into them, she didn't let it distract her. "I'm gonna cum." She breathed it quietly. To quiet for Davin to hear. Just for me.

I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say, so I squeezed my whole body down onto her harder. Little shudders transferred between us, tracked her rising pleasure for me, while Davin's thrusting rocked us as one.

Heather's eyes slipped in and out of focus, looking past me, only to find mine again a few seconds later. Her abs tightened between us. But mostly I was focused on her lips. They were still wet and red, and as Heather's breathing got even more rapid they opened in a sustained silent shock.

They were right there. Inches from mine. Close enough that I could smell the not-quite-sex sent of drying spittle.

Heather clenched again. Her whole body this time, everything tightened up. She pulled me against her, almost uncomfortably. And then, she relaxed, limp, except for her hips, which squeezed even tighter.

"Oh god," she exhaled. It was barely intelligible because her lips didn't move. Except for a persistent quiver, they stayed still, in that inviting, "Oh".

I reached out for them with my own.

"Ohmygod, Yes— Fuck!" Heather convulsed ...

... into her orgasm.

By which I mean to say that her forehead convulsed into mine.

"Shit!" I said, reeling back. But only so far as Heather's iron grasp around my hips would allow.

"Oh fuck. What! What?" Davin said.

Heather had contorted in the other direction, flattened against the bed now, neck muscles straining against the mattress. "Don't stop, asshole," she said through gritted teeth. And then, "Fuuuuuck," she melted as we started rocking again.

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"Are you okay, Melly?" Heather asked after she'd wandered back to the present.

"Yeah. Fine. Just surprised me," I said. I rubbed at the space between my eyes. It was tender, but only if I pressed at it.

"Well, sorry."

"It's okay," I said. "I'm glad you got off on it."

She laughed. You could hear the afterglow in it. "God, I was fucking in it. I bet I looked like a total spaz."

"No way, dude. It was hot."

"Fucking hot," agreed Davin.

Heather's fingers slid down to her entrance. I knew because that tantalizing knuckle went with them. It parted me as it did. Not much, but enough that I felt it gain slipperiness as it picked up my wetness. I held my breath, nervous, and also to keep from moaning into my friend's ear.

Heather didn't comment on it. Maybe she didn't even notice. The backs of fingers aren't exactly sensitive. "You didn't cum in me, did you?" she asked Davin instead.

"No," said Davin. "Do I, uh, need to be careful?"

"We're on the pill, obviously," Heather said. "Mel just ...