14. Paula

Paula

N o one had ever accused me of being a romantic, but I'd never had anyone burst out laughing when I suggested we have sex. Deena fell back onto her elbows, chuckling in amusement while I just stared at her.

"What's so funny?" I asked suspiciously.

"I just…," she paused to take a breath, "wasn't expecting you to come out with that. I figured you were going to say we should stop, or it was a mistake or something."

"Neither of those things crossed my mind," I responded. "We've clearly got a strong physical attraction happening here and that kiss was, well, it was spectacular, so I'm imagining anything else we do will be great too."

Her eyes darkened. "Oh it'll be great all right."

She moved so fast I didn't know what was happening until I was flat on my back with Deena laying on top of me. I wouldn't have expected her to make that move, and maybe she didn't either, because I could swear I saw surprise flash across her eyes.

"If we're going to fool around, as you say, I just need to let you know something."

"What?" I asked, expecting something bad like she couldn't orgasm, or she didn't like to be touched in a certain area. What she said next made me soak my already damp panties.

"I'm good at this. Very very good at this."

Deena's hand cupped my breast, giving it a little squeeze as she lowered her head and kissed me passionately. By the time she lifted her head again, my nipple had hardened to a sharp point, and I was moving restlessly underneath her.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she said, pulling my shirt off my head while managing to stay on top of me.

I wasn't wearing a bra – I was small enough that I didn't need one when I wasn't running – and Deena's mouth went right to my breasts.

"So pretty," she whispered just before she sucked most of my left breast into her mouth. Her tongue tapped against the tip of my nipple while she did some kind of sucking thing with her mouth that was driving me insane. Meanwhile she pinched my other nipple between her fingers and gave it a few squeezes.

"Deena!" I gasped.

My God, was I going to come just from her playing with my breasts? Was that even possible?

Before I could find out Deena pulled off my breast, kissed her way down my belly, and grabbed the waistband of the loose shorts I was wearing.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, resting her chin just below my belly button.

"I'm sure," I said. "Are you?"

"Fuck yeah."

"I've never heard you swear before," I said, the words ending on a gasp as she pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs and tossed them to the side, leaving me completely bare.

I sent up a prayer of gratitude that I'd had everything below the waist waxed right before I left for Paris. Much to my disgust, while the male runners ran in shorts, the women's team was outfitted in tiny high-cut briefs that left little to the imagination.

Deena shoved my legs open wide, then lowered her head and gave me one long lick right up my center.

"Delicious," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction.

I moaned.

Spreading me open with gentle fingers, Deena began exploring my folds with her tongue, moving in long slow movements from bottom to top. On each pass, she spent extra time licking around my clitoris, but never touching it directly. Teasing me. Ramping up my excitement.

By the time she slid a finger inside my body, I was dripping wet, wet enough that my body made a kind of squelching sound that made my face turn pink with embarrassment. Deena showed no reaction, merely sliding her finger in and out a few times before adding a second one, then spreading them apart inside of my channel to stretch me.

She started pumping those fingers in and out with a steady rhythm, her movements sure, as if she'd done this a million times. Of course that made me wonder exactly how experienced she was, a thought I didn't want to consider right now. Not when she was working me towards the fastest orgasm of my life. Not when I was falling head over heels in love with her.

Her fingers kept up their steady thrusting, and when she closed her lips around my clitoris and sucked it into her mouth, my body detonated.

"Deena!"

I cried out as my orgasm hit me, rushing through me like a freaking tidal wave, leaving me shattered in its wake. I was bucking wildly, desperate to prolong the incredible feeling of coming totally apart under Deena's ministrations.

She pulled away as my body slowed, drawing her fingers into her mouth to clean my cum off her skin.

"How was that?" she asked, arching one eyebrow.

I popped up on my elbows and sent her an incredulous look. "Do you really have to ask?"

She got her serious face. "Yes."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "It was incredible, and I intend to return the favor as soon as I catch my breath again."