20. Betsy

Betsy

I knew I should move. Knew I should reciprocate. But right now all I could do was to give my best imitation of a puddle. I'd had a fair amount of sex over the years. Mostly I was a short-term relationship type of person, but I'd had the occasional one night stand between girlfriends. I'd even had a friends with benefits arrangement until my friend found someone who could be more to them than I could be.

But no sexual experience in my life had prepared me for this. It wasn't just the anal component or the spanking, although those were both first time experiences for me. It was the way that Kelly brought me so much pleasure that my mind totally emptied out and all I could do was feel , not think.

And, if I was being perfectly honest, it was also the depth of my feelings. As incredible as it sounded, I was pretty sure that I was in love with Kelly. I had no idea what to do about it though.

While she was cuddling me in her arms my mind raced, trying to figure out what happened next. I didn't know for sure, but one thing was clear: I wanted, needed, to give Kelly as much pleasure as she'd given me. Or do my best anyway.

I pulled her on top of me, drawing her head down so I could give her a kiss, then I rolled us both over. Suddenly I was falling downward, and before I realized what was happening, we crashed to the floor. We'd somehow landed right where the beds were pushed together, and the movement made the lightweight structures separate.

"Um…"

I looked down at Kelly, who was on the floor with me on top of her, and bed frames on either side of her.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head, then nodded, then burst out laughing. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "I can't believe that just happened."

Pushing the beds away, I pulled myself up from the floor then stretched out a hand to Kelly.

"I guess we shouldn't have gone to the center," I said.

"Let's try widthwise," she suggested, moving onto the bed in a way that left the crack between the beds horizontal compared to her body.

"You got it," I said, lowering myself back down on top of her.

"Are you injured?" I asked.

"Just my pride," she joked. "Now come here. It's my turn to get off."

"I love a woman who knows what she wants," I joked as I joined her on the bed.

My mouth went right to one of her tits, sucking and teasing it while I slid my hand down her torso. She was dripping wet, and I couldn't help scooping up some of her cream and bringing it to my mouth for a taste.

"Mmm. Delicious."

Before she could respond I kissed her, and I wondered if she could taste herself on my lips. I shoved my hand between her legs, inserting first one finger insider her body, then a second one. I pumped my fingers in and out roughly, and soon she was lifting her hips up to meet me.

"Touch my clit," she ordered, pulling her mouth away from mine.

"Be patient," I shot back. "This isn't a race."

She growled in frustration, but I smothered it with my mouth. After another bruisingly long kiss, I rotated my arm so I could strum her clitoris with my thumb while continuing to pump in and out of her with my fingers. Her little bud felt hard and swollen, and when I pressed against it her hips levitated off the bed.

"Yes!" she hissed. "There."

I shifted my attention back to her breasts, moving between them to bite and suck and pull on her nipples with my mouth until Kelly was almost incoherent. I increased the pressure on her clit, grinding my thumb back and forth against it until she let out a gasp. Her body stiffened beneath mine and then she was flying, shaking and shifting as she chased her release.

Through it all, I continued working her pussy with my hands. I couldn't help but stare at the expression of ecstasy on her face right now. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she forced breaths out of her mouth in sharp pants.

When she finally released the tight grip of her inner muscles on my fingers I removed my hand, sliding it slowly up her body while she continued to catch her breath.

"Wow." Her eyes were still closed, and her lower lip was swollen from biting it. "That was really good."

"Just really good?" I teased, pulling her into my arms.

She cuddled into my side, her head resting on my shoulder and her arm thrown over my waist.

"Well, I think we could do better with some practice."

I laughed. "Do you?"

"Absolutely."

"Well it's a good thing we don't have a match until the day after tomorrow."