Edge of Seventeen (Part 13)
Title: Edge of Seventeen (Part 13)
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 661 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Every muscle in Samantha’s body tightens; she holds her breath.
It feels wrong - here, in Lindsay’s bedroom, with posters of pop stars on the wall. But it also feels so right, so natural - but that could be just her hormones talking.
“Relax,” Lindsay whispers. Samantha shivers again at the sound of her voice. She melts into her arms as the girl traces gentle shapes across her soft skin.
With Lindsay’s lips pressed gently behind her ear, it’s easier than she thought to forget about everything. She exhales and lets herself relax, running a hand through the younger girl’s long red hair.
The two move in unison away from the wall for comfort’s sake, Lindsay’s hand never straying from its place on Samantha’s thigh.
The way she slides her fingers ever so gently against tender bits of skin reminds Samantha of her earlier notion - that Lindsay has done this all before - only now she knows it’s true. She resigns herself to the girl’s control, knowing she’s in good hands - literally.
Lindsay’s fingers are slim and baby soft. They feel like heavenly silk against Samantha’s warm skin. A rush of heat fills the older woman’s stomach and cheeks as two delicate digits toy with her wet entrance.
Her ability to focus falls to pieces as both fingers find their way inside and press against her spongy warmth.
At 26 she doesn’t have too many encounters to compare this to, but she is sure will never experience anything like this again.
She grabs gently onto the back of Lindsay’s head as the girl gives her neck a playful bite. The girl’s thumb teases from the outside, stimulating every nerve ending it touches. Samantha wants to speak - encourage the girl to keep doing what she’s doing - but words are beyond her. Instead she can only breathe heavily, her fingers running through Lindsay’s hair in unison with the fingers inside herself.
The girl becomes more aggressive with her hands, her long fingers extending and exploring as deep as they can. Samantha nibbles gently on her earlobe, whispering what are almost words. Her hands squeeze tightly against the Lindsay’s neck, kneading her skin anxiously.
“You…you’re. A-amaz-ing,” she manages to stutter out into the younger girl’s ear between laboured breaths.
She becomes restless now, not sure where to put her hands - first running them down Lindsay’s back and then on both sides of the girl’s face. As soon as their faces are level, she presses her lips to the girl’s, watching each other. Every sensation intensifies with their shared stare; she can see pleasure reflected in Lindsay’s eyes. She inhales once again, holding her breath and clenching her teeth together - the end is near.
Burying her face in Lindsay’s hair, her cheek pressed to the girl’s neck, she can feel the flex and release of arm muscles that matches electric jolts sent through her own body.
She places her open mouth on the girl’s neck and bites down - gently, but still firm enough to leave a mark - trying to stifle unavoidable moans.
“Shh…shh…” Lindsay whispers, the rotation and thrusting of her fingers and hands rapidly increasing as she holds the woman’s head to her shoulder.
A tidal wave of warmth and quick simultaneous breaths indicate climax. Lindsay strokes Samantha’s hair as the woman’s body paralyzes.
Her body is still paralyzed with pleasure as most of her muscles release; she holds Lindsay close to her, their breathing identical.
She’s never felt so entirely exhausted - physically and emotionally - in such a pleasant way. Neither girl says anything; afraid their memory of this moment will be tainted by the inability to express their joy in words.
Lindsay presses her lips gently to Samantha’s neck, kissing down to her collarbone where she bites gently and smiles lazily. Instinctively, she pulls the bed covers over them, cuddling closely to Samantha’s side.
Before long Samantha is sound asleep while Lindsay lies there, watching the woman’s peaceful slumber. Best day after birthday ever, she thinks.
Author:xjekkix
Word Count: 661 words
Summary: A chance encounter leading to a chance romance.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Every muscle in Samantha’s body tightens; she holds her breath.
It feels wrong - here, in Lindsay’s bedroom, with posters of pop stars on the wall. But it also feels so right, so natural - but that could be just her hormones talking.
“Relax,” Lindsay whispers. Samantha shivers again at the sound of her voice. She melts into her arms as the girl traces gentle shapes across her soft skin.
With Lindsay’s lips pressed gently behind her ear, it’s easier than she thought to forget about everything. She exhales and lets herself relax, running a hand through the younger girl’s long red hair.
The two move in unison away from the wall for comfort’s sake, Lindsay’s hand never straying from its place on Samantha’s thigh.
The way she slides her fingers ever so gently against tender bits of skin reminds Samantha of her earlier notion - that Lindsay has done this all before - only now she knows it’s true. She resigns herself to the girl’s control, knowing she’s in good hands - literally.
Lindsay’s fingers are slim and baby soft. They feel like heavenly silk against Samantha’s warm skin. A rush of heat fills the older woman’s stomach and cheeks as two delicate digits toy with her wet entrance.
Her ability to focus falls to pieces as both fingers find their way inside and press against her spongy warmth.
At 26 she doesn’t have too many encounters to compare this to, but she is sure will never experience anything like this again.
She grabs gently onto the back of Lindsay’s head as the girl gives her neck a playful bite. The girl’s thumb teases from the outside, stimulating every nerve ending it touches. Samantha wants to speak - encourage the girl to keep doing what she’s doing - but words are beyond her. Instead she can only breathe heavily, her fingers running through Lindsay’s hair in unison with the fingers inside herself.
The girl becomes more aggressive with her hands, her long fingers extending and exploring as deep as they can. Samantha nibbles gently on her earlobe, whispering what are almost words. Her hands squeeze tightly against the Lindsay’s neck, kneading her skin anxiously.
“You…you’re. A-amaz-ing,” she manages to stutter out into the younger girl’s ear between laboured breaths.
She becomes restless now, not sure where to put her hands - first running them down Lindsay’s back and then on both sides of the girl’s face. As soon as their faces are level, she presses her lips to the girl’s, watching each other. Every sensation intensifies with their shared stare; she can see pleasure reflected in Lindsay’s eyes. She inhales once again, holding her breath and clenching her teeth together - the end is near.
Burying her face in Lindsay’s hair, her cheek pressed to the girl’s neck, she can feel the flex and release of arm muscles that matches electric jolts sent through her own body.
She places her open mouth on the girl’s neck and bites down - gently, but still firm enough to leave a mark - trying to stifle unavoidable moans.
“Shh…shh…” Lindsay whispers, the rotation and thrusting of her fingers and hands rapidly increasing as she holds the woman’s head to her shoulder.
A tidal wave of warmth and quick simultaneous breaths indicate climax. Lindsay strokes Samantha’s hair as the woman’s body paralyzes.
Her body is still paralyzed with pleasure as most of her muscles release; she holds Lindsay close to her, their breathing identical.
She’s never felt so entirely exhausted - physically and emotionally - in such a pleasant way. Neither girl says anything; afraid their memory of this moment will be tainted by the inability to express their joy in words.
Lindsay presses her lips gently to Samantha’s neck, kissing down to her collarbone where she bites gently and smiles lazily. Instinctively, she pulls the bed covers over them, cuddling closely to Samantha’s side.
Before long Samantha is sound asleep while Lindsay lies there, watching the woman’s peaceful slumber. Best day after birthday ever, she thinks.