Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(115)

“Again,” she demanded.

That time, I returned my mouth to her nub and kept my eyes on her as I glided the dildo into her body with more ease.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie exclaimed.

I continued licking and pulsing repeatedly until she finally orgasmed and was shaking from the sensations.

I left the toy inside of her as I slide back up her body, kissing lightly from just above her lower lips all the way up to her neck, waiting for her instructions. She embraced my naked torso with one arm while placing her other hand along side of my face. We rolled together until I was underneath of her. After a few more kisses, she quickly went to the bathroom and removed and cleaned the dildo before returning.

Maggie kneeled on the bed over me, eager to return the favor. With most of her weight on top, our mouths met again as she caressed my jaw, neck and down to my breasts, and I moaned in satisfaction. Taking the lead, she moved down my body kissing a pathway to the edge of my bottoms. In one fluid movement, she unbuttoned my shorts and had them halfway down my legs.


We were both completely naked and exhilarated at the site of our unclothed bodies. She mounted me as I had her, pressing her entire hot, naked body onto mine. My skin was on fire and I could feel every little sensation, even her rock hard nipples brushing over me. I felt moisture dripping from my loins as our mouths wildly explored each others. Her mound was fondling mine as she moved her hips back and forth and I moaned loudly from the stimulation.

Pulling her mouth from mine, she began her adventurous exploration of my breasts and nipples as she carefully manipulated them with her hands and tongue. I groaned in disappointment when she drew away and headed south to my womanhood. As her lips pressed against my sex, my displeasure melted away. I could feel her warm breath sweeping across my skin as her tongue erotically investigated my folds. My hands found their way to my breasts, my eyes rolled in the back of my head, and my senses heightened as she slid a finger inside my cavern. I lost my breath as her mouth and fingers proceeded their slow, tantalizingly delicious rubbing between my legs.

Moan after moan escaped my throat, getting louder and louder with each passing of her fingers, until the sudden rush of relief filled my entire body and poured out stronger than I had ever felt, even during masturbation. My eyes swelled with moisture, but not near as much as there was between my thighs that Maggie was lapping up. She crawled over me, sucking my skin as I yearned to taste myself on her lips. More. My body craved more and instinctually I began thrusting and rubbing my groin against her leg. We stroked ourselves against each other’s thigh until we reached climax together.

Slinking back down my body as I tried to regain steady breathing, Maggie waited for my command to enter me with the foreign object. Unable to speak, I nodded with desire, a fervent need. A wicked grin spread across her face as she slowly began to fill me. She pushed gently and steadily as she watched my response. My hands grabbed my nipples, tightening with each passing stroke she nudged in. My insides yearned for more, more throbbing, more thrusting, more of this object inside me. I could feel everything.

“More,” I cried out in jubilation, “More!”

Suddenly there was a sensation that was a mixture of pain and pleasure that throbbed, ached inside of me. Maggie started to withdrawal the apparatus from me. Unable to speak, I ferociously shook my head, indicated my wants. Swiftly, she thrusted into me again and I howled at the repeated feeling of titillating torment. My arousal slowly overtook my body as my panting grew with each plunge of her delightful assault on my sex. A feeling of peaceful contentedness rose inside of me as each thrust brought me to a glorious orgasm.

My eyes were immediately heavy from the exhaustion and my body was triumphantly satisfied from what had just taken place. Maggie joined me, laying on the bed as our body lightly touched. We looked into each others eyes and had a giggling fit for several minutes. Our bodies were pleased, very pleased, but also sore.

The rest of that weekend, Maggie and I explored each other several more times as we experimented with different positions and ideas we wanted to try from the videos. Our bond as friends was forged into a tie that words cannot explain. I felt safe. I felt free. I felt reborn.

“I haven’t forgotten either,” Maggie comments. She must have seen me drift off remembering it. “Henry’s never been with two women at the same time.”

“I’m not sleeping with Henry,” I firmly snap. “We’ve never been with one of your boyfriends. Why would I with your fiancé?” I almost throw up in my mouth after uttering the word fiancé.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a guy before,” she gently presses.

“This is different. You know that,” I explain.

“You promise that we will when we get back?”

She’s finally giving up on her quest.

“Yes,” I agree.

We head back to the guys at the bar after washing our hands and primping in the mirror. Maggie curls into Henry as I’m left standing by myself.

“What took you two so long?” Nathan needles.

“Nothing,” I reply.

“You two were getting it on,” he claims.

All of the tension Hiwalani massaged out of me this morning is starting to return.

“No.” I sharply retort.

“Leave her alone, babe,” Jared defends.

“Who was getting it on?” Jimmy questions after sipping his drink.