Rachel loved to have her hair pulled, but she was finding that she liked it even more when Maia was the one doing all the pulling. Right now, she liked just about everything even more when it was Maia doing it. There was a thrill to knowing that her best friend was sensitive to her touch, and all the moreso that she was extra tender after Rachel had already wrung her out several times throughout the evening. Honestly, she could probably go for hours if Maia let her. She’d take her apart one finger at a time, her tongue expertly tasting every inch of the other girl in slow, drawn out licks. Her mind flashed with the memory of Maia coming on her tongue and she let out her own low, involuntary moan. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
It was ridiculous that it had taken them this long to get here. Rachel hadn’t been lying when she said she’d looked before. They both remembered nights tangled together in the tub, Maia’s back pressed to Rachel’s bare chest. She’d wanted so desperately to dip her head and kiss the other girl’s neck, to slide her hand between her thighs and slip her fingers inside her and finger her senseless. What Maia hadn’t known at the time was how wet Rachel had been after, her body aching with want as she’d slumped down onto her bed, hair still dripping, mind whirring with the memory of Maia’s hands in it as she’d washed her hair. She’d had no use for her vibrator that night, the images of her best friend’s naked memory vivid enough to see her through several orgasms. She’d sucked her own fingers dry after, shameless and alight with arousal, hoping somehow that Maia could hear her. That she might stumble through the door and join her.
“Oh, fuck,” Rachel groaned eagerly as Maia nipped down on her lip. Her hand slid down the other girl’s torso, teasingly trailing circles along her thigh. She whimpered delicately as her finger momentarily brushed along Maia’s entrance, feeling just how wet her best friend was for her again, and so soon. “That’s a dirty trick. Do it again.”
She grinned, feeling naughty and desperate and completely in awe. How had the two of them spent so many nights wondering what it would be like to cross this line when they could have done it so long ago? Rachel couldn’t believe all the time they’d wasted sleeping in separate bedrooms. Her wide smile melted away into something softer as she nuzzled into the other girl’s hand, enjoying the swipe of her thumb against her skin. Her own hand remained busy between her legs, rubbing delicate circles against her skin, just shy of her clit.
“Hey, don’t be shy, baby,” Rachel reassured her, pressing a soft kiss to the jut of her chin. At the end of the day, they were still best friends. They’d done this because they loved and trusted each other, that didn’t need to change. “We can do that as many times as you like, babe.”
And she meant it, too. As if to prove her point, her eyes latched onto Maia’s own for a brief moment before she ducked her head, swiping her tongue across her best friend’s nipple. Then, just as she’d done so many times in the past couple of hours, she closed her mouth around the hardening nipple and sucked, releasing a low moan as she did so.
“I wouldn’t mind making you come a couple more times tonight, if you ask nicely.”
Maia delighted in the sound of Rachel’s soft moan, a thrill shooting through her alongside the heady realisation that she had been the one responsible for that noise. While she had experience, Maia was hardly any sort of casanova when it came to sex, her trysts contained to the few short-lived relationships she’d had in her life, never really venturing outside of those parameters. Sleeping with her best friend should, on paper, not work for Maia. It went against all her own rules, but knowing she had managed to make Rachel Nash sound like that completely dismantled all the regulations she’d previously set up for herself.
She was rewarded by the feeling of Rachel’s hand between her legs again, fingers lightly stroking her. Had she been with anyone else, Maia might have been embarrassed by the noise she let out, her body going slack and boneless.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.
She leaned forward, the best she could in her lust-filled haze, to catch Rachel’s mouth in another kiss, teeth obediently sinking into the blonde’s bottom lip. For good measure, she sucked it into her mouth, her tongue running over it to soothe the sting of her bite.
“This is literally the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” she confessed, her breath leaving her in short, frustrated gasps as Rachel’s fingers teased her, touching her in every way to make Maia’s nerves feel set alight, all the while deliberately avoiding where Maia needed her the most.
She hummed contentedly as Rachel kissed her jaw and reassured her they could do this again. It seemed like an offer that was too good to be true. Because surely Maia’s life couldn’t run that smoothly. She was living in her dream city, performing her dream role on Broadway, and now she had the added bonus of her best friend casually volunteering to eat her out whenever she wanted. The mere idea of this being a regular occurrence prompted Maia to shiver and she knew that Rachel’s hand was going to feel wetter than it had a few seconds ago. There was a split second where she waited for the humiliation of that to set in, but when it didn’t arrive, Maia let out a thready-sounding giggle and ground her hips down against Rachel’s hand, dragging a gasp out of her when she caught the angle just right.
“Oh my god,” she whined, eyebrows pulling together as she fought to hold Rachel’s eye, only for her friend’s head to disappear from view, ducking down until Maia’s nipple, still sensitive and drawn tight in a stiff peak, was engulfed by the warm wetness of Rachel’s mouth.
“Holy shit,” Maia gasped, head pressed back against Rachel’s pillows as she eagerly let her friend have her way with her.
As best as she could, she moved her own leg underneath the sheets, slotting her thigh in between Rachel’s. It felt like the least she could do right now when Rachel was spilling filthy promises into her ear.
“Please,” she found herself begging pathetically. She wound her fingers into Rachel’s hair again, soundly keeping her friend’s head against her chest as she squirmed in pleasure underneath her. “Baby, please. That’s so good. Fuck, I don’t think I ever want you to stop doing that.”
