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Taylor finds that she doesn’t entirely know when things changed between her and Karlie, but they have and she’s not even a little bit sorry about it.
She’s always been rather unapologetic in knowing what she wants and taking it freely, but this dance between them is a delicate thing that she’s too afraid to push further. She doesn’t know what they are — friends who look at each other in a not-straight way, she thinks — but the fear of losing Karlie is enough to make Taylor shut her mouth and pretend it’s normal .
She all but shuts it out — all but forgets the way her skin burns when Karlie touches her arm or grasps her waist as they move around her kitchen — until that day , after the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show where Taylor is Karlie’s plus one to some fancy exclusive Angels-only after party and they’re both shitty drunk off the expensive liquor and Karlie’s breath is hot and wet on the back of her neck, exhilarated and adrenaline-filled and tinged with desperation.
“You’re my best friend, right?” She breathes it into Taylor’s neck in the car on the way home — going to Taylor’s because it’s closer to the party, going to Taylor’s because it feels more like home to both of them. “You know I love you, right?”
Taylor swallows thickly, nods into the dark of the night.
“Yeah, Kar, I love you too.”
Nimble fingers trace a pattern on the tops of Taylor’s thighs and she thinks that yeah, she might actually die in the back of this car because her heart is hammering so hard and her palms are sweaty and she’s still dizzy from the pulsing music and the expensive vodka and now she’s throbbing between her legs and fuck, she can’t do this with her best friend because it’ll fuck up everything they have going.
But Karlie’s fingers get more insistent, pressing into the milky skin under her fingertips as she breathes heavily into Taylor’s ear. She’s drunk — fucking wasted , reeks of vodka and tequila and something that smells suspiciously of cotton candy — and Taylor doesn’t want to take advantage of her, clasps her fingers around Karlie’s wandering ones and brings them up to her lips. She presses a kiss into still-flexing fingers, tries not to breathe Karlie in more than she already has because her resolve is weakening.
“ Taylor .” Karlie breathes it out, Taylor lets herself breathe her in. She’s acutely aware of the partition between them and the driver only being halfway shut. “ Baby we’re best friends, it doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
“And you’re drunk.” She’s giving Karlie an out because as much as she wants her, she’s terrified to ruin their friendship — terrified that she may take advantage of the wobbly drunken girl snuggled up to her side. “We can go home and get you into bed and take some Advil.”
Karlie hums and Taylor almost thinks she’s appeased her, but those long bony fingers wiggle out of her grasp and press back into Taylor’s thigh insistently and she makes this noise that makes Taylor’s head spin like she’s dying — she’s certain that she might be dead already, this is one of those deathbed fever dreams — and oh , Karlie’s lips are ghosting over her ear and it takes everything in her not to moan out or spread her legs.
“ Karlie , sweetheart, you’re drunk.”
She says it again like Karlie might listen to her.
Karlie never listens, they both know as much.
“I’m not too drunk to know that I want you.”
Karlie’s fingers clasp around Taylor’s wrist gently and she waits — waits until Taylor swallows and nods because she’s big on consent and used to ask Taylor if she could hug her every fucking time until it was an unspoken thing, a gentle nod as Karlie bounced on the spot with her arms outstretched — and she finally, god , she finally drags Taylor’s hand to her inner thigh, nudges it upwards until her fingers brush lightly against sticky skin just above the hem of her dress.
Oh .
Taylor feels like she’s dying when Karlie whimpers into her ear — honest to fucking god dying — and she really isn’t sure what to do because what the fuck, Karlie is her best friend and she can’t make things all awkward, but there’s some fucked up primal part of her brain that wants nothing more than to know what kinds of pretty sounds Karlie would make if Taylor moves her hand just a little bit higher. She almost does — would have if her driver wasn’t in the front seat — but she stills her hand and turns until her nose brushes against the skin of Karlie’s silky smooth cheek.
She’s acutely aware that their makeup is blending together — they aren’t the same shade in foundation because Karlie tans, especially before the Victoria’s Secret shows — but she thinks Karlie is worth the silly smeared makeup nose.
“Not right now.” Taylor’s nose slots in nicely beside Karlie’s, her lips barely ghosting over Karlie’s upper lip. She smells so fucking good , her lips painted the prettiest shade of maroon, Taylor doesn’t think she can possibly wait until they get home. “When we get to my place, okay?”
“Okay.” Karlie smiles this brilliant sunshiny little thing and Taylor nearly gets a contact high when she breathes in her vodka smelling breath. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Tay, and you just look so pretty tonight.”
It makes Taylor chuckle — a literal Victoria’s Secret Angel is calling her pretty — and she tells Karlie as such. Her heart only flutters a little bit when Karlie shakes her head and tells her she was the prettiest one in the room because duh , she’s Karlie Sunshine Kloss and she can’t not be adorable and sweet and so, so gentle — it’s kind of annoying, Taylor thinks, because she can almost never compliment her.
“I can’t wait to kiss you.” Karlie sounds a little more sober, like the reality of what they’re doing is starting to sink in. It doesn’t make her any less eager, Taylor is thankful for that, but there’s that little voice in the back of her head saying Karlie couldn’t possibly want her. “You have the prettiest lips, I bet you taste so nice.”
“Maybe just a little kiss, we’re almost home.”
Taylor thinks she gives in to Karlie’s every whim way too easily, but she can’t bring herself to care when their lips brush and it’s positively electric , the type of feeling that makes her want to write a million songs about loving and being loved and fuck, the way pretty green-blue eyes cloud over with lust and adoration.
“Just one?” Karlie is whiny — she always is, even when sober, has a breathy little air to everything she says that makes her sound like liquid silk. “You’re so beautiful, Tay.”
Karlie flatters her too much — is heavy on the compliments and even more on physical touch — and she thinks that if her heart wasn’t hammering so hard it might be easier to stand her ground and not give in, but Karlie lets out this pretty little whine and oh , Taylor feels the magnetic pull back to her lips. It’s a little more insistent this time, a little firmer, and Taylor has no intention of going further than a press of closed lips against closed lips but then — oh , she’s certain she’s going to hell for doing things like this in a car with the man who has driven her around since she was a teenager — Karlie gasps this beautifully broken sound into her mouth and Taylor can’t stop herself from licking at her bottom lip.
She almost passes out when she tastes leftover salt from the body shots they did before they left the party.
“ Karlie .”
The car slows to a stop and Taylor has to really really wonder about her morals when she briefly considers fucking Karlie in the backseat — it’s filthy and depraved and holy fucking shit , what the hell is going through her head — and she only barely manages to drag them both out of the back of the car with a giggly ‘have a nice night’ thrown over her shoulder.
Karlie whispers in her ear that yes, they will have a nice night.
“You’re filthy.”
Taylor murmurs it under her breath as her hands fiddle with her keys, they’re shaking so badly she can barely line the key up with the hole in her lock, let alone with the way her vision is still crossing drunkenly. Karlie — oh, her sweet, gentle Karlie — presses bony fingers into her wrist and calms her shaking with the gentlest touch, helps her put her key in the door and bends down a little bit until her breath tickles the shell of Taylor’s ear.
“Are you nervous?”
Taylor thinks about it for a second, rolls the idea around in her liquor and arousal addled brain. She is , just a little bit, but she’s afraid to tell Karlie because god , everything feels so nice and this may be her only chance to get to have Karlie like this — to get to hear those pretty little sounds she only gets to hear through thin apartment walls in the middle of the night — and she doesn’t want to fuck it up but fuck , what if they fuck it all up anyways and she loses the one good person in her life?
“Tay, babe.” Karlie’s fingers run down her sides gently and everything feels better, the thrum of arousal coursing through her body even more than it was in the car. “If you don’t want this — if you don’t want me — I’ll take a shower and put some pajamas on and we can watch Friends on the couch. But if you want me — and god , I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long — just say the word and I’m yours for the night.”
Taylor’s mouth feels dry when she thinks about the fact that Karlie says she’s wanted this for so long — feels a little bit like she’s going to pass out when she smooths a hand down Karlie’s back to grope her ass — and it all becomes so real in that moment, they’re really going to do this and she’s really going to fuck Karlie and god , if she goes to hell for this then it’s worth it, one hundred percent worth it to get to fuck her and hold her and kiss her.
“I…” Taylor swallows when Karlie stops her hand from wandering further, feels a flush creep across her cheeks when Karlie looks at her with that raised eyebrow and Taylor just knows that she wants some verbal confirmation that this is okay — that she’s okay to kiss and touch and be as filthy as she wants. “I wish I could say I was going to play it safe tonight and go to bed but god , Karlie, this is all I’ve ever wanted for so long that I don’t think I could say no if I tried.”
Karlie whines out this pretty little sound — desperate and wanting and god , Taylor feels herself drip into her already sodden panties at the sound — and her hands are shaking, shaking as they hold Taylor against her and god, there’s nothing hotter in the world, Taylor is sure of it.
“So yes? Is it a yes?”
There’s a barely breathed out please behind Karlie’s words, her fingers twitching against the small of Taylor’s back as she waits for Taylor’s explicit consent. It only makes Taylor more needy and yeah, she’s certain she may die if she doesn’t get Karlie in her bed soon.
“Yes, baby.” Taylor stretches up to kiss her, winds a hand in her pretty blonde hair and pulls her down to meet her lips and is suddenly struck just then with how tall Karlie is, how fragile she feels when she’s being held by her. It’s the most wonderful feeling, she thinks, being able to sink into this one person that she knows will protect her at all costs and would ruin her at the drop of a hat if she only asked. “I would very much like it if we started from where we left off in the car.”
“Okay.” Karlie breathes it into her lips and god , Taylor should be embarrassed with how eagerly she drinks her words in like no one and nothing else in the world matters. “ Thank god . Because I don’t think my hand would have done the job tonight.”
Taylor giggles into Karlie’s mouth, lets herself be pulled and pushed until they’re at the couch and she’s straddling Karlie’s lap and god , Karlie is so warm and responsive under her that Taylor thinks she’s actually dying and this is one of those fantasy dreams that happens when you lose oxygen for too long. But it’s not, because Karlie is right under her and licking into her mouth and oh , her bottom lip is trapped between Karlie’s teeth and she’s certain she’s never felt something better.
“ God .” Taylor breathes it into Karlie, wishes she could bottle up this feeling forever and ever. Her fingers wind in short blonde hair, slightly unruly and slightly tangled, and she gives an experimental tug that has Karlie arching her back and mewling this pretty little kitten sort of sound. “You make the prettiest noises, oh my god, so much better than I could have ever imagined.”
It falls from her lips without restraint and she momentarily curses her inability to have a filter or think before she speaks, but then Karlie is groping her ass and kissing down the column of her throat and it’s all so hot that Taylor can’t help but to sigh out.
“Mm, only for you.”
Karlie admits it freely, murmured at some point between her hand on Taylor’s ass and her fingers dancing along the zipper of her dress. Taylor grinds down into her lap in search of some sort of friction and god , Karlie uses her free hand to tighten her grasp on Taylor’s hipbone and she growls this animalistic sound that lets Taylor know that no, she’s not joking and yes, Karlie is undoubtedly in charge.
She gives herself just a second more to sink into the feeling of Karlie’s lips on hers — her tongue in her mouth, their teeth knocking against each other in the beautiful we’re learning each other’s bodies type of way — and she moves her lips down milky skin, nips her way down until she reaches that pretty little hollow spot at the base of her throat, scrapes her teeth across it just to hear what kind of sound Karlie would make if she does.
It’s so worth it.
“Can I bite you?”
She whispers it hotly into the skin of Karlie’s neck. Judging by the moan Karlie lets out — by the way she tips her head back and exposes her neck even more — she wants this, isn’t just tolerating it as a necessary part of a good fuck. Taylor can barely hold herself back — can barely stop herself from fully sinking her teeth in — and god, there’s pretty little breathy sounds spilling from Karlie’s lips as she nips and sucks and Taylor barely notices her own dress being unzipped by eager, nimble fingers.
“Need to feel you, Tay.” Karlie pushes at her until they separate just enough to pull her dress down, pulls at it until it’s pooled in Taylor’s lap in the picture of debauchery — all dolled up in her pretty dress and expensive jewelry and begging Karlie to undress her — and there’s a brief humiliating second when Karlie’s eyes rove over her, a flicker of something filthy in her pretty bluegreen eyes that makes Taylor gasp out. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, I don’t know how you’re not fighting girls off everywhere you go.”
It makes Taylor giggle a little, an embarrassed little sound. She feels her chest starting to splotch with the telltale signs of a blush but Karlie doesn’t say anything — doesn’t do much besides kiss at her shoulder and paw at her chest through her bra as though she’s asking for silent permission. God , it’s the hottest thing Taylor has ever experienced — the way Karlie’s eyes keep flicking up to meet her own with the hungriest look in her eyes — and she nods, slow and gentle and sure because in this moment, she’s never wanted anything more than Karlie all over her.
She doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anyone else this bad.
“Baby.” Taylor whines. Her bra — the pretty nude colored lace one — is thrown somewhere across the room to be found later. “Kar, please. ”
Karlie’s teeth sink into her shoulder and it’s all she can do to stop from sobbing, it’s the most wonderful thing she’s ever felt and god , she’s never been so turned on in her life and if she doesn’t get fucked soon she might actually pass out. Her fingers tremble across Karlie’s sides in search of the zipper to her dress — through her swirly, alcohol clouded mind she remembers doing it up before they left the apartment before the event, remembers the way Karlie’s skin prickled with a shiver and a barely contained gasp — and she nearly cheers when she finds it, drags it down slowly, slowly, slowly until Karlie whimpers in her ear.
“Take it off. Take it off. I need to feel you.”
Taylor pushes her dress down just enough to be able to touch her — it makes her a little lightheaded to think of how they must look, expensive dresses around their waists like this — and she arches a perfectly sculpted brow when she sees that Karlie went without a bra.
It takes a moment for her brain to stop short circuiting from the way Karlie is rolling her nipples between her fingers and kissing at her sternum — god , Taylor doesn’t think she can think about anything but Karlie ever again because she feels so good, so gentle, so reverent that she could cry — but she manages to clear the fog from her brain enough to cup Karlie’s breast with one hand, the other scratching down her abdomen and feeling the muscles jump beneath her touch.
“You’re gorgeous.” Taylor feels silly saying it because yeah, she’s a model , of course she’s gorgeous. “I want you so bad. Please .”
She isn’t lying, she’s soaked through the indecent scrap of lace that can barely be classified as panties and she feels it drip into her dress. The feeling makes her cheeks flame with a blush because this is so filthy and god, she just wants more .
“How do you want me, Tay? Tell me.”
She doesn’t have to think before the answer spills from her lips, more sure than she’s ever been.
“In any way you’ll have me.”
Karlie pushes her up off her lap, drags her pretty dress down until it’s on the floor and — oh, she’s so sweet — her slender fingers fiddle with the strap on Taylor’s heels and she pulls them off slowly, surely, until she’s left standing in front of Karlie in just her panties. She knows she should be at least a little modest, but she can’t bring herself to care — not when Karlie’s eyes are so dark with want and she looks like she’s about to combust.
“On the couch? Or on the bed?” Karlie’s eyes rove over Taylor’s legs and a wicked grin plays on her lips. “Over the counter? On the floor in front of the fireplace?”
“Take me to bed. Oh god, Karlie , please .”
She isn’t sure what she’s begging for, but when Karlie stands her hands scrabble across her stomach to push the tight fabric of her dress off. She’s gorgeous in one of those devastating ways — sure, Taylor has seen her mostly nude before, but there’s this air of sexy confidence about her now that makes her irresistible — and Taylor thinks that yes, she could write a million songs about the constellations of freckles that map Karlie’s abdomen.
“You love to beg.” Karlie says it without malice, a gentle hand winding through Taylor’s hair — not to pull her or hurt her, but for the gentle weight of knowing she’s there, they’re connected. She leans her head back into Karlie’s hand while she helps her out of her dress and her heels and fuck, Taylor feels herself drip into her panties when Karlie looks at her with this proud little smirk. “Good girl.”
Taylor lets out an unadulterated, embarrassing, unfiltered noise.
“You like that too.”
She almost denies it, but Karlie’s hand falls to the small of her back and she’s pushing her towards the stairs gently, gently, gently like they have nothing in the world but time and they can do this as slow or as fast as they want.
“I think I do.” It’s only a half lie because yes, she can feel slick arousal smearing down her inner thighs as they walk to the bedroom, Karlie’s protective hand on the small of her back while the other toys with the elastic of her panties over her hipbone. “God, Kar, you’re so gorgeous.”
It makes her feel a little bit like an idiot when she stands in the middle of her bedroom, her fingers just a little shaky as she fidgets nervously with her nails. It’s just a bit awkward in a way that makes Karlie make an amused little sound as she sits herself on the bed, beckons Taylor over to her with a perfectly arched eyebrow and a pretty smirk that makes Taylor’s heart stutter.
The alcohol has worn off and she’s glaringly sober and god , she wishes she had been shitty fucking drunk because this feels so much more when she’s sober — like she might just make the biggest mistake of her life with the best friend she’s ever had — but then Karlie looks at her like that and she’s gone, she’s hers .
“Come sit on my lap, baby.”
Karlie smiles this dazzling thing and oh , Taylor has the sudden realization that somewhere between the living room and the bed Karlie has stripped her panties off and fuck , she’s so goddamned beautiful that Taylor nearly chokes. She’s straddling Karlie’s lap before she gives herself time to think — before she gives herself time to question who the fuck had audacity and impulsivity on sale and why she ended up with so much of it — and god, she threads her hands in Karlie’s hair and fits her lips against pretty maroon ones like she’s made for this — made for Karlie.
She’s undeniably soaked already — from the dirtiness of kissing in the cab and the way Karlie looks at her and the way Karlie rolled her nipples between her fingers and god , the way Karlie called her a good girl — and she tries to grind down into Karlie’s leg, desperate and wanting and whiny, when Karlie stops her with a tight hand on her hipbone and a condescending tutting sound.
“Karlie… Kar, please .” Taylor whines into Karlie’s mouth, nibbles at her bottom lip and oh , Karlie wants to make her squirm — wants to see her pout and whine and beg — and she’s certain she’s never had hotter sex in her life. “I need… I need…”
She doesn’t know what she needs, so she tries her best to convey it through her actions. Her lips are on Karlie’s again but she lets her guide, lets Karlie’s tongue lick into her mouth and her hands grope all over her body and fuck , is this what this is supposed to feel like? She’s hot all over and it feels like an out of body experience and god , she cups Karlie’s breasts in her hands and rolls her nipples between her fingertips and the sound Karlie makes is positively sinful .
“You’re fucking soaked , Tay.” Karlie’s fingers dance along her hip, flirting with the tiny little elastic of her panties. “I can feel you all over me. What has you this wet, babe?”
She doesn’t have to think before she answers.
“You.”
She knows the indecent little scrap of lace between her legs is practically ruined at this point, she’s so slick and Karlie’s fingers just keep teasing, and she’s so fucking close to begging that it’s embarrassing but god , Karlie’s fingers feel so good and she hasn’t been touched like this in so long and it’s all so overwhelming. Her hand plays with Karlie’s pretty blonde hair while the other is on her chest and oh , Karlie’s breath is coming in little gasps and pants and Taylor is certain she’s never heard something so erotic.
“Can I take these off?”
Karlie’s fingers pull at the elastic waist of her panties eagerly but she waits — she waits quietly, without pressure or pulling or coercing — and it makes Taylor’s heart swell with that funny feeling that she always gets when Karlie is around her.
“Yes.” She gasps it into Karlie’s neck — she’s admittedly failing at nipping and kissing at the skin there, keeps getting distracted by Karlie’s hands all over her — and lifts up onto her knees just a little bit to make it easier. “Please, god, yes .”
Taylor thinks she might have a heart attack when Karlie’s nails scratch down her lower back and drag the indecent little scrap of lace between her legs down slowly, slowly, slowly and god, the sound Karlie makes is obscene — this gasped out moan that suddenly makes it so much more real — and Taylor feels a rush of wetness between her thighs as a flush rises on her chest, patchy and red and hot.
“Oh fuck , Tay.” She breathes out this obscene little sound and Taylor presses a kiss to her lips, drinks in all the desperate little gasps spilling from Karlie’s lips. “You’re so beautiful, oh my god.”
In a move that’s only spurred on by the way Karlie is looking at her — hungry and lust filled mixed with some sort of strange reverence that Taylor can’t quite place — she clasps her fingers dainty and small around Karlie’s wrist and drags her hand down, down, down to the apex of her thighs. Karlie gasps this pretty thing when the tips of her fingers meet sticky thighs and she looks at Taylor like she’s hung the moon and god , Taylor has never felt so much connection with someone in her entire fucking life that it almost aches to not be touching every single part of her.
“Touch me?” She glances up through her heavy lashes, bats her eyes and bites her bottom lip for good measure as she sinks back down to sit in Karlie’s lap. “I need you. Need your fingers.”
The entire world goes white when Karlie finally drags two fingers through her wetness, slowly but surely albeit a little awkwardly. It’s new and a little shaky and oh , she has to stifle an obscene gasp because Karlie is looking at her so reverently and this thing they have is delicate and fragile and she wants to sink into this feeling of being wanted and needed and important to someone.
“Like this?” Karlie sounds a little unsure of herself. Taylor lets out a ragged breath in an attempt to both soothe her anxiety and egg her on a little bit, digs her nails into Karlie’s upper back while her other hand plays with pretty blonde hair. “Tell me what to do… what you like.”
“Anything. I like anything as long as it’s you.”
She rolls her hips experimentally, nimble fingers bumping against her clit as she does and fuck , Karlie is sinking two fingers into her cunt with this expert flick of her wrist and if it weren’t weren’t Karlie — her sweetest Karlie, free spirited and lovely and unrestrained — she’d be embarrassed at the needy, keening sound she let out and the way her head dropped to Karlie’s shoulder.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” Karlie whispers in her ear, has a hand firmly gripped on Taylor’s hip encouraging her to set the pace. “You’re so wet for me, babe, it’s like you’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“I have .” It slips out before she can stop herself, falls from her lips in a whining little pant. “I like you in all that lingerie.”
Karlie laughs and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, a little out of character considering she’s knuckle deep in Taylor’s cunt with her thumb on her clit, but it brings Taylor back to the reality of the moment and doesn’t let her slip away so she’s thankful for it — thankful that Karlie almost always seems to know what she needs, even if she doesn’t know herself.
Her hips roll into Karlie’s hand and oh , she can hear how fucking wet she is and Karlie is letting out these gasping little moans like this is the best thing she’s ever felt — Taylor knows it’s the best sex she’s ever had, already embarrassingly close from a few well placed thrusts from long, gorgeous fingers — and it feels like everything is right in this moment, like her chest first perfectly against Karlie’s, her head fits into the space between her neck and shoulders like she was made for it.
“Karlie… please. ”
She’s rolling her hips wantonly now, movement becoming more and more unrestrained by the second. She doesn’t know what she’s begging for — doesn’t really care as long as it’s more — but Karlie winds a hand in her hair and tugs and oh , her pretty lips are on Taylor’s neck again and she’s nipping just hard enough to need a little dusting of foundation to cover the next day and she’s so fucking close she thinks she might actually combust.
“So pretty for me, Tay. God, you look so good like this.” Karlie is mouthing at her neck and groping at her hip and it’s so fucking good that Taylor finds herself lost in the feeling, eyes screwed shut and lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’ shape and she’s barely coherent enough to recognize that — what the fuck? — Karlie is lifting her up with one arm and flipping them over. “Is this okay?”
She’s on her back, head nestled in the crack between the copious amounts of pillows, and oh god , Karlie’s fingers are still inside of her and she’s all over her in the most wonderfully overwhelming feeling Taylor has ever felt.
“Tay?”
Karlie’s fingers still inside of her and Taylor lets out a whimper — a true honest to god whimper — and oh fuck , she feels Karlie’s cunt on her thigh — hot and wet and god , Taylor wants her so bad that it aches. It occurs to her then that Karlie wanted an answer — did she really expect Taylor to be verbal when she was right on the edge of an amazing, earth shattering orgasm? — but she nods, entwines her hand with Karlie’s, tries to tell her that yes, this is okay, she wants this.
She wants her more than anything.
“Karlie please fuck me.” It’s whiny and desperate and everything she wouldn’t let herself be with anyone else, but this is Karlie — her Kar, her sunshine, her best friend in the entire world — and she thinks that she can be just a little unfiltered around her. “I need you so bad.”
Karlie lets out a desperate little sound — Taylor preens under the subtle praise, wonders if the begging really does it for her — and it makes her a little bolder, a little more confident. Her hand braces itself on Karlie’s hip, the other finding one of her nipples to tug and roll between her fingers and oh , she’s so fucking responsive and making the prettiest fucking sounds that Taylor feels herself drip impossibly wetter.
She would be embarrassed if it were anyone else.
“You’re so…” Karlie’s breath is coming in stuttered gasps, her hips rolling against Taylor’s thigh unashamedly. “God, Tay, I want to taste you so bad.”
Taylor gasps, lips falling open against the velvety skin of Karlie’s neck. It’s more crass than she’s used to hearing from her — more erotic than she’d ever expected it to be — and she’s nodding eagerly into Karlie’s neck, moaning a wanton little sound because oh god , her fingers are scissoring slightly and the thumb on her clit keeps moving and it’s all so overwhelming that she might just die on the spot.
“ Please .” She scratches down Karlie’s back, grips at her ass. Taylor wants to grab her by the pretty blonde hair and shove her face between her legs and ride her face until she finally, finally chases that blissful orgasm but that might be a little too forward even for her, so she settles for tangling a free hand in Karlie’s hair and tugging gently and begging with her breathiest, whiniest voice. “Need you so bad, Kar, I’m so fucking close.”
“Can I?”
Karlie whispers it gently and it almost makes Taylor laugh with how sweet she could be even knuckle deep inside of her.
“Yeah, babe.” A flush creeps back up on her face and chest and oh , she’s speaking before she can even think twice about what she wants to say. “If you eat me out until my legs go numb I’d be more than willing to let you sit on my face.”
It catches Karlie so off guard that she lets out this gasping moan, filthy and debauched and so fucking hot , and she drags her body down Taylor’s slowly until her cheek rests on a sticky inner thigh. She takes her time dragging her fingers through already soaked folds, breath blowing cool on Taylor’s arousal-dampened cunt. There’s this glint of something in her eyes and oh , Taylor realizes it now, Karlie is waiting for her to beg.
“ Karlie , baby…” She’s whining a real, honest thing — not like when she was with boys, doing it for their benefit so they would roll off of her faster — and Karlie’s eyes darken significantly. “ Please .”
Her eyes flutter when she feels Karlie’s nose bump against her clit as she settles between her legs, one hand firmly holding her hips down while the other travels up and searches, searches, searches . Nimble fingers tap once, twice, three times on the inside of Taylor’s wrist and she can barely think through the pleasure enough to realize that oh, Karlie is interlocking their fingers.
It might just be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done.
She squeezes Karlie’s hand twice — a gentle ‘I’m here, you’re doing so good’ — while her free hand winds in silky blonde hair and fuck , Karlie is good with her tongue. She’s back on the edge with only a couple of kitten-soft licks, every noise falling from Karlie’s mouth only serving to vibrate against her clit.
“Can you keep your hips down?” Karlie murmurs it into her clit. Taylor doesn’t miss the devious way her eyes glint when she gasps a pretty sound and nods eagerly. She’ll do anything for Karlie. “Good girl. Let me use these fingers to help you out, hm? How’s that sound?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Oh, fuck.” Taylor is trying her best to keep her last shred of composure — she’s trying so fucking hard not to buck up into Karlie’s mouth that she basically deserves an award — and she chews on her bottom lip in a poor attempt to contain the undignified sounds threatening to spill from her lips. “Oh my god , Kar, so good.”
Two fingers twist deep in her cunt and fuck , she feels so full that it almost aches and she has to tighten her hand in Karlie’s hair and bite down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She’s embarrassingly close already, her cunt fluttering around Karlie’s fingers and her back arching up off the mattress, and she nearly sobs when Karlie’s tongue stills on her clit.
“You okay?” She looks up at her through heavily lidded eyes. It strikes Taylor then that Karlie looks unfairly gorgeous like this — she wonders if it would be weird to want to take a picture — sparkling eyes and face slick with her arousal and oh , Karlie’s face is slick with her wetness . “Tay?”
She can’t muster the strength to roll her eyes so she shoves Karlie’s head back between her thighs and tries not to gasp out when her laugh vibrates against her clit. Her stomach feels like there’s a white hot coil so fucking close to snapping and she desperately wants more, more, more.
“ Please , Kar, I’m so fucking close.”
She whines for good measure, squeezes Karlie’s hands where they’re still entwined and feels the familiar comfort of a squeeze in return.
“Mm, that’s all you needed to say.”
Karlie redoubles her effort, mouth making obscene sounds as she laps at Taylor’s cunt and twists two fingers deep inside of her and god , if it were anyone else she’d be mortified by how she’s so fucking wet that it’s dripping down her ass and onto the mattress but this is Karlie — Karlie who, to her credit, is lapping at every bit of spilt wetness like it’s sugary sweet — so she lets herself sink into the pleasure of it, lets herself roll her hips up into Karlie’s eager tongue and oh , she’s coming before she can stop herself, her breaths coming in desperate little pants as she rolls against Karlie’s face.
“Good girl.” Karlie coaxes gently, fingers curling and tongue never stilling. She squeezes Taylor’s hand a little harder, keeps rolling against her body so she can ride out her orgasm without rush. “God, you’re so pretty like this.”
It takes a long moment for Taylor to relax back into the mattress, tugging Karlie up her body by the hair when she does. She’s bashful now, her sweaty cheeks tinged pink and her eyes a little droopy because yeah, she hasn’t been fucked that good in like, ever. She finds the strength to smile gratefully at Karlie and brush their noses against each other’s and oh , Karlie’s lips and chin are still sticky wet and she thinks she might want to kiss her.
“How’re you feeling, babe?” Karlie plays with her hair idly, has her hips raised a little bit and the way she’s kneeling over Taylor makes her feel so much smaller, so much more fragile. “You’ve got that sexy post-orgasm glow going on.”
Taylor can feel her blush creeping down her chest, splotchy and hot.
“Mm, so good. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in ages.” She twirls a loose strand of Karlie’s hair and god , she must be so desperate, Taylor can feel her trembling above her. But Karlie is sweet in the way that she would never ask for anything — has sat with cotton-mouth for hours because she doesn’t want to make Taylor do anything for her, even if it’s as simple as getting her a glass of water — and Taylor feels her heart tug just a little bit. “But I’m not too tired for you, babe. Why don’t you come sit up here? I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to.”
“Are you sure?” She’s already on her knees, situating herself just above Taylor’s mouth. “I’m a lot taller than you, Tay, my legs are long.”
Taylor laughs to herself, pulls and pushes at Karlie’s long limbs to situate herself a little more comfortably. She’s taller, yes, but she’s more bendy from hours of yoga every day and she kneels easily above Taylor’s mouth.
“As if suffocating between those thighs would be a bad way to go.” Taylor nips at Karlie’s inner thigh for good measure, preens when she lets out this gasping moan. “Now come here, I need to taste you.”
She’s more hesitant than Karlie was — hasn’t been with a girl like this before, but somehow with Karlie it feels right — but she pulls Karlie down onto her face and oh , Karlie fills her senses until it’s just her and them and nothing else matters.
Taylor licks a long stripe along her cunt before she circles her clit and god , the sounds spilling from Karlie’s mouth — the desperate little gasping whimpers — are so fucking hot that Taylor has to squeeze her thighs together for a little bit of friction. Everything about her is so fucking hot , from the way she gropes at her own chest to the way she reaches down to hold Taylor’s hand in an oddly sweet move, and it makes Taylor’s head spin a little bit to think of the fact that Karlie — Victoria’s Secret Angel Karlie who could have anyone in the world she wanted — wants her , is spread on top of her tongue rolling against her mouth moaning out these debauched sounds.
“Fingers or no, babe?”
She murmurs it into Karlie’s clit, relishes in the way she whines and grinds her hips down until there’s nothing but Karlie all over her — in her nose, in her mouth, slick and dripping down her cheeks.
“Fingers.” Karlie pants, squeals out a girlish sound when Taylor’s tongue laps against her clit desperately. “Two. Fuck me, Tay, I’m so close.”
There’s something so erotic about hearing Karlie talk her through it — hearing her whine and moan and encourage her — and Taylor wants nothing more than to keep her talking, pretty breathless voice and all.
She slides two fingers into Karlie’s cunt — soaking and waiting and god , so, so tight — and there’s really no better feeling than Karlie all around her. The mewl she gets in response is so erotic that it almost makes her stop thinking — makes her heart clench when Karlie squeezes their joined hands once, twice, three times — and she can’t help but moan into her cunt because fuck , she tastes so goddamned good and looks even better rolling against her face with a hand in her own hair.
“Tay… Tay…” Karlie is gasping, hips rolling wantonly against Taylor’s mouth as she works herself closer and closer to her orgasm. “Oh god , babe, I’m so fucking close. God, keep doing that with your tongue.”
Taylor moans into Karlie’s clit — she can’t help herself, she sounds so erotic — and she curls her fingers until she finds the spongy flesh of Karlie’s g spot and oh , she files that pretty little sound away in the back of her mind for later use because she sounds so fucking sinful like this, right on the edge and rolling her hips in a desperate search for the right pressure that will push her right over the edge.
It makes Taylor feel positively wicked.
“I’ve got you, Kar.”
She murmurs it into Karlie’s cunt, barely loud enough to be heard over the staccatoed gasps and pitched whines, but she knows that Karlie understands when her eyes soften just a little bit and then fuck , her thighs clamp around Taylor’s head and she squeals out this girly little moan, hips rolling into Taylor’s mouth as she finally, finally comes around her fingers and onto her tongue.
Taylor is certain she’s never tasted anything better in her life.
She breathes Karlie in as she comes down from her high, hips lazily rolling and hand palming her chest but never, never letting go of Taylor’s hand. She tries to commit everything to memory — every sound, the way she tastes, the light weight of Karlie’s hips above her gently pressing down — because god , if she only gets one night with her she’d be an idiot not to remember it.
“Holy fuck .” Karlie is giggling to herself, crawling on shaky legs until she flips on her back on the mattress and wiggles once, twice, three times before she sighs an exasperated thing and pulls Taylor into her arms. “You eat pussy like a champ, Tay, holy shit. How did I never know that?”
Taylor contemplates faking it — contemplates pretending she has even half the experience that Karlie does — but something about those pretty green eyes always makes her spill her guts before she even thinks about what she’s saying.
“I didn’t know, really. I’ve never before.”
Karlie’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline and then oh , she’s pulling Taylor in for a kiss that makes Taylor’s head spin because they taste so good together. It gives her this strange feeling in her chest that she can’t quite place — it annoys her because she can almost always place how she feels — but she smiles and pecks Karlie on the lips again because yeah, their taste is addicting.
“I have to say that selfishly I’m glad you tried it with me.” She smirks, strokes a soft hand through Taylor’s unruly hair. It’s starting to curl up from the humidity in the room and she’s only a little embarrassed about it. “What’s better than some casual, fun sex between friends?”
Casual.
The word sinks dirty and disgusting into Taylor’s stomach and her weird feelings sort themselves out like playing cards behind her heavily blinking eyes. She tries not to think about how her stomach swirls a little bit with disappointment because this will all be over in the morning and Karlie will be back in her own bed and this will be some silly drunken thing they laugh about in a month’s time.
“Mm, yeah.” She nuzzles closer into Karlie’s chest despite herself — they cuddle all the time, at least that won’t change — and she finds herself pressing a gentle kiss to the angular collarbone under her cheek. “ Great sex.”
“You’re tired.” Karlie frowns, drops a kiss to the crown of Taylor’s head. “Why don’t we take a nap and see how we’re feeling later? Mm, we can play a really fun game of can I make you cum before our takeout gets here.”
Everything washes back to normal in an instant and Taylor is infinitely grateful for that.
“Bet you can’t.” She’s competitive, maybe even moreso than Karlie. “I’m an expert at holding out.”
Karlie balks out an exhausted sounding laugh and yeah, maybe Taylor is tired too because everything seems like it’s going in slow motion right now, but she doesn’t miss the way Karlie’s lips flutter against her forehead.
“Go to bed, goofy, we’ll test that when we get up.”
“Mmkay, Kar.” She can barely keep her own eyes open at this point, hands desperately clinging to Karlie’s bony arms. “Love ya.”
“I love you too, Tay.”
Taylor chooses to let herself drift off to sleep instead of overthinking — chooses to sort it out tomorrow — because for now Karlie is under her, holding her, whispering pretty little words into her hair and somehow it’s all she never knew she needed.
She can think about how royally fucked she is in the morning.