"Octavia!"
"Please… stop," Amanda whispered, her voice trembling.
I didn't stop. Not yet.
I slid my hand further
She was dripping wet.
I found her clit and started rubbing it
She immediately raised her hips and arched her back
I continued rubbing her clit
Amanda bit her lips, trying not to let out a moan
I didn't want that
I wanted to hear her moan
I gently slid one finger into her
She gasped and grabbed my shirt
I started sliding in and out
I could hear her moan now
I kept going, increasing my pace
And her moan increased
Just the sound of her moaning was making me loose my breath
I added another finger
She grabbed my bedsheets
I started moving my fingers in and out
She was moaning so loudly now
I kissed her on the lips
Then her neck
Then her shoulder
I gently took out my fingers
And started kissing her all the way down
Till i got to her already overflowing pussy
I gently bit her clit
She arched more and grabbed my hair
I started moving my tongue around her clitoris
I flickered my tongue on the tip of her clit and she jerked
I inserted my tongue into her
"Octaviaa" she moaned grabbing my hair tighter
I've never heard someone say my name better
I twisted and turned my tongue inside her
She tried to close her legs, but i held them firmly
I took my tongue back to her clit and inserted my fingers
I started sliding them in and out while teasing her clit with my tongue
Amanda was half screaming at this point
I kept going
"Octaviaaaaa!!" I heard her scream, then i felt her muscles tense up and she started jerking so hard
I took out my fingers and water gushed all over my bed
After she had become calm
She pulled me up and kissed me
I looked at her
She was so pretty
My hand lingered, hesitant for a second, then brushed along her arm, tracing the line of tension I could feel in her body. Her skin was warm, and I could sense the shiver running through her. She looked at me, eyes wide, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
I moved closer again, careful not to scare her, but wanting to close the distance between us. Amanda's breathing grew heavier, uneven, and I realized just how affected we were by being this close. She tried to pull away, but her hands lingered on mine, reluctant to let go.
"I… I don't know if we should be doing this…" she murmured, biting her lip.
I leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Shh… it's okay," I whispered, letting her feel the warmth of my hand and the softness of my voice. "Just trust me."
Her eyes softened, and I saw the vulnerability there. It made my chest tighten. I gently traced the curve of her cheek, memorizing the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at me. She shivered at my touch, not from fear, but from anticipation, and I could feel my own heart racing.
I pressed a kiss to her temple, slow and lingering. She closed her eyes, leaning into me slightly, letting me take the lead. Her hands brushed against mine, tentative at first, then firmer, as if daring me to get closer. My fingers twined with hers, and a silent promise passed between us, electric and undeniable.
We stayed like that for a long moment, just holding each other. The world outside my room seemed to vanish—there was only her, only the warmth of her body, and the rhythm of our breathing. I leaned in again, kissing the side of her neck, careful not to push too far, letting my lips graze her skin. Amanda gasped softly, and I felt a thrill shoot through me.
"Octavia…" she whispered again, her voice barely audible, but it hit me like a spark. My name on her lips sounded different—longer, heavier, full of something I couldn't quite describe. Desire? Affection? Need? I didn't care, I just knew it made my pulse race.
I pulled back slightly to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes were locked on mine. I couldn't look away. Everything about her drew me in—her energy, her beauty, the way she let herself be seen so vulnerably. I brushed my thumb over her lips and she caught my hand in hers, holding it gently, but firmly.
A soft knock on my door made both of us freeze.
"Shit," I whispered, pulling back.
Amanda sat upright, hair falling over her shoulders, and looked at me with wide eyes. My heart pounded, both from what had just passed between us and the sudden interruption. The knock came again, hesitant this time, like whoever it was didn't want to bother us.
We exchanged a glance, both of us aware of the intimacy we had shared and the sudden reality of being caught. I felt a mixture of panic and adrenaline.
"I… I'll get it," I said, trying to sound casual. But even as I stood, I could feel Amanda's gaze on me, heavy with unspoken words. She didn't move from the bed, just watched, and I felt a strange longing tug at me.