Close Enough (High Rise Novella Four)

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that, for you only, I’m a big fat bottom.”
    “Well then,” Isabella pushed Nat up by her shoulders, “on your back you go.” She toppled Nat off of her and, before Nat had a chance to protest or say anything, she straddled her, her pussy inches away from Nat’s chin. “Time to use your tongue for other purposes than all this endless talk coming out of your mouth.” Isabella grinned down at her. She inched closer and let the palms of her hand fall against the wall for support.
    Nat pressed her hands against Isabella’s butt cheeks and pulled her close. She smelled of silicone and orgasms and her scent transported Nat back to a few minutes ago, when she lay face down, her head buried into the pillows, while Isabella fucked her from behind.  
    She ran her tongue along the length of Isabella’s slit, tasting her musky wetness, while pressing her nose into the tiny curls above her clit. With her hands she parted Isabella’s cheeks and let her fingers dip down, delving deep into Isabella’s flesh. Looking up between the swell of Isabella’s breasts, she witnessed Isabella chewing her bottom lip while throwing her head back.
    She dug her fingertips deeper into the skin of Isabella’s bottom while thrusting her tongue high up into Isabella’s pussy. Isabella arched her back in response, pushing her pelvis more into Nat’s face. Nat’s tongue probed inside of Isabella, lapping up her sweet juices and licking around the rim of her pussy. She avoided Isabella’s clit for now, wanting to drive her crazy a little bit longer first. She let the tip of her tongue slither between Isabella’s folds, while her fingers explored Isabella’s backside more. One finger inched closer to Isabella’s pussy lips, while the other more daring one circled the delicate rosebud between Isabella’s butt cheeks.
    “More,” Isabella groaned.  
    “More of what,” Nat wanted to ask, but her mouth was full of Isabella and hardly free to form sentences. Nat sucked Isabella’s lips into her mouth and briefly let her tongue flick over her clit. It felt engorged against her.
    “Yes,” Isabella cried out in response, but Nat held back. Instead of focusing on Isabella’s clit, she inserted the tip of her finger into her pussy while licking around it. Her other finger pressed against Isabella’s back entrance a little harder, not deep, barely slipping in, just enough to make its presence known and apply some delicious pressure.
    Isabella’s knees started shaking underneath Nat’s arm pits. Nat trailed her tongue in a wide circle around Isabella’s clit, both fingers gently probing. It stood in stark contrast to the pounding Nat had received earlier, but then again, as Nat had come to realise, they were two vastly different people.
    “Please.” Isabella’s voice was hoarse, a mere whimper splintering against the wall she used for support. “Oh god, please.”
    Nat unleashed a frenzy of flicks on Isabella’s clit. Isabella bucked closer, shoving Nat’s head hard into the pillows. Nat stiffened her fingers and let them both delve a little bit deeper while her tongue twirled around Isabella’s clit.
    Isabella’s entire body trembled as her orgasm convulsed through her. Her legs chained Nat’s head to the bed as a stream of juice leaked out of her pussy into Nat’s mouth. Nat withdrew her fingers and traced them up Isabella’s sides, waiting until Isabella was ready to release her from her leg grip.
    “I could have died down there,” she said, when Isabella crashed on top her.
    Isabella chuckled. “Can you think of a better way to go?”

    ISABELLA

    Isabella woke up in her guest room in an empty bed. Instantly, a cold fist clenched around her heart. Had Nat done a runner already? She listened for sounds in the apartment, but heard nothing but the incessant hum of traffic outside. She allowed her body to sink deeper into the mattress, her muscles sore and her skin sticky after a night of hardly any sleep and a lot of after

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