"Yes," she breathed. "Please. I need you to touch me," Ginny begged. She had dreamed of this moment all her life and she couldn’t suppress the cry that tore from her lips when Kara’s fingers slid into her wetness.
Kara wanted to take her. She wanted her fingers deep inside. Ginny was so wet to her touch, she could hardly make herself slow down. She wanted to shove Ginny’s legs apart and bury her face in her wetness and she groaned against Ginny’s breast, making her fingers slow even when Ginny’s hips moved frantically beneath her.
"Kara," Ginny murmured. "Oh, God… Kara." It was heavenly, this woman’s soft touch upon her.
Kara was lost, hearing her name uttered so beautifully from Ginny’s lips and she pulled her fingers away. Ginny whimpered but Kara moved to her mouth and silenced her, kissing her hard.
"I’m sorry. I can’t wait," Kara murmured. "I want you too much."
She slid down her body, her hands urging Ginny’s legs apart.
"What… what are you doing?" Ginny whispered.
"Shhh."
Ginny saw her intention and she gasped, clutching at Kara’s shoulders even as her warm mouth left wet kisses in its wake.
Kara moved down and quickly covered Ginny with her mouth, her groan mingling with Ginny’s as she tasted her.
"Oh… God." Ginny’s hips pressed against Kara’s face and she thought she would surely die from pleasure. Her vision swam and she shut her eyes as Kara’s tongue moved over her. Sweet Jesus, she thought. No one had ever loved her this way. Phil had never even tried. Is this how women make love? She didn’t think she could stand another second and when Kara’s tongue plunged deep inside her, she cried out, her hands clasping Kara’s head to her hard. Yes, oh yes. Her body trembled from deep within and Kara’s mouth tugged at her, her tongue stroking her fast and Ginny exploded in a burst of color, her eyes blinded by the intensity of her orgasm. She screamed, her mouth open wide and her hips rocked with Kara. She felt her body draining, as if Kara were sucking the life from her limbs and she finally collapsed, her arms dropping limply to her sides as tears streamed from her eyes.
She tried to roll over, embarrassed, but her body wouldn’t move and she laid there, sobs wracking her shoulders.
"Ginny? God, did I hurt you?" Kara moved beside her and took her in her arms.
Ginny clutched her, squeezing her eyes shut. She buried her head in Kara’s shoulder, unable to stop her tears.
"What is it?"
"Never… no one’s ever… I’ve never…" She gave up and Kara held her, her hands gently soothing her, caressing her hair.
"Oh, God," Ginny mumbled. "I didn’t think it was possible," she said.
"What?"
"How you made me feel," she said softly. "No one’s…"
"No one’s made love to you that way before?" Kara asked gently.
Ginny shook her head, embarrassed.
"Then I’m glad I’m the first," Kara said.
Ginny kissed Kara softly, tasting herself on Kara’s lips. "Show me how to touch you," she said.
"Do I need to show you?"
"I want you to feel what I did," Ginny said.
"You know I will."
Ginny watched her, meeting her eyes, seeing them cloud with desire. And she remembered what Kara had told her once. That women knew how to touch women. She wanted to give Kara pleasure like she had never wanted before.
Her hands were confident as they moved to Kara’s breasts. "Lay back," she said. Her mouth moved over Kara’s face, touching her lips lightly, nipping at her neck before finding her breast. She took the swollen nipple into her mouth and she felt Kara shudder in her arms. And, Lord, how wonderful it felt to have this woman’s breast in her mouth. Yes, she wanted to give this woman pleasure. Her hands and mouth moved as if she’d done this hundreds of times before. She felt Kara’s body respond to her and she pressed her weight into Kara, her hips meeting Kara’s in a rhythm as old as time. Her body knew what to do, even if she didn’t and her hand moved between them, needing to touch Kara, needing to feel her warmth.
She moaned softly when Kara took her hand and placed it between her thighs. Kara’s wetness enveloped her and Ginny’s fingers moved into her, sliding wetly over her, into her.
"Yes," Kara murmured quietly. "Like that."
And she was so wet, Ginny’s hand was dripping with her and she matched Kara’s rhythm, her hand moving with the motion of Kara’s hips. The scent of her drifted to Ginny and she knew she wanted her mouth on her. She wanted to taste her. She had to taste her. She wanted to feel Kara moving under her mouth.
"I want you," Ginny whispered. "I want all of you."
With a desire so strong she couldn’t control it, her mouth quickly replaced her fingers and she groaned loudly as she tasted Kara’s sweetness for the first time. She thought foolishly that she didn’t know what she was doing, that she couldn’t possibly be giving Kara pleasure, but Kara’s hands urged her on, pressing her face back to her.
"Yes, please. Don’t stop," Kara whispered.
Ginny’s tongue moved over her, around her, and Kara’s soft sighs washed over her. Ginny buried her face again into her wetness, sucking her into her mouth, hearing Kara cry out softly and her own pleasure surged through her, threatening to explode again. Her tongue stroked her quickly and she felt Kara’s hips still as she rose off the bed and then Kara clutched Ginny’s head with her hands and arched into her.
"Ginny!" The word was torn from her mouth and Kara cried out.
Ginny felt Kara throb against her tongue and she gasped as her own orgasm came swiftly over her again.
Kara gathered Ginny to her, kissing her face, her eyes, her lips. "You’re a beautiful lover, Ginny," she whispered. "So beautiful."
Ginny felt on the verge of tears again. In all the years with Phil, he had never once said those words to her. She couldn’t speak now and she snuggled close to Kara, feeling her lips move over her face.
"I wanted you so much," Ginny said. "Like that. I’ve wanted you since that first kiss," she admitted to Kara and to herself.
"I know."
"I had an orgasm and you weren’t even touching me," Ginny confessed.
"I know," Kara said again, softly.
"Is it always like that? With women?"
Kara smiled. When was the last time she’d felt this way?
Ginny leaned up on her elbow, gazing into Kara’s eyes. "Is it?"
"It might be for you."
"Is it for you?" Ginny asked.
"No," Kara admitted. "It’s not often like this for me."
Ginny lay back down, satisfied. She took Kara’s hand and held it as she snuggled against her, against her warmth. "I don’t reach an orgasm very often."
"With Phil?" Kara asked gently.
"No. Not very often," she admitted. "Seldom, actually."
"Maybe…"
"No. I wouldn’t want him that way," Ginny said. "I wouldn’t want him to do that," she whispered. And she knew that she would never let Phil love her that way. It could only be Kara.
Kara knew they should talk, but her hands wouldn’t still. Desire flamed again and she wondered if she would ever tire of touching her. She captured Ginny’s breast with her mouth and felt Ginny’s hands move through her hair, holding her, murmuring soft words as Kara sucked hungrily at her breast. Was she responsive like this with Phil? Did he not know what he had? No. Men seldom did.
Ginny’s body flamed under Kara’s touch and she wanted Kara’s mouth on her again, but her orgasm shook her so suddenly when Kara’s fingers slid over her, she clutched Kara’s hand between her thighs, refusing to let it go.
This give and take was so new to Ginny, and her confidence grew with each touch. She knew instinctively how to touch Kara and her hands moved over her, into her wetness and she watched Kara’s face as she cried out her name again, her body pulsing against her fingers. She pulled away, wanting her mouth there again and she moved between Kara’s legs, her tongue reaching out to her.