Selena Kitt - Quickies

Her hands moved over his chest, down his belly, again and again as she sucked him, the same steady downward motion. She worked as if she could draw it out of him-the pain, the horror, the rage-bring it down and out and through his body with this one solitary act of love, on her knees before him in gratitude for everything he had sacrificed.

Holly felt tears stinging her eyes as she worshipped the length of his cock, tower of heat and strength filling her mouth, filling her completely. The soldier’s eyes met hers in the darkness, the moonlight through the window giving them just enough to see each other’s shadows by, and he cupped her cheeks in his big hands, his cock slowly thrusting into her wet, waiting mouth.

It was a moment she would never forget, when the world slipped back into place and gave them both just what they needed during that brief flash of connection. His whole body quivered at the moment of climax, and her soft hands pressed his bare belly beneath his shirt, feeling what had been coiled there spring, release, let go. He flooded her mouth then, and she thought it would never stop, endless waves of heat, and she swallowed it all, as if doing so might erase any sign of his agony.

They didn’t speak. The soldier zipped up as Holly worked her way back to the seat, and this time when she pressed herself against his side, she was awake, conscious of the act, and he welcomed her warmth, his breathing easy now. She watched him sleep for a while, a peaceful thing, and it pleased her beyond words as she drifted toward a dreamless darkness.

It was morning when they woke, stiff and sore, stretching the night off as the bus pulled into another stop. It was his-her destination was further down the road.

“What’s your name, soldier?” she asked as he pulled his camouflage duffel from under the seat and shouldered it.

He gave her a small smile, and she thought he spoke the next words with a pride he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “David Michael Jordan, Lance Corporal, United States Marine Corp.”

She nodded, her eyes on his, and felt those tears threatening again.

He was blocking the aisle for other passengers, and while they both noticed, neither cared. He touched her cheek, rubbing gently with one finger. “What’s your name, angel?”

“Holly.”

Smiling-he had a bright, beautiful smile-he said, “I think you must be an angel Holly.”

“No.” She smiled back, and said the next without any hint of shame. “I’m a prostitute.”

“Jesus.” His jaw dropped. “Really?”

She nodded as he lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, his face puzzled. “Do I…I mean…do I owe you-”

“I owe you.” She turned her face toward his hand, cradled it and kissed his palm.

“We all do. It was my gift.”

“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed her, briefly, the passengers behind him shuffling. “You are.”

She watched him get off the bus, feeling more full and whole than she had in a long time. He stood there until they pulled out a few minutes later, duffel at his feet. He gave her a short salute when she waved. His eyes met hers for a brief, tender moment before the bus accelerated, moving her forward on her journey, one of constant, unexpected pleasure and human connection.

"Lose weight."

Beth snorted and pinched the side of Tina's trim thigh. "If you lose weight, you'll disappear, Tinkerbelle." Tina wiggled away from Beth's wandering fingers with a grin.

"Think of something else."

"Stop smoking."

Beth laughed out loud at that. Tina hadn't ever smoked in her life. "Listen, princess, if you're not going to take this seriously, I'm going to have to tickle you again."

Tina squealed, grabbing for the covers and pulling them over her tousled blonde head. "No more tickling!"

"Then tell me honestly…" Beth's hand sneaked under the covers, seeking heat.

"What's your New Year's Resolution gonna be?"

Tina's eyes were bright as she peeked over the top of the comforter. "Okay, okay… you really want to know?"

Beth's hand had found the sweet spot she was searching for. The way Tina bit her lip when Beth slipped her fingers up and down in the wetness was both hot and endearing, and she felt her own body respond.

"I wouldn't have asked, if I didn't want to know, sweetness…" Beth flipped the comforter off in an instant, making Tina squeal again at the shock and pedal back toward the headboard. Beth's hands gripped the blonde woman's thighs and pulled her downward with no effort at all. Tina was tiny, a lightweight, and she could toss her around like a little ragdoll when she wanted to. It was one of the many things Beth loved.

"Ohhhh god," Tina wiggled and spread as Beth's probing fingers and tongue found their way past her soft, smooth lips and into the pink folds inside. "I can't think when you're doing that, baby."

Beth fastened her mouth over the tender, swollen bud of Tina's clit. Her flesh was incredibly responsive, and Beth knew that in just a few moments time, she could bring the little blonde to a hard, quick orgasm. Tina's hips were already beginning to move against her tongue. Instead, Beth pulled back and grinned. "Well, in that case, I'll just stop until-"

"Nooooo!" Tina wailed, grabbing Beth's dark head and pressing her between her thighs. "Please, please…"

"Then tell me." Beth's tongue flicked back and forth, barely touching the woman's clit. "What's your New Year's Resolution gonna be? I told you mine, it's only fair…"

Tina groaned, reaching down and spreading her lips with her fingers, rubbing her own clit. "I can't… tell… you…" She was making fast circles, her breath coming in short, hard pants.

"Ha!" Beth snatched the blonde's hand away from her pussy, wiggling herself between Tina's thighs and pressing her full, round breasts against Tina's mound. "You better tell… I swear, I'll tickle you again until you can't breathe!" Beth's fingers inched their way up Tina's sides and she squirmed, begging.

"No, no, no tickling!" Tina gasped and wiggled and Beth shivered as her nipples brushed through the slick wetness between Tina's thighs. "Okay, I'll tell you…"

With a satisfied smile, Beth kissed her way down Tina's smooth, flat belly, her eyes moving over the blonde's face, those sweet, delicate features twisted in pleasure

as Beth began licking again. Tina moaned, rocking her hips up and down, her fingers twisting and tugging at her own little nipples, the pink flesh turning red with her attention.

"Oh yes!" Tina spread wide when Beth's fingers found her, slipping deep inside.

"You know I love that…"

Beth did. Her fingers curled inside, seeking that sweet, sensitive spot and rubbing there, again and again. She loved watching Tina wiggle and squirm and moan under her mouth and fingers. There couldn't be anything better in the world.

"My new year's resolution…" Tina gasped, her thighs trembling as she pulled them back to give Beth more room, deeper access. "Oh fuck, baby… please…"

Beth tried not to grin, but she couldn't help it as she flicked her tongue back and forth over that sensitive little clit. Tina's nails were digging into the soft flesh on the sides of her knees, making crescent shapes there as she rocked against Beth's mouth.

"Tell me," Beth urged, taking only a moment to say the words and then focusing again on the woman's clit, her fingers working hard inside, against the smooth walls of the little blonde's pussy.

"Oooooo baby!" Tina's whole body was quivering. "Make me come first, and then I'll tell you! Please!"

"You promise?" Beth's tongue pressed faster, harder, looking up into Tina's flushed face.

"Oh I promise!" she gasped, trembling with her longing. "Yes, yes, I promise, please! Make me come, oh baby, make me-"