And He Tastes Delicious

In a flash, her hands are out of my shirt and her fist is closing over my wrist and she's pulling me with her into the largest stall in the bathroom and slamming it shut behind me, flicking the latch and pushing me up against it.

"Not a lot of room to work here," she says, "And if I'm being honest most of my times in bathrooms were with guys and were at clubs and I was usually pretty drunk and it was usually pretty blunt. When I'm with a girl I prefer a bed and taking it slow, but we've got places to go and honestly right now you've got me so worked up I want to rush."

"Jesus Christ," I whisper, shaking my head and completely unable to believe my luck.

"I mean if you'd like to call me that you can," she laughs, "But personally I was always more fond of Lilith."

Rachel pushes forward and fills herself with my body once more while I brace for what comes next. She kisses her lips into my neck, down into me as her hands creep once more up beneath my shirt.

But this time she's not content to go under. She peels it up and pulls back to give her the distance to be able to pull it over my head and she hangs it on the hook on the back of the door, all done in one single swift move.

Then she's back on me again, pressing her lips into me and pushing her hands onto me as she teases my bra up to follow my shirt onto the back of the door.

"You are gorgeous," she tells me, tracing a trail from my neck down over the tops of my breasts while her hands run up my sides to tease at me, "You are tempting. You are talented. You have given, and now you deserve to get a little back in return."

"I never gave to you," I whisper, tensing as my fingers curl against the door behind me.

"Oh but you have," she smiles, "Still I know what you mean, so we'll say you owe me one if you'd like. And you can pay me back later."

She pulls back and smiles as her hands cup my breasts and her lips dart down closer to my nipples.

"In fact," she says, just before she closes over them, "I'll hold you to it."

She takes my nipple in her mouth and she teases it with her tongue before her lips close over it and pull it in. One of my hands flies up to clap over my mouth as I clench it tight to muffle my cry of pleasure because it is pleasure because my whole damn body feels it.

My knees knocking together as my belly burns and the feel of her feasting on my sensitive breasts rushes through me like an electric shock, making me tense so tight that I rise up onto tiptoe and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Legs like jelly but I squeeze them together and I feel her release one nipple only to find the other. And her hands just keep on rhythmically squeezing my breasts over and over again as she touches and tastes me, as she moves from one breast to the other and leaves behind a lingering tingle of her saliva making my skin wet and cool in contrast to the burning beneath the surface.

"Fuck," I moan into my hand and I shake my head back and forth, "Oh fucking hell."

This is perfect and this is good and this is so damn fantastic and I want it and I need it and I can't believe it's happening. And my mind is filled with the thoughts of all the times I've had people before and how much my life has changed since I switched into this body.

And I wouldn't give it up for the world because I'm here with the girl I've wanted for so long and she's licking and tasting and biting my nipples and she's making me shudder and shake.

And her hands are running down over the flat of my stomach and turning and pressing in and they're teasing at the top of my shorts.

And they're flicking them open.

And they're drawing the zipper down.

And they're moving with purpose, with determination.

And nothing, nothing, is going to stop them now.

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