Paper Dolls [Book Five]

by Blythe Stone

  “Fine,” she said, twisting a bit so she’d be in front of me. I still had the blanket wrapped around us and I was holding her. “We can stop here,” she said, staring intently at me, a bit of romance in her body language as she wrapped her arms around my neck, perched up on her toes, and rest her forehead on mine to let out a long sigh.

  “It’s not my fault you make me want to kiss you,” I muttered the words and just stood there, thinking about how it would feel when I did. I wanted to give it a few moments. Just to appreciate the feeling of the night before my mind was taken over by want.

  “Well, go on then,” she said. “Have your way.”

  “You’re very sassy right now,” I commented with a smile.

  “I’m just trying to deal with you, that’s all.”

  “A hard task. One no one else is up for,” I said and then I did kiss her.

  It wasn’t hard like before. Just a soft kiss to search her out. I let it linger on until I turned my head and started another. She followed me and our noses bumped a little before we resumed kissing. I smiled into her lips.

  “You’re so good.”

  “Lies,” she said, looking up at me indignant. She was attempting to claim innocence. I felt her hand slide along the curve of my jaw and lead me in just to kiss her again. She was hungry for me, taking more of me each time, becoming more desperate as she made addicting little sounds.

  I wasn’t going to be able to stand for much longer without some sort of assistance. There was nothing around us but the ocean and sand. I tugged at the back of her dress, wanting to feel her, getting lost in how she made me feel.

  The blanket was hard to hold now that we were moving and it slipped off my shoulder. I didn’t even try to stop it. I was too wrapped up in what we were doing. She drew back and I immediately started in on her neck, dropping little nips and kisses along her skin until I heard all the noises she made. Electricity shot straight down my legs and back up.

  “Fuck, baby,” she said, already overwhelmed by me.

  I backed up a little, grabbing the blanket and spinning around to free it from my body. It fell to the ground, covering part of the sand. I looked up and crashed back into her, kissing her hard and pulling at her hair. I wanted more right now.

  She gasped as I took her, completely not ready but feeling me everywhere. Her hands landed hard on my biceps and squeezed.

  I realized that I might be going too fast. I took a beat, taking my lips from hers and breathing hard.

  “Do you want to lay down?”

  “Sure,” she nodded fervently.

  I smoothed out the edges of the blanket and got down on my knees, looking up at her. I held my hand out. “I love you.” It came from so deep down and every single cell in my body rang with the truth of it.

  She took my hand in hers and looked down on me. “I love you too,” she said, watching my face as she traced it with her other hard. She marveled a small while before lowering herself down onto her knees right in front of me and waiting to see what I’d do.

  The sand was soft but still had a firmness to it so that when I lay down it wasn’t uncomfortable. The blanket kept most of it away from us and I smiled as she followed, laying down beside my body.

  I moved closer, putting a hand over her shoulder and looking at her for a moment. It just made me want to kiss her again. She took the lead and kissed me first and I fell into it until she pushed me back, getting up a little and hovering over my body as she kept kissing me.

  “You’re too good for me,” she whispered, nudging my cheek with her nose as she kissed me again.

  “Nope. Just good enough.” I reached up and wound my hand into her hair, my palm resting at the back of her neck. I pulled her down to kiss me again. “Killing me,” I whispered.

  I felt the heel of her hand on my stomach pushing down as she drown in me. Her other hand swam up into my hair and absentmindedly tugged as she whimpered in my mouth, nearly shaking ontop of me. She was overwhelmed by finally getting to touch and be touched..

  I wanted her but there was something I’d been thinking about since I woke up. I used my strength to push her up and over, putting her on her back instead.

  “Do you remember how I told you I had a dream about Italian food earlier?”

  “Yeah,” she said, coming back out of herself to try to listen to me.

  “Well, in the dream we brought it home and you were trying to eat yours but I kept wanting to taste you instead so you ended up not having more than two bites. I’ve been wanting to do this since then.” I trailed down her body, making sure she was watching me.

  When I got to her waist I slipped my fingers underneath her dress and pushed it up. The fabric was tight around her body but stretchy enough that I could move it up. When it was far enough out of my way I reached in and drew my nails along her inner thighs.

  “Hah!” She let out an awkward unexpected puff of air as her muscles instinctively tensed in response.

  “Did I surprise you?” I demurred and moved my hands up to the waist of her underwear, drawing them down a little at a time.

  “Yes,” she near whispered.

  When I got them down to her ankles I tugged them the rest of the way off and tossed them to the side. “Mmm, I can already smell you.”

  I moved back up, pushing my hands over her legs and loving her reaction. When I got to her hips I stopped and looked down at her.

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  I hadn’t even done anything and her body was already struggling to help her breathe. Her little muscles twitched and tensed and she looked up at me stern and anxious. “I’m not,” she said, shaking her head.

  “You are,” I insisted, leaning into her center and tasting for the first time, lingering over what I was doing.

  She made a small high pitched squeak as her fingers gently drifted into my hair and tightened so subtly.

  I knew she would be pulling hard by the time I was done. The thought spurred me on. I took a generous bit of her into my mouth and swirled my tongue from her opening up to her clit. “Mmmm,” I moaned.

  “Avery,” she rasped, abs flexing as she tugged tighter on my hair and her voice raised.

  “Yes,” I said, my tongue diving deep into her and then back out to repeat the process. Her folds were so slick and warm and I wanted to be there forever. She was pressing her legs against me and I loved the pressure. It relaxed me. I started a rhythm and set a pace, in and out, up to circle her clit and back down.

  Even over the crashing of the waves behind me I could hear her struggling to breathe as her whole body tensed and shook.

  It made me go faster, gathering her legs in my arms and getting even closer. Her hands pulled at my hair and I grinned. She was getting close already. I switched one of my arms, pulling it away and underneath her leg so that I could use two fingers to enter her. I sucked her clit between my lips and fucked her slowly.

  As soon as I entered her, her head shot up. I watched her eyes shoot open wide before stuttering inside their sockets and then rolling back. Her head dropped back down too as she cried out in pleasure. I only increased my speed a little. I wanted her to feel it all. This wasn’t a time when I wanted to be rough. I just wanted to show her love.

  I could tell when she got there because all the movement of her limbs stopped for a moment and she tightened around my fingers in waves. I watched her finish, peeking up from between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open a little. She was taking in gasps of air and trembling. She was so beautiful.

  I withdrew my fingers and moved up her body to rest beside her. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

  She pulled me in to kiss her and I could feel her starting to cry. “I love you,” she said, through kissing me. “I love you so much.” I’d exhausted her to the point of making her fevered in her need.

  “I love you too,” I got out between kisses. She calmed after a moment and I looked down at her as she recovered. The sound of the waves gave me peace o
n top of what I was feeling about here at the moment. “Thank you for tonight.”

  She reached up and pulled me down into her, kissing me. “I didn’t do anything,” she whispered, holding me to her and kissing the side of my face.

  “You took me to a nice restaurant and you got all dressed up. Now, we’re here. I feel so happy and relaxed. Especially, after tasting you and the waves. It’s just a good night.”

  I felt her hands at the back of my neck, her fingers moving into my hair and petting me while urging me to stay.

  “All I did was what I wanted to do,” she said quietly.

  “Sweet. Then I love what you want.” I smoothed a hand over her stomach. “You cold?” I looked down at her legs and reached out to pull her dress back down.

  “I could stay here forever,” she said, ignoring my question to answer her own.

  “So could I,” I said, pulling the edges of the blanket up and over our bodies. I closed my eyes and burrowed into her, resting my head on her shoulder. “Heaven.”

  Her arms tightened around me and I heard her sigh. She was still coming down. I knew she was okay, content, happy even. I was too and I felt our bodies meld together, sharing warmth. The chill of the night wasn’t so much an issue now. We could just enjoy being here.

  “We can’t fall asleep. That might be bad.” I could feel that I would drift before too long.

  “It feels so good though,” she said, holding me.

  “It does. I just imagine us being woken up by a crab or water… Or even someone finding us.” I chuckled. “Then your underwear would fall out of the blanket and there would be no question what we were doing down here.”

  “I don’t care what people know,” Olivia said seriously. “Why can’t we just teleport? I don’t want to move.”

  “Because you haven’t invented that technology yet, psh.” I sighed and kissed the skin above her collarbone. “So, really you need to get on that.”

  “No, I have a life now,” she whined, moving her hands over my back and touching me.

  “Mmmm, yes, you have my back to rub and stuff to plan.” I thought of all of the things we were going to get to do. “Shopping for school stuff sounds fun.” I didn’t even want to think about- or mention- the trial.

  “I’m just excited about the books,” Olivia said. “I keep stalking the site to see if the fall classes are posted and they’re not.” She was running her nails along my back all slow and delicate.

  “Do you know what you want to take?”

  “Of course,” she said. “I’ve known for a while now. But the reading changes. I can’t be sure who’ll be teaching what course or whether or not they’ll change up their reading lists. As soon as it’s all posted I’m going to write the professors and ask them specifically. I’m really excited. I feel like I’ve just been in limbo at Huntington.”

  “I love that. You getting excited about school. I know it’s been boring for you. I can’t wait to see your face on the first day of classes.”

  “My face will be the same,” she teased.

  “No, it won’t. You’ll be all excited and stressed and ready to attack the world with your super awesome brain. I’ll just be happy to be there with you.”

  It was hard to even wonder what I would actually be doing. What major would I chose? What classes would I take? I had no idea right now. She had it worked out.

  “That’d be so wonderful if we could take a class together,” she said.

  “It would except I’d be staring at you the whole time.” I snickered. “Na, I think it would be fun. We should do that. I know you’ve got a ton of pre-reqs out of the way but maybe there’s something we can find.”

  “I don’t mind taking anything over again. It’ll be different at Stanford. That’s guaranteed. And I’ve already just about locked in my first AA but those were all classes I took because I was legitimately bored at Huntington. I love learning. I’ll never be done. We can take something fun… Ethnomusicology… The Psychology of Animals as Friends… 30-Second Film-Making… Have you seen the odd stuff they have?”

  I laughed and squeezed her. “No, I haven’t even really checked it out. I didn’t even think I’d get to go but now I want to. Maybe we can look at it together.”

  We could take anything and it would be fun. “I know I don’t have to take the English pre-reqs but I definitely have to take science and math.”

  “If it helps I’ll take one of those with you, I really don’t mind. We’ll work it out.”

  “Yeah, we will. I have to talk to the swim coach about our schedule for that too. Um, so I didn’t really bring it up yet but there are several invitationals and nationals, and championships that are held away from Stanford. Some of them are three day events. So…. That kind of sucks.”

  “Oh,” she said. I could tell she was trying to be okay with it.

  “I know it’s far off in the future compared to other things but I thought about it the other day when I got a letter from the program and I was sad thinking about being away from you.”

  I sighed. I didn’t mean to bring us down it was just something that I thought we should prepare for or figure out at some point.

  “Like I said. It’s in the future, right? We can worry about it later.”

  We still had the whole summer to get ready for school and find a place to live. The positives far outweighed the negatives.

  “Maybe I’ll be able to come with you sometimes,” she offered. It wasn’t a fun thing to think about.

  “That would be awesome. Then you could cheer for me and be all cute in the stands. Sometimes when I get a really good time I just want to tell you right away.”

  “I love you,” she said, squeezing me a bit. “It’ll just be nice to be where you are. Especially if you’re doing something exciting like that.”

  “I’m kind of nervous. Swimming at Huntington is easy. Stanford won't be like that.”

  The sky was clear but there was still some light pollution from the city so we couldn't see as many stars.

  I looked up at the moon. It seemed so big. Almost like I could touch it, or bring it down to give to Olivia.

  “Can we get a cat someday?”

  She let out a small laugh, I’d surprised her. “I really want a cat,” she said dreamily.

  “Fate!” I laughed, snuggling into her.

  I felt her pushing me to roll us over. I helped her, guiding us both so I’d be on my back and she could lay on top. The blanket still encircled us. A small brush of wind threatened to blow the sand but it settled.

  A small amount of laughter escaped her. “You're a big dork,” she said, while rubbing my skin and breathing audibly. Her fingers kept sliding back around my neck and then pulling back out toward my throat as she lovingly stroked me. “My sexy dork,” she said.

  After a second I felt her kiss my neck softly on the other side. “Soon we’ll have our very own house and our very own cat.” Her words were sweet. “I’ll come with you on some of your weekends and we’ll only stay in pet-friendly hotels.” Her kissing turned slightly criminal as her tongue pushed into my pulse point and she treated that spot as if it were my mouth, opening her own mouth into it and licking me there in a pressure-filled kiss.

  “Can you be sexy and a dork at the same time?”

  I closed my eyes and felt what she was doing.

  “You can,” she teased, rubbing her nose on the side of my face as she stuttered a breath and tried to settle. She kept pulling her body up on mine, ever so slightly, rubbing us together just with the muscles in her arm and her fingers when they’d come to the back of my neck and tug. Her naked legs on mine kept sliding. When she’d ride up on me, her thigh would push into my center and excite me.

  I felt her thumb on my throat now, gently resting just like her. The waves crashed as she kept on in her confessions.

  “I wanna touch you,” she whispered, I’d quenched my own thirst but not hers. Her fingers trailed down to the top of my dress and she tugged, knowing already that
there was no getting through. She’d have to take it off to be able to touch me, and the only way to take it off was to go through the back. “You look so hot and fuckable in this dress,” she whined. Her hand moved up into my hair as she tugged. “Was that your intention?” She asked. “For me to want to take you up against some wall in some dirty place? Fuck your brains out?” She paused a second and I knew she was marveling at my skin. I didn’t even have to look, I just knew. Her voice got so airy sometimes.

  “You said all those lovely things. It kind of took all my might back there not to ask you to go to the bathroom with me,” she went on. “I wanted to give you a nice time, not a dirty one… You deserve so many good things… But you made it pretty hard for me, ya know? All the while thinking of going down on me, and not telling me that... All this time, I thought I was the evil one. But it’s you...”