Paper Dolls [Book Five]

by Blythe Stone

  I felt her hand smooth down my body with intention. She let it push as she did. Her skin dragged down the front of my breast and then my stomach and then my leg. Once she breached the edge of my fabric, her hand fully stopped as it hit my skin. Without warning or word, her fingers squeezed hard.

  The pleasure was undeniable. I felt her hand moving up beneath my dress, pushing intentionally back down my inner thigh toward my center. Her thumb was leading its way inward without stop. When she reached my center she pushed her thumb hard against my sex and I felt her fingers hook into the top of my underwear and gather the fabric just to tug.

  “Answer me,” she said, moving her fingers again, forcing her fingers to tug at the fabric as her thumb again pushed without mercy against my clit. “Was that your intention?” She loved to drill me like this every once in awhile, completely take over my mind. When I dared to look I could see that she was staring down at me, waiting for my eyes.

  “Maybe,” I replied. Her own intention was clear and I loved it.

  “That’s not an answer,” she said, staring down at me and shaking her head.

  “Oh, was it not?” I tried to move a little but she stopped me.

  “What are you going to do if I did?” I asked her. She was hot like this. So unbelievable, so absolutely gorgeous, and mine, but right now it was her turn to claim me.

  “Why?” She asked, looking down at my lips then back up at my eyes. “Scared?” Her mouth hung open just a little and I could see she was holding her tongue on the roof of her mouth, stopping herself from moving or acting preemptively. She was so good at restraint. I felt her hand moving back down my thigh toward my knee. She used both her hands to rub up my sides over my dress until they found my arms and pushed them back, running the length of them as she moved up over my body, trapping me in her way as her hands met mine and pushed them down into the sand above my head. “I just want the truth, ya know,” she said, hovering over me and watching my face.

  “The thought entered my mind that you could find me particularly attractive in this dress.”

  This was getting to a point that I wouldn’t be able to speak much so I wanted to at least get one coherent sentence out before she killed my brain.

  “The thought crossed your mind,” she exhaled, moving her hands down to my wrists and grabbing them so she could pull her body further up and kiss me madly. While she did it she led my arms back down and let go of one of them so she could tug at my face and keep me kissing her.

  “What are you going to do to me,” I sighed into her.

  “What do you want me to do?” She asked, kissing up my jaw hungrily as her fingers pulled tight in my hair and helped move my head to the side. I felt her mouth suck and her teeth drag and then bite at the skin of my neck.

  “Anything, everything,” I was about to lose it. “Mostly, I want you to get this freaking dress off so you can touch me.”

  “Mmmmm,” she hummed, pulling my earlobe into her mouth and tasting it. “You know… I’m really glad you said that,” she whispered, her hand falling down the back of my neck and pulling down on the zipper beneath me, ever so slowly in this torturous way.

  I felt her moving off of me. “Turn,” she said, pushing at my arm and my body. I helped her, turning onto my side and I listened as the zipper slid all the way down until it couldn’t move anymore. She paused a second and I felt her unhook my bra so very delicately.

  Her hand reached in and flattened across my shoulder bone, pushing the top of the dress off on that side. I felt her helping it all the way off, and pulling my body back down. As she crawled on top of me she looked down and tugged on the other side, looking down as she rid my body of the dress and my bra all at once.

  We were outside in the wind. Outside where other people could see if they ever came.

  She didn’t seem to care. All she was thinking about was me.

  I watched her eyes travel down and see me. “Gorgeous,” she breathed, looking down.

  Her legs slid back at my sides and she lowered herself, kissing my neck again and then my skin, down and down as she made her way to my breast and took my nipple into her mouth and sucked while squeezing the one on the other side.

  The cold breeze flowing over me and the openness of being outside excited me even more. I moved my chest up into her. This was nothing but instinct. There was no forethought to my actions. These were reactions.

  Hungry to please, she raced to accommodate me, taking care as she dipped her head and sucked again, flicking my nipple with her tongue before pulling away.

  Her hands came to my biceps as she pushed up on me to look down and see me there beneath her again breathing hard and wanting her. Her center pressed into mine as her legs spread just a bit so she could lower her body down just right and push me to stay. She gasped as her legs tightened. I heard a wave crashing as she sat up to look behind her.

  When she looked back down at me she was smiling so wide.

  “I like you here,” she said, pushing down off of me and tugging my dress all the way down and off, her fingers hooking into my underwear and taking them down too.

  It only took a few seconds and I was naked, completely, vulnerable to the world.

  I watched her push her own dress down and take it off without hesitation. At the very last she got rid of her bra.

  When she came back down into me she wrapped the blanket around us and pushed her thigh into my center kissing me hard as her hands swam to my face and my hair to hold me and keep me. “You feel so good baby,” she said, between kissing me. She wasn’t fast or slow, just hungry and all about touching me everywhere. Her whole body was touching mine.

  My heart raced harder after she spoke. There was a tone she reached when she was touching me like this that made my head feel so heavy. I could do nothing but listen to her and feel what she was doing. Anything she said would get me closer to orgasm. I wanted her to tell me.

  “Why do you like touching me?” I asked. It was coy, a little flirty, and more than a little pleasure drenched.

  “You feel amazing,” she said, tugging at my hair. “But I love what it does, the way you get lost in me.” She kept pulling her body into mine, her leg sliding as my hands glued themselves to her hips to help. Her mouth was killing me though. The way she kissed sometimes could drive me crazy.

  One of her hands came up to my throat and I felt her thumb again teasing me. She licked the line of my jaw from my chin all the way to my ear. “You’re so hot,” she said, pressing into my center with her body. “When I touch you, you freak out, and you fix things in me,” she said. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

  “Talk more,” I ground out. “But do this too.” I took her hand and moved it down between my legs. I showed her what I wanted. I knew it wouldn’t be long.

  She hissed out as she felt how wet I was. Fingers sliding into the wet. “You turn me on so much, baby,” she gasped. “Just seeing you. Touching is…” She swallowed and gasped as she slid her fingers back and forth. “Fuck,” she said, trying to find the words and failing. “Look at you,” she said, doing it as she touched me. I felt her eyes on me and looked into them.

  “Look,” she said, eyes flickering. She bit her bottom lip while she played, touching me a bit slower a bit more right. She let out a small gasp. “See,” she said. “Do you see that?” She asked, causing me to feel all sorts of things at once. The way she was staring.

  “I only see you,” I whispered. Her face always amazed me when she did this. The way she looked at me. I was the only thing that existed. It was strange to feel such things were real. People falling in love like this outside of a story or a movie. It had always seemed impossible. Yet, here we were naked on a beach under the moon.

  “Sometimes I’m selfish,” she said, face changing as she watched me and tried to feel what I was feeling. “Sometimes it just feels so good to be touching you. It turns me on, gets me off…” She was really trying to drag it out while she watched me. “Other times I j
ust get so weepy because you deserve to feel good,” she said, eyes pinching as she forced them to stay open. “I can see that I can do that,” she said, getting emotional while she played.

  “I like both,” I gasped. I never thought she was truly selfish. She might feel like she is but it’s not the same. If she was she wouldn’t care about how I felt at all. Clearly, she cared very much. Sometimes she cared too much. It made me love her more.

  I moved against her hand, trying to get more friction but she stopped me, slowing it back down and making me stay. I let out a whine. She moved her fingers inside of me, making my body seize for a moment before I was moving into her arm again, trying for more depth.

  This time she let me ride her hand and she kissed me, muffling the cries I would have let out into the world. They transferred into her instead and she seemed to feel all that I did. She pulled away and I opened my eyes. Her look, the universe in her eyes, it sent me over and I just stared, wide eyed as my body crashed down to the sand like the waves around us.

  I was panting and she was on my chest. Her weight made it harder to breathe but I didn’t want her to go anywhere. This was perfection. Water, earth, and her body all in one place. For that second I would have been okay if I’d died.

  “Too good,” I said, between breaths.

  “Shhhh,” she said, bringing her hand up to push my hair out of my face as she laid still on top of me and breathed, just feeling me beneath her, her fingers tangling up gently in my hair as she sighed. “I love you,” she said sweetly. She kissed me gently and took care to be soft.

  “I love you too,” I sighed.

  This was the perfect night. Shame it has to end.

  “I know,” she said, snuggling into me and holding her hand at my neck.

  I moved around a bit, grimacing at the feeling of grit. In our movements we’d somehow gotten sand inside the blanket.

  “Damn,” I muttered. I was on bottom and probably got most of the sand exposure. “You may not want to move much.”

  “You okay?” Olivia asked, moving a little to look down on me and check.

  “I’m a little sandy,” I said, grinning. “Much sandy actually.”

  “Oh, no,” she laughed, moving to carefully look down and check. “Okay, yeah, we can go,” she said laughing and moving to get up once she noticed how much sand was gathering at my sides.

  “Crap,” I said, struggling to get back into my dress. “Nope, nope” There was even more sand inside the dress. “I’m gonna have to use the blanket. The dress is now part of the beach.”

  “Oh no,” Olivia laughed guiltily. She put her bra back on and pulled her dress on quickly, taking my dress and our underwear off the blanket and getting up. “Come on,” she said, picking the blanket up as I stepped off of it.

  She stumbled a bit away from me and let the wind take the sand from the blanket.

  “Here,” she said, turning and wrapping it around me. “Sorry,” she said, trying to get it tightly around. “Guess this wasn't really the best idea,” she confessed.

  “No, it was a good idea. I’m so not messed up about the sand. It’s funny. Literally.” I smiled, hoping that she could pick it up in the light of the moon. “Baby, it was a perfect night.”

  We walked back to the car and I got in, huddling under the blanket and hoping that I wasn’t getting too much sand in the car.

  “Let’s go home and take a shower, okay?”

  “Okay,” she said, looking over at me with a soft smile as she turned on the car.

  Chapter 12

  Olivia

  It was definitely an interesting night, I’ll give us that.

  It was really hard to get inside her head, I was finding that more and more.

  At the dinner table I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, yet she was talking and telling me, trying to find a way.

  She keeps having these moments of crystal clarity. For Avery that’s not common.

  And for me it’s just so confusing. It makes me scared.

  I don’t have doubts about us until these moments happen.

  It’s like I think that everything is good and then I find out that really they were only okay and NOW they’re good.

  That’s scary, yeah?

  To me it is.

  I feel like she’s always catching up with herself and running away.

  It’s hard to explain, hard to touch.

  I’m emotional right now because she was so into talking about me tonight. I’m emotional because I could see her having one of those moments again. I never mean to bring them on or push her to have them.

  I’m not sure we can ever find a normal…

  That thought punched me a bit as I drove us home.

  I let out an odd sort of sigh.

  “What’s up?” She asked, putting a hand on mine.

  “Nothing,” I sighed happily. I looked over at her and let my fingers open so she could hold my hand in that backwards sort of way. “I was just thinking about lunch tomorrow.”

  It was a lie. She didn’t need to think about this right now, about my insecurities. Not at a time when she felt so high. I wanted her to soar…

  “I told my mom I’d meet her. I think she wants to talk about the wedding and about therapy. I kind of scared her today.”

  “Oh, well, I can’t decide if I should be super sympathetic or just think it’s cute.” She squeezed my hand. “Tell her we want rainbows everywhere and huge blow-up clowns. She won’t be able to talk after that.”

  “Right, ‘cause she’d really believe that,” I scoffed.

  “You never know, she might laugh.”

  “Yeah, see, getting my mother to laugh at me is not something that’s hard to do.”

  It was a problem. It was why I couldn’t communicate with her before. I always took it too seriously. I always let her judgements wound me.

  That was stupid and I was getting over it now. I guess I had a problem laughing. Especially at myself.

  It just hurt a lot more coming from her.

  I think I got now how much fondness was beneath it all. I needed Avery for that.

  “Aww, babe. Your mom isn’t going to laugh at you. Our wedding isn’t something to laugh about and she knows that. I was just being silly.”

  “And I was just saying, she always laughs at me, Avery…” Had she not noticed that? “Getting her to laugh is the least of my problems.”

  Lunch with my mom wasn’t a problem really. It was just odd. It was odd to be doing so many things differently now but this was my life. Avery changed me for the better, it was just hard to be this new me. I was going to have to explain things to my mom, I knew that much.

  When we got home I parked the car and gathered our clothes.

  Avery got out and we walked to the door quickly since she only had her blanket on.

  “Wait,” I said, feeling mischievous. I dropped our clothes on the porch and pulled Avery to follow me. “Wait here,” I said, when we got to the edge of the pool.

  I hadn’t done this in a while but I used to love it late at night when I knew my parents were gone or sleeping.

  I ran to the power and switched off all the lights, wiggling out of my clothes and running back to her.

  “I’m going in,” I said, warning her.

  I dove off the edge and felt the water envelope me. After the beach and the sex it felt fabulous. The warmer water swallowed me up and covered me graciously

  I came up and laughed on instinct. I stopped myself once I noticed. I didn’t want to make too much noise.

  Avery came up to the edge. “Oh my god, you’re crazy and awesome.” I felt her legs dangle into the water and she shifted a little so she wouldn’t hit me when she came into the pool.

  “Oh, you have the best ideas,” she said as she swam away a little and then came right back. She pushed me into the side of the pool and wrapped her arms came around me. She found my lips and kissed them, pressing me against the concrete a little and then backing off again.

  I
gasped, the contact was everything. Being trapped and loved and kept by her was my favorite by far.

  “Just wanted to get that sand off you,” I lied, clinging onto her with my whole body so she couldn’t just go. It actually surprised me that we hadn’t done this before. Well, not spontaneously at a time when my parents were home. “We can go shower now if you want. I just wanted you touching me again.”

  “No, I’ve got you where I want you now. You can’t get away just like that.”

  She pressed me again and I could feel the bite of the concrete but that was all. She wasn’t forceful, just insistent.