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“You liked me.” She muttered, eyes looking everywhere but at Kiara.
“What?”
“When –when people get close to me…I feel trapped. And…I bail. And then I blame them for it.” Sarah turned to look at Kiara, who was no longer looking at her. Kiara instead looked at the floor, holding back tears. “But I–I miss you,” Sarah started, making Kiara look at her again, “and–and I want us to be okay again. If that was okay with you.” Kiara looked away again and started playing with her fingernails. Sarah kept her words to herself after that.
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“Hey Sarah?”
“Hey Kiara…” They spoke into the moonlight.
“Can you promise me one thing?” Sarah heard Kiara’s sleeping bag shuffle about, so she sat up as well. Once her eyes adjusted to the moonlight, all she saw was the brown girl’s lips and a comfortable weight on top of her. “Promise me…you can stay quiet for me, pretty girl.” And then Kiara’s lips were on Sarah Cameron’s, and she didn’t push her away. Not this time. Hopefully never again.
Kiara got more settled on top of the blond and held her face with her warm hands, hands that Sarah could just melt into. “Kie…” she whispered. Kiara hummed in response as she moved her lips down to her neck; kissing and licking and sucking until she finds the spot that makes Sarah Cameron make all her pretty noises. Sarah runs her fingers through Kiara’s wavy brown hair, scratching at her scalp. “I–what about–shit–what about John B?”
“Oh…well…he wanted us to get along didn’t he? I think…” Kiara moves lower to Sarah’s chest, “I think this definitely counts as us…getting along. Don’t you think so?” She pauses for a moment, moving back up to Sarah’s face, her lips inconceivably close to Sarah’s. “But, if the Kook Princess wants me to stop, all she has to do is say the word…” This time Sarah leans forward to kiss Kiara, pressing her own hands to the brown girl’s cheeks, and Kiara moves back down..further this time.
Sarah slides out of her sleeping bag, giggling. Kiara glides her nails on the blonde’s smooth thighs, before straddling one of them and running her fingers back down to the outside of her bikini bottoms. Her breath hitched at the touch, leaving Kiara with a stupid smirk. “Do you want me to make you feel good, Princess?” she rubbed mindless circles on the crotch of the bikini, looking for every little twitch every whimper Kiara could pull out of Sarah. “All the Princess has to do is say please…” the circling continued, “Although, I think this pretty girl could just cum off of this. If I keep telling her how pretty she is.” Sarah let out a pretty moan at Kiara’s words. “But I think you could have a bit more fun if you just said please.”
Sarah looked up at Kiara with her pretty little eyes and uttered two magical little words: “Pretty please.” Kiara smirked, kissing the side of Sarah’s head. Her fingers untied the sides of the bikini and she started playing with Sarah’s wet cunt. Sarah arched her back off of the boat wall and leaned forward into Kiara’s touch. Her breaths were measured and consistent with the way Kiara was touching her; when Kiara was going slower, Sarah’s breaths were slower, but when she started pumping her fingers faster and playing with her clit, Sarah’s breaths were faster and she kissed Kiara hard to stifle her moans.
Kiara was shocked at how easily it was to turn the Kook Princess into literally putty on her fingers. She couldn’t care all that much, though. They both knew this would be a one time thing.
That just meant Kiara had to seize the moment a bit more.
She pressed harder and harder, waiting for those breaths to climax. She knew it was about time when Sarah’s pussy started clenching around her fingers. “Oh…you’re so close aren’t you Princess?” Sarah whined in response as she got closer and closer until that knot in Sarah’s stomach came undone. Kiara got her through her high before pulling her fingers out. “That’s a pretty sight.” Kiara sighed. There wasn’t much time to process as Sarah sprung to life, suddenly on top of the brown skin girl with a devilish look in her eye.
She kissed her, hard and soft and reveled in the feeling of Kiara’s hands on her waist. Her bare cunt against Kiara’s smooth legs. But the pleasure wasn’t for her again, just yet. Sarah moved her way down to Kiara’s own bikini, running her tongue along its crotch.
“Shit.” A range of sounds came out of her and her back arched off of the boat floor. Sarah pulled off the bikini without a second thought and ran her fingers up and down Kiara’s legs. She kissed around her thighs as the other girl wrapped her fingers in her blonde hair. This was a non-verbal cue to the Princess that it was time to play.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Eat me out like a good girl.” Kiara pressed Sarah’s tongue to her cunt and let out the loudest groan and then a laugh. “You look so pretty down there Princess.” Sarah responded to the compliment by twirling her tongue around Kiara’s clit. The hand that wasn’t holding on to Sarah’s hair began playing with her chest. “Gimme a little more, pretty girl.” Sarah obeyed the request and stuck two fingers inside Kiara’s hole, making her let out an almost impossible moan. She pressed harder and harder, forgetting the thing giving her pleasure was a human being. Although for Sarah, the feeling of being trapped between Kiara’s thighs, sending her over the edge, was everything she ever could have asked for.
It all became worth it when she felt Kiara tighten around her digits and she came. Sarah kissed up Kiara’s sweet, soft skin until she met her lips. They kissed and kissed over and over again until Sarah needed to catch her breath, so she rested her head against the other’s. “Kiara,” Sarah started, hearing the big breaths from the other girl. “Tell me I’m pretty…”
She held eye contact, but didn’t say anything. Then she leaned forward and started kissing and biting at Kiara’s neck. “Call me ‘pretty girl’. I like how—I like it when you say that.”
“Oh well I won’t be saying it for much longer, will I, pretty girl?” Despite her words, Kiara held the girl closer to her neck, not wanting the high–the adrenaline to pass. Kiara started moving to move Sarah into the position of a straddle and moving her hips against her hands. It felt natural almost, and the near-harmony of their moans made the pleasure all the sweeter. “Just like that Princess…just–just like that.” Sarah planted her hands above Kiara’s shoulders on the ground so she could take control of the movements of her hips.
She started going faster…and faster–rougher and rougher until the knots in their stomachs came undone, and Sarah simply fell down on top of Kiara. Their legs were spasming and Sarah held her close as she kissed her, over and over again. Once all the adrenaline from their bodies subsided, Sarah rolled over, and started to collect herself. Kiara kept her eyes on the stars.
“So…do I still get to call you my pretty girl?”
“Only if you want this to happen again.” Sarah replied, putting her bottoms back on.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Kiara crawled back on top and ran her knuckles along her jaw.
“Up to you, Kie,” she kissed her again, “Up to you.”