The first thing I felt when I woke up wasn’t sunlight or the weight of the blanket — it was her warm fingers, slow and deliberate, rolling one of my nipples between them.

My eyes fluttered open, and there she was — Teagan — lying beside me, the sheet barely covering her hips, her tanned body lying on her side, looking at me… like she wanted to own me.

Her blue eyes locked onto mine the second I stirred, and I noted that familiar smirk from her lips.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice low and rough with sleep, but dripping with something else entirely — pure lust.

She continued rolling my nipple between her fingers, tugging lightly, making the fire inside of me stir.

“Couldn’t resist,” she added, her eyes dropping to my chest. “You looked too good lying here all delicious like.”

I was bare from the waist up, nipples already hard, ready for her to play with. The ache between my legs from last night hadn’t fully faded, and it was flaring right back to life.

Her hand slid lower, fingers tracing along my stomach, over my waist, teasing the dip of my hip. Her mouth followed, lips pressing a soft, warm kiss to my collarbone, then lower, her breath hot against my skin, making me melt.

I let out a shaky exhale, my body already reacting, the dull throb between my thighs building fast. Her tongue began licking my nipple before sucking it gently into her mouth. 

Her sucking on my nipple sent a pulse straight through me. I arched toward her, my hands sliding into her soft, messy blonde hair as she sucked harder, teasing with her tongue.

“Was this an ok way to wake you up?” she teased, her voice soft, sensual.

In response, I slid my hand between her thighs, finding it already wet, waiting for me — slick, warm, wanting.

A slow, soft exhale, her hips pressing into my hand.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my fingers teasing her slowly, spreading her lips open and sliding through her slit. “Wide awake.”

Her laugh was low, breathy, and then her mouth was back on me — kissing down my chest, licking along my stomach, her hand sliding down to part my thighs.

There was no hesitation this time, no shyness — just raw, hungry confidence. Her fingers teased along my slit, spreading me open as her mouth followed, her tongue licking lightly over my clit.

I moaned softly, my hips shifting toward her mouth, the sleepy haze completely burned away by the gift of her tongue all over me.

She licked me with slow, lazy strokes at first — teasing, tasting — then her tongue flattened, circling my clit with steady, relentless pressure that had me wanting more, more.

My thighs trembled as her fingers slid inside me — two this time — curling perfectly, zeroing in on that spot inside that made my whole body react.

“God, you’re so fucking wet already,” Teagan whispered, her voice low, wicked.

I couldn’t form words — just fisted the sheets, breath ragged, as her fingers worked me over, fast, relentless, the orgasm building like a storm I couldn’t hold back.

“Teagan… fuck… don’t stop…” I gasped, my voice raw, broken.

She didn’t. Her fingers kept driving into me, faster, rougher, working my G-spot — and when my hips bucked, the wave snapped loose, crashing through me as a hot stream squirted past the side of her head.

My whole body locked up, the climax tearing through me, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. But she didn’t stop. She kept going — fingers attacking my G-spot like she was determined to break me.

She slowed for barely a minute, teasing, giving me the illusion of a break — then her fingers dove right back in, deliberate, focused, grinding into my G-spot until my body convulsed again.

The second wave slammed into me hard — my back arched, head pressing into the pillow, a guttural groan, and another messy stream squirted out of me, soaking the sheets.

“Okay, okay… I need a break…” I panted, struggling for air.

“No, not yet,” she smirked, her eyes dark, dangerous — and immediately her fingers slammed back inside, relentless.

The pressure built fast — too fast — and then I was gone again. The wave tore through me, my whole body jerking, thighs trembling, another hot stream shooting from my pussy, soaking everything — Teagan included.

“Break… break…” I gasped, shaking.

This time her fingers eased out of me. She kissed along my thighs, slow, soft, wicked — letting me catch my breath.

When I finally opened my eyes, she was crawling back up beside me. Her face still glistening from the absolute mess she’d just made of me. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my body still trembling from the relentless way she’d worked me over — no breaks, no mercy, just fingers attacking my G-spot over and over until I lost total control. FUCK!!

We kissed, tasting the results of my orgasms on her lips and tongue, OMG! 

When she backed up for me to get a look at her, I had to laugh.

"Let me get you a towel," I jumped up and started to walk to my bathroom. That was when I got my first glimpse of the carnage that we had caused. 

 Not only was Teagan's face covered, but my sheets were soaked. 

Returning with a towel, I laughed as I dabbed my fluids from her face, stopping once in a while, giving her a peck on the lips. 

But now? It was her turn.

I grabbed her wrist, flipping her onto her back. Her eyes widened, a startled laugh escaping her lips, but the second she saw the look in my eyes — lusty, revengeful — her breath caught.

“Oh,” she whispered, her teasing confidence faltering for just a second.

I crawled on top of her, straddling her hips, my fingers sliding down her stomach, teasing along her bare skin. “No breaks for you either, babe,” I whispered darkly, my voice low and rough with leftover arousal.

I kissed her hard, messy, our tongues tangling, my hand slipping lower between her thighs. She was soaked already — her smooth pussy, warm, glistening with how worked up she’d gotten fingering me.

I wasted no time — my fingers slid inside her, two at once, curling, looking for that sensitive spot that made me go crazy. OH, there it was! That soft, spongy spot that makes for amazing, intense orgasms. 

I started slowly, circling my fingers, rubbing softly. 

As her body reacted, I changed how I worked my fingers inside of her. I mimicked what she had done to me, learning as I went.

She gasped, her back arching, hips lifting off the bed.

“Fuck, Sydney…” she groaned, her voice already breaking.

I didn’t let up — I curled my fingers deliberately, steady and relentless, my palm pressing against her as I watched her unravel.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth falling open in a shaky moan as her thighs trembled.

But I wasn’t done — not even close.

I slid down her body, kissing along her stomach, her hips, before settling between her legs. My tongue flicked over, around and through her pussy. Tasting her, teasing, while my fingers kept pumping inside her, curling just right, steady and rough.

“Please, don't stop,” she gasped, her hands grabbing the sheets, her whole body tight with tension.

I wasn't stopping, My tongue circled her clit as my fingers attacked her G-spot with focused precision.

It didn’t take long — her head raised, her body bucked, and then…

A gush of warmth coated my hand and face. A soft, wet splatter covered my wrist and face as she let out a strangled, broken moan.

She’d gushed everywhere.

“Holy fuck…” she gasped, her whole body shaking.

But I didn’t stop. I kept fingering her, my tongue licking her clit relentlessly, working her through it and right into the next.

Her moans turned desperate, raw, her hips rocking, pushing into me — I held her there, no mercy, my fingers working hard against that sweet, sensitive love button inside her.

The second orgasm hit her even harder — her back arched, her breath caught, and another warm gush soaked me, dripping down her thighs, my hand, and face, soaking the sheets.

“Fuck! Syd!” she cried out, her voice cracking, eyes squeezing shut.

I still didn’t stop.

Her thighs trembled as I worked her with my fingers and mouth. Working her G Spot, licking her clit, teasing her mercilessly.

She squirted again — hard this time, a messy, soaking gush that splattered across my hand, face, and the bed.

Her body was shaking, helpless, and I didn’t let up.

“Break… break,” she tried to gasp, her voice high, wrecked, broken.

I pulled back just enough to grin up at her, my face glistening, my fingers still deep inside her. “Nope… not yet.”

I slid my free hand along her inner thigh, spreading her wider, watching as her pussy clenched helplessly around my fingers, still dripping, flushed, soaked.

Then I lowered my mouth again, tongue lapping at her clit, fingers attacking her, and the pressure inside her built fast — her body completely out of her control.

“Fuck— Sydney— I’m— oh god—”

She came hard again, her whole body convulsing as another messy, soaking stream gushed from her pussy, coating my hand, my face, dripping onto the bed.

I continued, not giving her a choice. Again, again, again I made her cum, squirting all over me and the bed.

By the time I finally eased my fingers out of her, her body was weak — trembling, flushed, her blue eyes glassy, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants.

I crawled back up her body, kissing her softly, teasing, tasting her sweetness on my tongue and lips.

Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe, her hand weakly gripping my wrist.

“You’re evil,” she whispered, her voice raw, completely gone.

I just smiled against her lips. “You started it.”

Teagan lay beneath me, flushed, breathless, her body still trembling from the relentless mess I’d made of her. The sheets were soaked, her thighs glistening, a faint sheen of sweat clinging to her skin.

Her blue eyes fluttered open as I kissed her softly, slower this time, our lips moving together, tongues lazily tangling, tasting, teasing.

“Okay… I deserved that,” she breathed when we finally broke apart, her voice still hoarse, but that teasing spark was creeping back into her eyes.

I smiled against her lips, nipping at them playfully. “You did.”

Her hand slid down my side, fingers trailing along my hip. “But you’re not done, are you?”

I shook my head, kissing her again, slower, deeper. “Not even close.”

She let out a soft laugh, breath shaky, as we kissed — slow, messy, all tongue, our bodies tangled together on top of the soaked sheets.

My hand slid between her legs again, fingers teasing her pussy, still soaked, still sensitive. She whimpered softly, her hips shifting toward me, that raw, desperate need building all over again.

“Your turn,” I whispered against her lips.

She grinned, her hand sliding between my thighs, her fingers teasing along my pussy, spreading me open, finding me just as ready, just as desperate.

We kissed again, tongues wet and eager, our hands working between each other’s legs, fingers slipping inside, curling hard against that sweet, sensitive spot.

We found a rhythm fast — our hips rocking, fingers pumping, relentless.

I moaned into her mouth as her fingers hit my G-spot perfectly, the pressure building fast, sharp, unbearable. My fingers curled inside her just as hard, stroking her deep, watching her break apart beneath me.

“Oh fuck… Syd…” she gasped, her voice cracking, her hips jerking.

“Cum for me,” I whispered, fingering her harder, faster.

She did — hard — her body tensing, thighs trembling as another gush soaked my hand, her moans, music to my ears.

At the same time, her fingers worked me right back—fast, relentless, making me explode. My orgasm crashed over me, sharp and overwhelming, my whole body bucking against her hand as I came, soaking everything within the splash zone.

We didn’t stop.

Our hands moved faster, fingering, pumping, teasing — no breaks, no mercy.

Another orgasm ripped through me, my body tightening, another stream gushing from me, soaking the sheets even more.

Teagan whimpered, her hips rocking, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she squirted again, her body shaking under me.

We barely had time to breathe before we were wrecking each other again — fingers attacking G-spots, tongues tangling, breathless moans filling the room.

A third orgasm built fast, sharp, our bodies completely out of control, and then…

We both came again — hard. So hard, I got dizzy and thought I was about to faint.  

Messy, soaking everything, trembling, gasping, our hands never stopping until we were both shaking, completely spent.

By the time our hands finally stilled, we were both soaked. Our skin glistened with sweat and slick and spit, the sheets beneath us a complete disaster. The whole bed, the room smelled like sex — hot and raw and real — and I loved it.

My fingers slipped from her slowly, gently, and hers did the same, our bodies weak as we tried to breathe through the carnage we’d created in each other. Every inch of me buzzed, sensitive and pulsing, completely undone. My legs felt weak. My chest felt light. My head swam with the dizzy haze.

I collapsed onto her chest, letting gravity take me.

Teagan opened her arms without a word, and I curled into her, my head resting on her bare chest, her heartbeat still racing under my cheek. She felt hot and soft and safe. Her fingers stroked lazily through my hair, and we just lay there like that for a long time. No pressure. No performance. Just breathing.

“Are you alive?” she asked softly after a while, her voice soft, sensual.

“Barely,” I murmured. “I can’t feel my legs.”

She laughed — low, throaty, satisfied. “I don’t think I’ve ever squirted that hard in my life.”

“You were soaked,” I grinned weakly. “We both were.”

“You made me like that,” she whispered, kissing the top of my head. “Felt like I was gonna drown.”

“You deserved it.”

Her hand slid gently along my back, settling on my hip. “Yeah… I did.”

We stayed there in silence a little longer — tangled, warm, soft, the air still thick with the afterglow. My limbs felt like jelly. My skin tingled. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to ruin the feeling.

But eventually, the stickiness of everything caught up to us.

Teagan wrinkled her nose. “We’re disgusting.”

“Filthy,” I agreed, not moving.

“Shower?”

I groaned. “Only if you carry me.”

She snorted. “Not a chance. You’re walking, Bambi legs.”

I rolled onto my back dramatically, moaning as my muscles protested. “You broke me.”

She leaned over and kissed me, slow and sweet and full of mischief. “You’ll recover.”

Eventually, we stumbled to the shower. Warm water hit our skin, and we just stood there for a minute, letting it wash away each other's juices. I leaned against the wall as she lathered soap across my body with gentle, teasing hands, like she still hadn’t quite had enough of me.

“Don’t even think about starting round three,” I warned playfully, my voice echoing off the tile.

She raised her eyebrows with a grin. “Just washing your thighs…”

I gave her a look.

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, raising her hands. “Breakfast first. Then we’ll see.”

We toweled off, did our hair and makeup, dressed slowly, lazily, every movement still a little drunk with leftover pleasure. She slipped into her tank top and cute, tiny shorts but without undies. I threw on leggings and a t-shirt, no bra. I wanted the outline of my nipples to be seen, enjoyed by her, others. 

We headed out for breakfast a little after nine.

It felt surreal — sitting across from her in a tiny booth at a diner near my house, sipping OJ, her foot resting casually against mine under the table. We talked about nothing at first. The food. The playlist. The waitress’s long fake nails. We laughed.

But when her eyes met mine across the table, something shifted again.

It wasn’t nerves anymore. It wasn’t curiosity.

It was connection.

And I realized — what happened last night? This morning?

It wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. It was the start of something truly amazing.