UNIQUE LOVE (G X G) Completed

CHAPTER: 9

Shanaya kicked off her jeans and inclined towards Zeenia again, pressing her lips against Zeenia's chin. Shanaya's tongue toyed with her throat, licking the salt from her skin as she climbed into the waiting lap. Zeenia's body was warmer to the touch, abdomen, hips, and legs than all the fires burning between them.

"I..." Zeenia's words were devoured by Shanaya's lips as arms encircled and hips thrust against her. Zeenia held her rear and felt every undulation as they came down Shanaya's spine. Sweat poured from Zeenia's forehead and ran down her own back. Her blazer had never felt so constricting.

As if she read her mind, Shanaya diverted her lips to Zeenia's throat and tugged on her blazer. 

Zeenia struggled to get it off. She wished she could be as graceful as Shanaya, but she felt like a cat trapped in a paper bag as she fought with the sleeves of her blazer. They popped off her shoulders and scrunched toward the bed. Shanaya unleashed her teeth at the back of Zeenia's neck and groaned into her skin. The blazer flew off the bed, and hands were on Zeenia's blouse, tearing apart her buttons and reaching for her breasts.

Kisses followed a pathway down her chest and reached her cleavage. Zeenia gazed into the top of Shanaya's scalp, and then her hair as soft as the rest of her. Finally, she ran her fingers through them as Shanaya pulled apart the last button of Zeenia's blouse, and licked the side of her breast.

It unlocked the final part of Zeenia's unbridled desire.

With a grunt she flung Shanaya onto the bed and descended upon her, showering her skin with frustrated kisses and thrusting against her through trousers and lingerie. Shanaya cried out, high and feminine, as Zeenia pulled down one side of her bra and took her n****e between her lips. She wanted to taste all of her in the twilight of the room.

In her passion, she pulled off her blouse and cursed herself for wearing a bra that day. Zeenia hated wearing them, but her bust size meant she had to for propriety at work and business. Her bra now felt like a chain holding her chest down. She wanted to be liberated like Shanaya was quickly becoming, both breasts now falling out of her bra. Zeenia thought that Shanaya was beautiful all over. Zeenia buried her face between Shanaya's breasts and inhaled her scent as fingers unhooked her bra and tore the straps off her shoulders.

Their skin came together now, both pairs of breasts locking together like a puzzle as Zeenia reveled in the sensations reaching her n*****s. She wrapped Shanaya's bare legs around her hips and ground against her vulva again, face deep in the pillow that Shanaya's head rested on. Listening to the young woman moan with soft, high breaths was both torture and pleasure. Zeenia wanted to be bare, too. 

The woman was a mind reader, she had to be. Shanaya pushed Zeenia off to the other side of the bed, and turned her, hands snatching the zipper to Zeenia's trousers. Zeenia had only a minute to admire her lover's breasts, still peeking out of her bra, before a hand jammed into her lingerie and grabbed a tuft of pubic hair. The surprised groan that Zeenia let out, complete with bulging eyes, shook the portraits of her ancestors on the wall.

Her trousers soon joined her bra on the far end. Shanaya's hand still in her lingerie.

Zeenia was driven to the edge of insanity. Her body riled in s****l sensations, her pelvis hot with desire and her mouth yearning to cover skin and taste, sweat and fluids. Her hips wanted to thrust, and her p***y wanted to join with Shanaya's before it wept. Nearly naked, vulnerable, Zeenia averted her gaze to Shanaya and waited. 

But Zeenia couldn't wait anymore. She leaped up and pulled Shanaya into her arms again, covering her throat and her breasts with kisses so hard that they left red bruises. Her fingers fought with the snaps on Shanaya's bra and freed her torso from the suffocating band, her fingers searched for the lines of Shanaya's lingerie and attempted to pry it off her pelvis. Shanaya wrapped her arms around Zeenia's head and indulged in the scent of her scalp. So gentle she was again, and it drove Zeenia to be rough and desperate.

Shanaya cried out in approval as Zeenia's fingers snaked beneath her lingerie and into her wet, waiting, p***y.

Zeenia had never seen a woman more beautiful in mid-c****s. Shanaya locked her fingers around her lover's neck and leaned back, short hair falling towards the bed as her jaw fell and her mouth enacted a silent scream of pleasure. Maybe it was the glow of the dim lights, but Zeenia swore she was an angel, sent down to steal her life force. She could have laughed if it weren't for the breasts heaving into her face as Shanaya humped the fingers going in and out of her p***y.

"Oh!" A trail of those sounds fell through Shanaya's lips, as her hips froze and her p***y gripped Zeenia's fingers. Shanaya then fell into a satisfying o****m. 

Not even one second after her o****m, Shanaya shoved Zeenia back onto the bed, dislodging her fingers and opening up her legs.

Zeenia's lingerie came flying off and Shanaya slid between her thighs. Zeenia shoved her hand into Shanaya's hair, pulling at the roots and slamming her face into her p***y. Shanaya drove in, without Zeenia's help. It was hard to keep track of it, as it happened so fast, the tongue washing over Zeenia's p***y.

She closed her eyes and sank into her pillow, legs dangling in the air as they strove to part as far as possible to accommodate the hungry head between them. Shanaya's tongue shooting in and out of her hole in between drawing circles around her c******s. Zeenia couldn't stand it. Her heart, feeling like it was about to burst from her chest, and the sweat pouring from her forehead nearly drowned her when she inhaled. She could neither scream nor cry, her words fell silently from her lips.

"Let me in," Zeenia called, her voice as if belonging to a stranger's. The sweet moan escaping her throat after that. Shanaya answered her plea and slid fingers into her p***y and unleashed the desire burning in her loins.

Zeenia screamed through her c****x, screamed loud enough to wake the dead on the walls, and certainly loud enough to summon those on the other side of the hotel. She didn't care. They could think she was dying for all she cared. Few women had made her feel like this, responded to her like this. Shanaya continued to nibble her c******s, and move her fingers in and out long after Zeenia fell back into reality.

Shanaya kissed a lingering trail from Zeenia's thighs, up past her navel, and to the sweating cleavage between breasts. Zeenia relaxed her legs and swore she would never have the strength to have s*x again. That was until Shanaya kissed her, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. 

Desire swelled inside Zeenia one last time.

This time Shanaya did not groan as Zeenia flung her over and mounted between her legs, fingers pushing inside her p***y, as her thumb searched for her swollen c******s. Shanaya gazed silently into Zeenia's weary face, daring her to hold that look for as long as she f****d her.

Zeenia was not one to back down from such a challenge. She was merciless with her fingers, and with her eyes as they bore into Shanaya's face.

 Then Zeenia didn't know where her words went again. All she knew was the sound of their heavy breaths, and their fingers making love. All she gathered was the serious gaze searing into her soul like fire.

Then in a moment of beautiful submissiveness, Shanaya relented with closed eyes, an arching back, and the sweet words, "Kiss me, honey..."

Fingers still inside her lover, Zeenia lurched downward and kissed Shanaya. She consumed the young woman, wrapping her free limb around her body. She heard Shanaya's wailing moans and happy sighs as her body convulsed in o****m.

Zeenia was not as gentle as Shanaya had been in the aftermath. Even after she came down from her high, Zeenia continued to intermittently thrust her fingers inside, eliciting groans. Shanaya barely had the strength to wrap her arms around Zeenia's torso and bring her down for a mutual kiss.

Finally, Zeenia freed her fingers and returned the embrace, wrapping her legs with Shanaya's as they kissed with abandon.

Few women felt so right in Zeenia's arms, even fewer made her feel so right in theirs.