Page 28 of The Rake and the Cake

Brook caressed the side of Aisling’s tit, slipping her thumb between them to tease the nipple again, and Aisling moaned into the kiss.

Brook’s belly clenched, her pussy soaking wet of a sudden. She bit down on Aisling’s lip gently to close the kiss off and said, “That’s a good sound.”

Aisling huffed against Brook’s cheek, and said, “Please…” She rocked her hips, her ass flexing in Brook’s hand. Her smalls grew wetter, trapped between her cunt and Brook’s belly.

Brook didn’t need to ask what the please was for. She slid her hand between them, inside Aisling’s loosened smalls, and turned it palm upwards. She slipped three fingers between the soft heat of Aisling’s lips, pressing back until she found her hole, then pausing.

Aisling rocked forward, her swollen clit pulsing against the heel of Brook’s hand. Then she rocked back, so two of Brook’s fingertips pushed just barely inside her. Sweating and dripping, swollen with all the lust built up between them over the last week. As Aisling rocked again, now using Brook’s entire hand to rub herself off, Brook’s pussy pulsed with sympathetic heat. She moved with Aisling, so her clit rubbed at her own knuckles between them.

“I thought about this last night.” Aisling’s voice was faint and breathy. “Every night. I can’t go to sleep without…”

“No wonder,” Brook murmured, biting back a moan of her own. She squeezed Aisling’s plump ass cheek again, and that clever tail wrapped itself around her arm as if in approval. “No one’s taken care of you in a while, have they?”

“Not—not like this,” Aisling huffed, then gave a little whine as she ground down on Brook’s fingertips again.

The angle was a little awkward, but Brook slipped back further. “Do you need fucked, Ash?”

“Mmm-hmm.” It was something between a moan and a whine, pure desperation against Brook’s skin.

Brook curled those two fingers upwards, simultaneously pressing the heel of her hand harder against Aisling’s thickened clit. Aisling was so wet, she rocked down and took both fingers to the last knuckle with another desperate little sound.

Brook’s head was fucking spinning. Aisling in her lap, fucking her hand, begging for more; there was nowhere else she wanted to be ever again, not in the whole of Everend. She kissed Aisling’s face as they found their rhythm again, writhing together. Their breathing synched at first, then became erratic as Aisling’s hips moved with more and more desperation. Her cunt was so wet, so hot, so tight and hungry around Brook’s fingers—

“Kiss me,” Aisling gasped.

Brook did, with everything she had. She sucked Aisling’s tongue into her mouth and curled her fingers just so.

Aisling gave a low moan and rocked down on her hand hard. Her pussy throbbed, muscles contracting around Brook’s fingers and against her palm. When Aisling tensed and gave an earth-shattering moan, Brook took the initiative back and fucked her nice and slow; and every time Brook curled her fingers up and in, Aisling shuddered and gasped all over again her arms.

Finally, Aisling muttered into her neck, “I can’t—I can’t take anymore. Ah, Goddess…”

Brook stilled her hand. Aisling flexed shaky thighs, lifted off her, and then fell sideways into the mattress as if boneless.

In that moment, disheveled and in pieces on her own mattress, Aisling had never looked more perfect. Curls awry, cheeks and chest bright pink, legs and tail in a haphazard tangle, Aisling looked like so much more than an elf. She looked like the goddess herself. The beginning and the end of all elfdom.

“Phew!” Aisling huffed. “Give me just a second to recover, and I’ll—I’ll repay the favor.”

Brook tried not to look too smug. Probably failed. “No favor necessary. Just let me sit here and look at you all night, and I’ll consider us even.”

“Not a chance.” Aisling’s eyes flashed in the low glow. And she pushed herself up to sitting, nudged Brook down on to her back, and kissed her way down Brook’s sweat-slick torso hungrily.

In spite of the midsummer heat, they fell asleep stuck together like two spoons in a drawer, Aisling’s front pressed into Brook’s back. When Brook woke sometime in the wee hours, they’d switched; she had her arm around Aisling’s waist, bent at the elbow to cup her breast.

She swallowed hard, not wanting to stir and wake Aisling—certainly not by groping her awake. When she tried to readjust, Aisling’s tail stiffened between them and curled around Brook’s top leg tight.

Brook chuckled and bent her knee, so the wide, flat base of the tail fit between her legs instead of threatening to bruise her thigh. She felt along the edge of it, where the thickest part of the tail met the deep curve at the small of Aisling’s back, and then around her backside, and then underneath it. There was a small, adorable cleft where the tail attached to both ass cheeks, like a roof over her crack. As Brook’s finger skirted it, Aisling gave a little wiggle and a laugh into her pillow.

“Sorry.” Brook kissed Aisling’s freckled shoulder. “Does that tickle?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Aising lifted her backside into the touch, shifting the base of her tail between Brook’s legs.

Brook sighed into Aisling’s neck at the thrill that ran through her. The base of the tail had large, blunt ridges across it horizontally, and when Aisling rubbed against her like that…

“Does it tickle you too?” Aisling murmured.

“Not—uh, not exactly.” Brook laughed and hooked her top leg around Aisling’s hips.

Aisling’s tail let go of it, but her hand grabbed Brook’s calf and held it tight, then hiked it up a little. “Wanted these legs around me.”