Chapter 13: Spontaneous Orgasm
The pill was a dry, chalky promise on her tongue. Chloe swallowed it down with a gulp of cold coffee, then turned and crushed her mouth against Dani’s. There was no finesse to it, only a desperate, hungry need. Her hands tangled in Dani’s short brown hair, pulling her closer as if she could absorb her confidence, her certainty, through skin and bone.
Dani met the frenzy with a low, approving growl, her hands sliding down to grip Chloe’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin cotton. But then she felt it—the change. Chloe’s kiss became sloppy, uncoordinated, her tongue plunging deep then retreating in frantic, unpredictable jabs. A fine tremor worked its way through Chloe’s body, vibrating against Dani’s own.
“Whoa, easy,” Dani murmured against her lips, pulling back just enough to see Chloe’s face. Her pupils were blown, black holes swallowing the blue of her irises. A sheen of sweat glistened on her brow. “It’s hitting you fast, baby. Really fast.”
Chloe didn’t answer. A sharp, guttural cry ripped from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock. Her back arched violently, her head thrown back, every muscle in her body locking into a rigid bow. Dani watched, utterly transfixed, as a powerful jet of almost clear fluid erupted from between Chloe’s legs. It wasn’t a trickle or a gush; it was a stream, a forceful, targeted arc that shot across the kitchen.
It kept going.
Chloe’s body convulsed, her cunt clenching around nothing, pumping out a continuous, shocking hose of viscous ejaculate. The fluid was thicker than before, pearlescent in the morning sun, and the sheer volume of it was impossible. It painted the lower cabinets, pooled rapidly on the tiles, and soaked the legs of the wooden breakfast table. The sound was a steady, relentless hiss, like a punctured pipe.
“Holy fucking shit,” Dani breathed, her own cunt throbbing with a sudden, desperate ache. She had never seen anything so primal, so completely out of control. It was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed. Her hand dove between her own legs, fingers shoving past the waistband of her pajamas and into her soaking wet folds. She frigged herself in frantic, circular motions, her eyes glued to the spectacle of her girlfriend coming apart.
Chloe’s orgasm seemed to have no end. The stream began to weaken, tapering from a forceful jet to a heavy, pouring flow, then finally to a last few spurts that dribbled down her inner thighs to join the enormous puddle on the floor. Her legs gave out. Dani caught her, sliding down with her, both of them collapsing onto the cool, wet tile amidst the astounding mess.
Chloe was panting, her body wracked with aftershocks, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and euphoria. “Dani… what… what was that?”
Dani couldn’t form a coherent sentence. She brought her fingers, slick with her own arousal, up to Chloe’s lips. “Taste it,” she rasped, her voice wrecked. “Taste what you did.”
Chloe, dazed and obedient, opened her mouth. Dani pushed her fingers inside, and Chloe suckled them clean, her tongue lapping at the familiar, musky flavor of Dani’s pussy mixed with the unique, salty tang of her own extraordinary release.
Dani’s breath hitched as Chloe’s warm mouth cleaned her fingers. “God, the taste of you,” she rasped, her voice thick. She needed more.
She plunged her hand between Chloe’s splayed thighs, dipping two fingers directly into the source. They came out glistening, dripping with the evidence of Chloe’ cataclysmic release. Dani brought them to her own lips, her eyes locked on Chloe’s, and slowly, deliberately, licked every drop clean.
“It’s so good,” Dani groaned, the salty, slightly sweet flavor exploding on her tongue. “Watching you fucking erupt… I have never been this turned on in my life.”
Chloe surged forward, capturing Dani’s mouth in a desperate kiss. The taste of her own fluids, passed from Dani’s tongue, was a strange, potent aphrodisiac. Her hands fumbled with the tie on Dani’s robe, pushing the fabric aside until they were both naked on the cool, wet tile.
“I need to feel you,” Chloe whispered, her voice trembling with a newfound urgency. She guided Dani onto her back, the slickness from her own body easing the way. She positioned herself above Dani, lowering her hips until their vulvas met in a hot, slippery slide.
Chloe ground down, her swollen clit finding Dani’s with a friction that made them both cry out. Their slick folds mashed together, Chloe’s prodigious fluids coating Dani’s skin, seepin into her opening with every rocking motion. “Fuck, Chloe, just like that,” Dani begged, her hands gripping Chloe’s hips, urging her on.
The slap of wet skin filled the kitchen, a lewd counterpoint to their ragged breathing. Dani’s back arched, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as her climax ripped through her. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her body bucking. “Oh god, don’t you dare stop.”
Chloe drove down harder, fueled by Dani’s plea, the sight of her coming apart. The pressure built in her own core, a terrifying, wonderful tension. Then it broke. A guttural scream was torn from her as another torrent of pearlescent fluid erupted from her, spraying across Dani’s stomach, her thighs, and jetting into the wet, clasping heat of Dani’s own vagina.
They collapsed together, slick and panting. Dani’s hand drifted down, her fingers sliding through the incredible mess. She pressed against her own entrance, feeling the strange sensation of Chloe’s ejaculate inside her. As her fingers found her clit, swollen and hypersensitive, she marveled at its heightened sensitivity, its seemingly larger, more pronounced shape beneath her touch.