I sucked her entire breast into my mouth, licking her nipple until she whimpered. Clutched at me. I slid my hands under her tight little ass and lifted her, settling her thighs over my shoulder and down my back, supporting her weight in my hands.
“Whoa-holy-shit, Ink—wait, what…?” She didn’t get another word out before I had her against my mouth all over again.
I held her there, balanced precariously, and she braced herself against the ceiling as I began devouring her all over again. Slowly, this time. No hands, no fingers. Just my tongue and my lips. Kissing. Flicking. Licking. Tonguing in fat lazy slurps against her delicate center. She sighed and sighed, the first few minutes, just slow pleased gusts of languorous enjoyment. Then, as her delight built into burgeoning need, she began pushing her slit against my mouth, grinding into my tongue. She was nothing at all to hold up like this. But I wanted all of her need, so I lay back, never disengaging, so we landed against my nest of pillows with her sitting over my mouth, shins and feet tucked under her thighs, hands braced wide on the wall above my head, and she just let go, gave in with complete abandon. Writhed on me, staring down at where my mouth met her core, watching me as I drowned myself in her.
“Oh god, Ink, holy shit, holy shit, oh god.” One hand buried in my hair, she pulled me against her, roughly, grinding herself against my mouth. “I’m almost there, Ink. So close, so fucking close. Keep doing it just like that, oh fuck, that thing with your tongue—fuck, yeah, that, do that and don’t fucking stop!”
I loved how she told me what she wanted, what she liked. It made me crazy. Made me want to spend every moment of a thousand years learning how to make her feel like this, just like this, wild and cut loose into a frenzied sexual mania, writhing on me, eyes wide and teeth gnawing on the left corner of her lower lip, breasts heaving and bouncing, crying my name and begging for more and more and more.
When she came again, it was with a scream that left my ears ringing, left her taste seared onto my tongue. It was a wordless scream, hoarse. She folded forward with the power of it, shaking all over, quivering uncontrollably, gasping for breath—half sobbing.
She rolled away, off of me, onto her back, moving bonelessly, with effort. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Her voice was hoarse.
I just looked at her—all five feet three inches and hundred-some pounds of gloriously, decadently, perfectly beautiful naked woman, in my bed, taut abs still tightening and distending with ragged breaths, thighs shaking with aftershocks. Breasts falling to either side. Hair a mess of blonde explosion on my pillow. Eyes closed, mouth agape as she came back to earth and regained her breath. Sweat dotted her perfect skin, dripped down her delicate temple, slid between her breasts and into the hollow of her belly.
“Good god, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” I breathed, unaware the words were aloud.
Her head snapped to the side, eyes laser-focused on mine. “Don’t fuck with me, Ink.”
Unexpected. I reared back a little. “Ain’t. Didn’t even mean to say that out loud. Thought I was thinkin’ it, but it just came out.”
She turned her head away from me, eyes watering. “Sorry. I just…”
Tucked my hands under my head and gave her space to consider whatever it was she was chewing on.
“I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, grunted a negative. “Don’t apologize.”
“You just gave me the two best orgasms of my entire damn life, and I’m snapping at you,” she murmured. “Not like me. Don’t know what’s come over me.”
“Sure you do,” I said. “Just don’t know how, or don’t want to say it.”
She rolled to her side, facing me, frowning. “Like you said what you were thinking and feeling out there?”
“I honestly don’t know what the fuck to think or feel, Cass. Legit, I’m lost.”
“So you can be lost, but I can’t?”
I gazed into her eyes. Saw a tumult of emotions, mixed and coruscating, high and low and wild and tempered. “I see you, Cass. You know what you’re feelin’, but it’s deep and it’s a fuckin’ lot, and powerful, and you’re scared. I am too, I get it. Not asking you to say any of it.”
“And I think you’re very much in the same place, Ink.” She pillowed her head on her folded arm. “But I won’t push if you won’t.”
I felt my gut churning with my own hurricane of butterflies and violent, confusing, intense emotions I just didn’t know how to process, how to even feel all the way, much less express. I wanted to try, though. To at least find a way to let her know how much what she’d done meant to me.
“Cassandra, I…” I closed my eyes, fighting for the right words. Losing them as fast as they flitted through my disordered brain. “What you done for me, out there. The way you touched me. The way you…talked to me. Looked at me.” I met her eyes. “You don’t even know what you did for me.”
“You accused me of trying to fix you,” she murmured. “I don’t want to fix you. You’re not broken. I just want…I don’t know. I want things with you, but it scares the almighty fuck out of me, how much I want, what I want, how bad I want it. I wasn’t trying to fix you, or heal you. I just wanted to…to give you something good, something you can remember that’ll replace…” she fluttered a hand vaguely, “everything that came before. The bad stuff, at least. Not trying to take away or…tape over…the good memories, you know?”
I laughed. “What good memories? It’s all bad shit. I mean, there was some stuff that was nice while it lasted, with Elise, but what happened afterward just sort of…ruined those memories for me. Don’t think on ’em.”
“I just wanted to…try to help you unlock yourself a little, Ink.” She touched my beard, splayed out on the pillow, mixed in with her hair and my own, black on blonde. “I don’t think it’s healthy to have your sexuality locked up, shut down. You deserve to be open. To be free. You’re amazing, Ink. An amazing person. Gorgeous. Kind. Talented.” A pause, her cheeks pinking a little. “Really, really talented.”
“It’s all you, Cass. You make it easy. Making you scream is the easiest thing in the damn world. You’re so fuckin’ responsive, so easy to read. You make me feel like…like a god. Like I can’t do anything wrong.”
“No, Ink. You don’t know, you just don’t. I’m sensitive, I know. But I’m not easy to read, and it’s easy to get me close, but not so easy to make me come as hard as you did, and more than once to boot. And I mean, shit, the second time was even better than the first. You just…” She bit her lip, shrugged, a movement that had a delicious effect on her breasts. “You just know. You played my body like a fucking violin.”
Silence. There was so much unspoken. So much in her eyes, so much under the surface, and I was just as turbulent within.
Neither of us seemed to know how to bring any of it all the way up and out, though.
“Can I ask you something, Ink?” Quiet, not hesitant, just…quiet. Reserved. “And have a one-hundred percent honest answer.”