Piper withdrew her fingers and studied them for a moment before licking them clean. I watched her through a haze of lust and satisfaction.
“I don’t like to leave a mess,” she said as I watched her lick the last of me from her fingers.
“Your face is a mess,” I said. I’d also tried to hold her hair back and hadn’t done a very good job, because her hair was wet too.
“Totally worth it,” she said, placing a kiss on my low belly.
“Verdict? How was your first time going down on a woman?” I asked.
Piper climbed back up my body and propped herself on her elbow next to me.
“I give it infinity stars,” she said, and I pulled her mouth in for a kiss. She seemed surprised that I would kiss her, but there was something heady and forbidden about tasting myself on her lips.
“I’m a big fan,” I said. “Can I return the favor?”
Piper gave me a shy little smile.
“I guess. If you want to.”
“I want,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder and pushing her back on the bed. She made a little sound of surprise.
“You may have had beginner’s luck, but sit back and relax and enjoy,” I said, feeling bold.
“Oh, yeah? Are you saying that you’re the oral expert?” She sat up and smiled down at me as I rested my chin just below her breasts.
“I’ll let you rate me when I’m done,” I said, kissing one of her nipples. Not that they weren’t lovely, but they were an appetizer on the way to a main course.
While I tended to her breasts, I slid my hand down her stomach, tracing her scar a little before going lower, fluttering my fingers against her core.
“Oh, fuck,” Piper said, and I had the feeling I was going to hear that word a lot, along with many other expletives.
My mouth went on a journey down her chest, and I gave some extra love to that sweet scar, and the little pouch of her belly with the silvery stretch marks. One of Piper’s hands went to my head, digging through my hair and pushing my head down.
I laughed and glanced up at her.
“You know you really need to give me more signals of what you want,” I said with sarcasm as I kissed her lower belly.
“McKenna, please,” she begged, thrusting her hips up to try and bring me closer to where she wanted me.
“Don’t worry. I know what you want.”
She yanked on my hair and I laughed again.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am,” she gasped as I stroked her center and then slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet that it didn’t take any effort.
“What should I call you? Baby? Beautiful?”
Piper made a sound of frustration that was getting cuter and cuter as she pulled gently on my hair.
“Use your mouth for something else right now and figure out what to call me later,” she moaned as she thrashed on the bed.
I pulled my fingers out of her and thrust them back in. The time for teasing was over. She deserved to come and come hard.
As I plunged my fingers into her, I kissed and licked and sucked her, savoring every sound and move she made. I could feel her trembling, her core clenching on my fingers. She was so close.
I backed off on her clit and did the light fluttering technique I’d used with my fingers earlier and let her use her hand to direct where she needed me.
“There, there, there,” she chanted when I found the right spot.
I worked my tongue and my fingers, curling them inside her to detonate her climax.
Piper came with moans and curses and my name on her lips, over and over.
As she had done for me, I drew out her pleasure as long as I could, making it last.
I looked up when her fingers relaxed in my hair.
“Now who’s a mess?” I asked. My short hair was in my face and she was all over me.
“Beautiful mess,” she said, stroking her hands through my damp hair.
“Is that what you’re going to call me instead of Mama’s Tickle Friend?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Come here.”
I climbed my way up her body, stroking her stomach as I went.
“What’s my rating?” I asked.
Piper was still panting, and there was a sheen of sweat on her.
“Infinity stars,” she said, and I laughed.
“Thanks, that’s a nice ego boost.”
She rubbed her hand on my face, and I kissed her palm.
“Clean up with me?” she asked.
“I’d love to.”
I joined Piper in her massive shower that was full of all kinds of fun products that I’d never heard of. My skin was too sensitive to try the body scrub, but I made a mental note of it for next time.
If there was a next time. I couldn’t think too much about what would happen after tonight. This moment would have to be enough.
Piper washed my hair and I did the same for her. There were multiple rainwater shower heads, so I could stand under one and she could stand under the other.
“This? This is awesome,” I said, tipping my head back to wash out the rest of the shampoo.
“It’s nice to share it with someone. Usually it’s just me in here and I just rotate and hop under all the shower heads.”
Piper grabbed a container of conditioner and approached me. I turned so she could work it through my hair, massaging my scalp. I winced when she hit a tender spot.
“Sorry, are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think your nails did some damage,” I said with a laugh. Piper tried to inspect my head but didn’t see anything.
“No regrets,” I said. “Any injuries sustained during coitus are allowed.”
Piper turned me around and put her hands on my waist.
“Have you had other coital injuries?”
“I pulled a muscle once trying to do something I saw in a porno, and then there was the time that the guy had an allergic reaction to the lube and I had to run to the pharmacy and get him Benadryl. That was a whole nightmare. He was convinced his junk was going to fall off.”
We both laughed.
“He was fine, just so you know. But I never heard from him again and that was good with me.”
“This one time, I decided to surprise m-my ex-husband and I dressed up in lingerie and waited for him to come home from work. This was before Preston. I waited and kept texting him, but he didn’t text back and then finally, he said he had to get on a plane and go to a meeting and so I ended up ordering pizza and throwing on a robe when I answered the door.” She frowned and I pushed her hair back from her face.
“Sorry, that was supposed to be a funny story, but it just sounds depressing when I say it out loud.”
“I’m sorry he didn’t appreciate you. I’m sorry he didn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” I said.
She pressed her forehead to mine.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Piper wrapped me in a robe and donned one herself.
It was late and I should go back to the farmhouse, but I didn’t want to go in wet hair, so Piper and I went downstairs, and she brewed me some tea and we sat on the couch together.
She twined her fingers with mine.
“Regrets?” I asked.
“None,” she said, holding up our linked hands.