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“Fuck yes.” CC drove her hands into Al’s gray curls and held on tight, loving the stimulation, the intimacy, the way Al stopped just shy of CC’s pain threshold. “More, please.”
She moved to the other breast and repeated the delicious torture. “I could feast here all night.”
“Appetizers,” CC panted. “Don’t fill up.” She flicked a glance down to where she wanted Al to carry through with her promise to feast.
“Oh, you thought this was appetizers? No, baby, that was the amuse-bouche.” She regretfully drew back and straightened onto her knee. “Put a hand on your cunt, but do not touch your clit.” CC did as told, hissing at the nearby bundle of nerves that was ready to explode. “Trust me,” Al said. “It’ll be worth it. Get those fingers good and wet for me.”
While she did that, Al stood the rest of the way up and turned toward the house. She spread her legs shoulder width apart, tilted slightly forward, then reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks. “Now smear yourself on my hole.”
“Penetration?”
“No, just teasing. I want those people watching to see how powerful you are. See you bring me to the edge too.”
It was a genius move, a good Domme giving her sub time to come back down from the edge. Except it only worked for so long, Al’s “fuck” and “baby,” her “so good” and “more, please” working CC back up.
CC had to wave the white flag. Or rather, yellow. “Tequila.”
Al straightened at once and turned to face her, blocking the voyeurs inside the house from seeing. “What do you need?”
“I’m at my limit. I want to follow your orders, but I can’t keep staring at my fingers on your hole while you curse and mutter my name and not come.”
Al chuckled, then put a knee to the chaise again and braced both arms on either side of CC. She leaned in for a slow, soft kiss, affection and care flowing between them. “Thank you for telling me.” She drew back, smiling. “Hold the back of the couch until you’re ready to let go.” The gentle kisses continued south, over CC’s chest, adorning her breasts, down her stomach and over the material of her dress, and—as Al went to her knees on the floor in front of the chaise—inside both of CC’s thighs. Until finally, Al placed a soft kiss on CC’s aching center. The gentleness only lasted a second, though, before she shoved her tongue inside and feasted, exactly as promised. CC tipped back her head, moaning as she rode the pleasure Al gave her with her tongue and fingers, bringing her swiftly to the edge. Standing at the cliff, she righted her gaze and opened her eyes. Seeing all the gazes locked on them, CC felt power surge through her. She tangled a hand in Al’s hair, and Al’s closed over hers; CC jumped, her climax exploding in a scream she was sure the folks in the house—and the neighbors—heard.
When she landed on solid ground once more, Al was grinning up at her, lips glistening, eyes shining with pride. “You are amazing, Carrington.”
CC hauled her up into a kiss, sharing all the joy she felt, all the gratitude to Al for helping her take back what she’d missed so much the past six years. A part of herself that she had lost and found again with this incredible woman. “You are too. Now, can I make you come?”
“Someone wants dessert?”
“Fuck yes.”
Laughing, Al stood, propped a foot on the cushion by CC’s leg, and pulled aside the front of the thong between her legs. “Dessert is served.”
CC didn’t need to be told twice. She lunged forward, mouth seeking out Al’s cunt, getting the taste she’d been craving for weeks. It was everything she’d dreamed of. Everything incredible about the woman who had challenged her, who had worked with her to find solutions, who had drawn CC out of her shell and back to herself. She licked and sucked her fill, added fingers when she could sense Al racing toward her end. When she tipped into CC, one hand in her hair, the other going to the back of the couch, CC made a final play, flicking the strap of the thong over her clit like Al had promised her on the plane weeks ago.
“Fucking naughty,” Al cursed on a gasp, then tensed, her climax colliding against CC’s lips and around her fingers.
After, CC helped her down to the chaise with her, their legs and arms a tangle. Al hummed and nuzzled her breasts. “I can’t wait for the party tomorrow night. You’re going to be fucking amazing.”
CC’s gaze drifted again toward the house, and she smiled at the pleasure on display there. She’d caused that, and she hadn’t done it alone; she propped an elbow on a pillow and gazed fondly down at the woman who’d done it with her. “I can’t wait for all the nights with you.”
