“Maise, I haven’t touched you yet.”
“I know. I can wait.” Maisie ran a finger through India’s wetness, stroking her still-sensitive clit. “You look like you still need me.”
“I think I’m just going to be walking around perpetually turned on now. Two mind-blowing orgasms practically guaranteed that.”
“Mind-blowing, huh?” Maisie asked with a smirk.
“Yes. You know they were.”
“No, I didn’t. I mean, I knew the first one was good.”
“Come up here,” India requested quietly.
Maisie shifted until she was hovering over her.
“I promise that I will always be honest with you in here, okay?” India said.
“Um… Okay.”
“You can and should be honest with me, too.”
“Meaning?” Maisie squinted at her.
“Meaning, I will always make sure you know just how good you make me feel.”
“And?”
“And if it’s not good, I won’t pretend that it is.”
Maisie nodded and said, “So, you’re telling me that you won’t fake it?”
India nodded and smiled at her.
“Iwon’t, either,” Maisie said. “But why did you need to say that now?”
“Because I have no idea how good I actually am at this,” India said. “I’m thirty-nine years old, and I’ve been with…” She stopped when she realized that she was about to say, ‘A lot of women,’ which wasn’t the best time to reveal. “Women. I’ve been with women.”
Maisie chuckled and said, “Got it.”
“But since, I’m guessing, I was my usual self and liked to control and have things my way, it’s entirely possible that some of them might have embellished or lied to me about how good I was at this.”
“A lot of women told you that you were good at sex, huh?” Maisie teased.
“A few. Afewwomen,” she corrected.
“I won’t do that, okay?”
“You promise? Maisie, it’s important to me. I don’t want you to–”
“Have I given in to you yet?” Maisie asked, laughing a little. “I hardly think I’ll start in the bedroom, India.”
India sighed and said, “Okay.”
“And, babe?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really not worried,” Maisie told her and took India’s hand, lowering it between them and into her wetness. “Thisis what you do to me, after all.”
