“So could you.” She kissed me before I could refute. I sighed into her mouth. Rae kept teasing me with her tongue. A preview. A peek. A promise of her skills. She had a gentle touch, but it proved strong when she wanted it to be. Bold when she tested me with its weight against my tongue.
I was breathless when she pulled away, unable to speak as her mouth traveled down my chest. Rae tugged my breasts free from the bra. I ran my hands up and down her arms, accidentally brushing against her glucose monitor.
“Sorry,” I whispered, going stiff at the possibility of having hurt her.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I’m fine.” She kissed a nipple with gentle reverence before parting her lips and sucking on it. Her deep moan matched mine. The sound came from her core as if the sensation of tasting me traveled straight to her clit, as it had mine.
I reached for her hair, wrapping the curls around my fingers, tugging on them lightly. She moaned again at the tugs, and I whimpered at how good the vibration from her mouth felt around my nipple.
“Don’t for a second think you’re not the sun,” Rae murmured against my nipple. She gave it one more lick before moving to give the other attention. “I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks now. Wondering how you taste. Feel. Sound.”
I squirmed, my pussy in need of attention. When I arched up to her, Rae matched my energy. She tugged her sweatpants off and pressed her pussy against mine, giving me a brief feel of what it would be like to connect. Her panties remained on and were as soaked through as mine.As she rubbed her pussy against mine, her breasts bounced. I balanced myself on my elbows, taking one nipple between my lips. It hardened against my twirling tongue. Rae lifted her hair off her neck for a second, tilting her head up toward the ceiling as she moaned underneath my touch.
Fuck.
She rocked against me a little longer, letting me grow drunk sucking both breasts. When I pulled back for a second, Rae continued her journey down my body, nudging her nose against my swollen clit. I gasped when she licked me through the cotton. She laughed and did it again. Again. Again.
“Jones,” I warned.
“Jones?” Her eyebrow tilted.
“Jones,” I insisted, because it’d thrown her off. I didn’t want to be like everyone else. I didn’t want her to remember me like that. To solidify this decision, I pushed myself up and tugged off her the lacy brown underwear that’d hugged her pussy, outlining the swollen clit and showing off a wet spot that was all for me. I chewed on my lip when I saw it and met her gaze. With just a simple nudge of the chin, Rae lifted herself onto her knees, her pussy nearly level with my face.
I leaned forward, kissing the lower part of her stomach, licking the spaces between the delicate crisscross lines of stretch marks. And then, leaning down farther, kissing the swollen clit peeking out from her lips. Soft, black curls framed the beautiful bundle of nerves. She grabbed on to the back of my head, pressing me against her for a second longer.
She smelled of pine needles and wild oats. Rae had been at Elmwood for long enough to take on its natural scent.
“God, I need you more than air,” she whispered when I flicked my tongue out during my kiss.
“I don’t know whether I want to fuck you or have you fuck me first,” I confessed in an even lower voice.
“We can have a simultaneous fuck,” she decided with a small smile. “As long as you stop calling me by my last name. Call me something sweet or something utterly disrespectful. Formality makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”
“Aren’t we both?” I mused. “In trouble, I mean.”
She laughed again; her eyes softened just a little. “Maybe.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
I ignored allthe flashing signs and warnings reminding me of an after. I didn’t pretend the leading reason wasn’t selfish: I wanted Octavia. Every shuddering breath she offered. Every hooded-eyed whimper.
I wanted to be the first woman she orgasmed with. The first woman she tasted. The first woman who buried her face between her legs and worshiped at her altar.
The second reason was that she was relaxed. Sans the occasional plea for more, Octavia wasn’t worrying. Not about the demon, the ranch, or money. For the first time since I met her, she was fully present.
This was part of my job, right? Calming her. Keeping her grounded.
At least, that’s what I told myself. That’s how I quelled the logical voice in the back of my mind telling me, do not, under any circumstances, get on your knees for this woman.
One, because I never got on my knees for anyone. I preferred to be on the receiving end of the pleasure. To do little work and a lot of moaning. But I couldn’t pull awayfrom her trembling body without offering her that sweet relief she craved. I needed to show her a good time.
Octavia’s clit was a work of art. It was silky and swollen, poking out enough to be seen. I got wetter at the sight, knowing mine had swollen just enough to easily press against hers.
“Should I…” Octavia had been unsure what to do with her body. Her hands would go limply to her sides and then awkwardly to the back of my head, before transitioning to cover her breasts.
“Just relax.” I kissed her one more time before moving down to the only place I wanted to be right now. “Let me take care of you.”
When I removed her panties, I couldn’t resist the urge to bring the fabric to my nose. She watched me take an inhale, pinching one of her nipples between her fingers because she liked me being a little desperate for her.
