“Lift your legs so I can see?” I requested.
She did as asked, pulling her knees to her chest. With her pussy spread, I paused for a second to marvel. Soft, thick curls framed her glistening center, her clit and labia there for the taking. I dipped two fingers in first, and she tightened around me.
“I…” She bit down on her lip, gaze watching me disappear inside.
“Are you okay?” I pulled my fingers out slowly. They were completely covered in her. I would smell like this woman for days. I’d never get a moment of peace. I didn’t want one.
“I like that.” Octavia nodded as she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch. “Keep going.”
I smiled and slipped my fingers back inside. We watched together as my movementsbecame faster. Deeper. I was surprised by how long I resisted tasting her. But after her wetness dripped down onto the sheets, I couldn’t hold back for a second longer.
“Oh.” Octavia’s sweet, short exclamation made me laugh. The vibration of my amusement earned me a harder “oh.”
I gazed up at her, not disconnecting from her clit for a second. And she was already staring down at me. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Fingertips pinching those beautiful nipples.
My tongue circled her clit, slow and testing at first. Her thighs closed around my head when I sped up my licking and sucking. I moaned into her pussy when she held on to the back of my head and started meeting my licks with a steady rock of her hips.
“That’s so…good…” she said as I pumped my finger in and out of her with slow strokes. “Oh, yes…please make me come. Make me come, Rae.”
The last one was an order. My knees dug into the carpet, giving me a steadier stance. I was more of a people pleaser than I thought. Or maybe I was just one for Octavia, because every bone in my body would never feel satisfied until I made her scream my name ten times over. Wouldn’t rest until she got as many orgasms as her beautiful body could take. I’d fuck her until she could barely breathe. I’d worship this clit until she couldn’t see straight.
Octavia let out a strangled moan as she climaxed. Her back arched, toes curled, and nails dug into my hair. She squeezed me with her thighs, the muscles hard and impossible to escape. I was exactly where I was meant to be, suffocating between the legs of the most beautiful woman on the planet.
If someone had been on the porch, they would haveheard her. She wasn’t a quiet climaxer. It was a stark contrast to her quiet lifestyle. I adored it.
“A little more, please,” she whimpered, still rocking onto my tongue. “It feels so, so good. You’re so damn good. I need your mouth on me all the time. I’d never worry about anything if you were always between my legs.”
I smiled and continued to lick her as long as she kept coming. I was a mess, chin soaked in her. It was heaven. I was blessed. When she was finally ready to call it quits, I ruefully pulled away, licking each one of my fingers to savor the last bits of her on my skin.
She watched me while I did it, fingers lazily circling her areolas. “Can I taste?”
“You can have whatever you want,” I promised, crawling onto the bed.
Octavia took my mouth with reckless abandon. My fingers gripped her waist, body trembling at how hot it was that she wanted to taste herself on me. Our tongues explored each other.
“Tastes like perfection,” I whispered against her lips. “Doesn’t it?”
She smiled, a little shy, a lot disbelieving. “How sweet.”
“It’s the truth.” I kissed her again, cupping her cheeks between my hands. She relaxed into me, forgetting whatever insecurity that’d briefly made its appearance.
Octavia grabbed my hips and pinned them against hers. Our mouths didn’t disconnect for a second as her fingers found my clit. She massaged small, polite circles. Octavia didn’t mean for it to be a tease, but it was, and it was torturous.
She parted the two fingers that were painting circles, slipping them inside me. My clit caught in the center ofthose fingers. I gasped at how intoxicatingly delicious it felt as she slipped in and out of me.
“Show me?” she asked. “How do you like it?”
I shook my head, my eyes half-closed because she was already giving me a pleasure I’d never felt before. “You’re already doing well. No notes.”
“But, well’s not mind-blowing. Give me something.” She was earnest. Willing.
“Just…” I paused for a second, releasing a low moan, stunned at how well the combination of the heel of her palm and fingers coaxed my nerves into a haphazard frenzy. “Do this. Do what feels right, and the rest…it takes care of itself.”
Octavia raised a brow. “Not always. I’ve been with enough guys to prove not always.”
“Well, you’re not wrong there.” We shared a laugh.
I’d been with quite a few people, and I could tell from the moment we kissed if they’d be good in bed or not. The very second Octavia’s lips were on mine at the inn, I knew this side of her would be unmatched.
