“Not always.” I nodded and placed kisses across her cheek and down her neck. “But with us? That’s never going to be the case.”
Her gaze flickered down, watching how sticky her fingers had gotten. She pulled them out and up to her mouth. While she took one finger between her lips, she offered me the other. We maintained eye contact as we cleaned her off. I moaned around her finger, not sure what to beg for next. The sight of her enjoying the taste of me and wanting me to partake had my eardrums nearly bursting from the beat of my heart.
“We smell good together,” Octavia whispered.
She was right. The small room was closed off, so thesmell of sex had gathered. She and I, so entangled and bitterly sweet.
My only response was another moan because this time she dipped her finger into herself before circling my clit again. I chewed on my bottom lip, watching as her wetness worked as the perfect lubricant for me.
“Very good together,” she murmured, taking more of her wetness and sliding it into me. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head when her two fingers turned into three. Octavia went deeper and farther.
“More,” I begged, my nails digging into her shoulder blades. “Give me everything and keep curling your fingers like that. I want to feel your tongue, too. Grind against those perfect lips.”
Octavia moaned at my command and kissed her way down my body. Her mouth replaced her fingers, and I had to reach for a pillow just a few seconds in.
“That okay?” she asked.
I nodded beneath the pillow and spread my legs to indicate she needed to continue. Her cautious, shy licks would be the death of me. Her fumbling made everything so new and uncertain. I didn’t know what she planned to do next, and it was a dream. Her curiosity had me screaming into the dense cotton.
Octavia focused solely on my clit first, tasting me with tender attention. She got bolder a few minutes in, spreading me and blowing cool air onto my clit and down my labia. When I whimpered, she laughed and continued.
“I like that, too,” she murmured, proud that she had thought to try it.
“What else do you like?” I pulled the pillow away, finally feeling stable enough to look down at her.
Octavia's locs were wayward, tangled from my handsand her movement. Her breasts mashed into the soft quilt on top of my bed. I couldn’t see her pussy from this angle, but her ass was in the air, and I wished for a mirror.
My necklace dangled from her neck, the cold pendant brushing against my skin whenever she pulled back from eating me out to make sure I was still okay. Still utterly torn apart.
Octavia’s mouth captured my clit, tongue swirling in slow circles. Two fingers entered my pussy. I kept reminding myself to breathe. To relax. To enjoy this woman who was literally rewiring every one of my atoms.
We’d come a long way from the convention. From her sneer and my budding curiosity. She was inside me in every way possible. Every movement pulled me closer to her.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
She looked up, not slowing down for a second. Her free hand reached for mine, fingers interlacing.
“Octavia…Don’t stop, okay? Please, don’t stop.” Coming made my vision blur. My hearing briefly faded as blood rushed to the place receiving the utmost care and attention.
I didn’t see stars; just Octavia in all her long locs, steady gaze, firm grip glory.
Her fingers curled, pressing into me harder as her mouth worked on miracles on my clit. My toes curled, body arching into the pleasure so it’d consume every inch of my soul. Octavia pulled back a little in surprise when a rush of wetness hit her chin. She recovered quickly, lapping up everything I offered.
“See what you do to me?” My whisper was strained. “I can’t even see straight with how wet I am for you.”
Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as more wetness squirted from me. Octavia’s lower body twitched as if she were on the verge of an orgasm from tasting me. Theheavy moan she buried into my pussy indicated she was finishing alongside me again. My thighs shook, breath unsteady. I couldn’t think of anything but how my muscles squeezed around her fingers as if they were attempting to seal this connection forever.
“Did I…” she whispered once I started to come down. Octavia studied the excessive wetness staining the bed.
“Make me squirt on your first try? A little,” I teased, laughing as my body twitched from echoes of pleasure.
“You’ve done more?” Octavia raised an impressed brow.
I nodded, my eyes half-closed as I enjoyed my post-climax high. “Sometimes.”
“But this one still counts.” She smiled, so incredibly pleased with herself.
“Of course it counts.” I shuddered around the last bit of the orgasm. Her fingers were still inside, slowing but not stopping those gentle pumps. “It definitely counts.”
