She let out the sweetest sigh. My heartstrings tugged, tied to her satisfaction and her need to please.
“Come here.” I reached for Octavia, pulling her in for a kiss. She melted into me, utterly trusting, and I felt even more determined to meet any demand she gave. To do whatever it took to keep her safe and in my arms.
“You were perfect,” I whispered against her lips.
She wrinkled her nose, cute but not believing me for a second.
I shook my head, determined she knew and believed the truth. I gave her another kiss and whispered, “Absolutely perfect.”
We tookshelter underneath the sheets, holding on to one another as we caught our breath. I couldn’t get enough of her smell and buried my nose in the crook of her neck. I wanted to get closer somehow, but there was nothing closer than having her mouth on me. Her fingers inside me. Her first orgasm with a woman was mine to keep.
“Do you think they know?” she whispered after we calmed down enough to come back to Earth. “What we did? What we’re doing?”
I pushed myself up on my elbow so I could easily peer down at her. “Maybe. Or maybe they think we’re just having a very intense conversation.”
“For more than an hour?”
When I pressed my hand against her cheek, Octavia closed her eyes. My thumb rubbed a few small circles onto her skin before she turned to kiss my palm. She traced kisses down to my wrist, forearm, and then back up again. Heat returned between my legs when she playfully bit the corner of my palm before pulling away.
“I don’t want to leave,” I whispered
I shouldn’t be doing this here and now. Shouldn’t pile on stressors for a client I needed to remain calm and happy.
“Hm?” She stared up at me, those big brown eyes on the hunt for why my voice was so breathy. Her locs fanned out on the pillow, creating a thick, dark crown. The smile she wore was carefree. A rare state. Something I shouldn’t ruin with my wayward longing. It was selfish. This was so selfishof me.
“I don’t want to leave,” I repeated with less feeling. “Get out of bed and get back to work. I’m…tired.”
I wanted her to think it was post-sex exhaustion. Not the true, frightening feeling that I thought about everything the room we were in stood for. The RV was my escape, and yet, I could barely stand the look of it these days. Not after spending so much time in her home with foundations and fireplaces and dreams.
Usually, I was firmly planted in the here and now. But I couldn’t help thinking that eventually, the engine of this thing was going to come to life and take me far away from here. From her.
“We have hours until we have to face tomorrow. And maybe I’ll give you tomorrow morning off…if you’re lucky, maybe we’ll spend it together.”
“Yeah?” I smiled, bursting with warmth at the thought of extra time with her.
Octavia nodded. “Yeah…But, Rae, that’s not what you meant.”
My heart rate changed, in sync with the twisting in my stomach. “What?”
She studied me for a second, taking in every change in my frightening gaze. “You weren’t talking about leaving the bed.”
My mouth went dry. “Wasn’t I?”
“You’re going to deny it?”
I sniffed and repositioned myself, scooting farther down the bed. She sat up too, her warm apple spice scent floating under my nose and reminding me how much I craved to go another round and taste her again. I’d start with that lovely collarbone, ending with that beautiful clit. I gave in, kissing her for a taste and reprieve from the tightness around my throat. She responded to my desperationwith patience, allowing me to kiss her as long as I wanted.
“I see you,” she murmured, gentle as she reached for my hand. “Sometimes…when you let me.”
I was out of breath, watching as she entwined our fingers. “I must be slacking. "
The mask I wore for others had become too slippery to stay on the longer I spent with her.
Octavia moved closer, her legs entangling with mine. She pressed her lips against my bare shoulder, adorning me with kisses. The affection burned and healed. I didn’t know whether it’d be best to pull away or demand she never stop.
“You don’t want to leave.” My shoulder blade muffled her words. “But you can’t stay.”
“Who says I can’t stay?” A life with her was a blurry image now, but that didn’t mean it’d stay that way.
