I don’t hesitate, sliding off her lap and heading down the hallway to my room.
"Nope." She grabs my hand and pulls me further down the hallway. "My room."
“Why your room?”
She stops in the doorway and waits for me to pass her, giving me that cheeky grin that always makes me shudder. “You know I have all the good toys.”
"This is true." I crawl onto her bed and make myself comfortable while she pulls out her fun bin—that's what we call the velvet box she keeps all of her toys in. She truly does have the best selection. Next in line to Kass, of course.
Fuck, B! Stop thinking about him.
"What are you in the mood for?" Fia asks affectionately.
"Surprise me."
"Oooo, that's a dangerous game to play."
Staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on Fia's ceiling, I sigh and say the most honest thing I've said all night. "I'm just dead on the inside and need to feel something. So, whatever you think will do that."
The silence that follows is unexpected, so I sit up, propping myself up on my elbows to look at her. I find Fia standing there staring at me, one hand in the fun bin. Her eyes are soft and non-judging.
Without saying a word, she sets the box on her dresser and walks toward the bed, crawling across it until she's straddling me.
"Fia, what are you-"
"Shhh," she cuts me off, cupping my face and slowly lowering her lips to mine.
Then she kisses me. Something she's done a thousandtimes in the year that I've known her. But it's different. Where she usually brings the heat, there's only warmth. Where she's usually assertive, there's only tenderness. Where her hands usually take what they want, they now brush over my skin with a delicacy I didn't know she was capable of.
She lays me back gently and runs her hand through my hair until she's cupping the back of my neck to deepen our kiss. For a moment, I think she's going to snap and that I'm about to get the Fia I know, but she continues to slowly kiss down my neck. Her unfamiliar touch makes my skin tingle. In a...goodway?
I don't know what to make of this, but my body can't help but relax and give in to her. Her cool fingers lift my shirt over my head. She continues to explore my body with a purpose. I don't know what that purpose is yet, but I can feel her giving me every ounce of herself with every touch, every lick, every kiss.
She slips my shorts, along with my panties, down my legs, then peppers my thighs with teasing kisses, inching closer and closer to my center.
"Fia," I moan as she presses her wide tongue up my center.
"Did you forget yet?"
"Forget who?"
"Good girl." She utters my favorite praise as she slides two fingers into me.
Then Fia does what Fia does best: she devours me like I'm her last meal.
As my legs start to shudder around her head, she lifts off of me, keeping her fingers curled tight against my G-spot, and shifts her body so we're once again face to face. Pressing her palm over my clit to give me the pressure I need for myrelease, she jerks her arm so fast I start to see stars. She presses her forehead to mine, and we're so close we're sharing breath through our heavy panting.
"B..." she whispers.
"Yeah?" I ask, barely able to utter the word as my orgasm crests. Tears spring in my eyes and roll down my cheeks, but I keep my eyes pressed shut.
She waits until my body stops shaking and my breathing levels out. "Did you feel something?”
I nod, still breathing heavily.
“What did you feel?"
"Bliss."
