Page 37 of Minha Dona

“Please,” Caitlin whispered, and the sound of her begging, the youngest partner in their firm’s history, the force of nature, begging, sent a flood of desire through Helena that was painful in its intensity.

“Please what, Gatinha?”

“Please touch me. Minha Dona. Please.”

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your hand between my legs. I want your mouth between my legs. I want you to make me cum so hard I lose myself.” Caitlin’s voice was ragged. “I want to feel what I’ve been missing. Please.”

Helena leaned down and kissed Caitlin, forcing herself to keep it deep and slow, while her hand finally moved to where Caitlin needed it. The first touch drew a moan from Caitlin that vibrated against Helena’s lips, a sound of such profound relief that it felt physical.

She was soaked, and Helena’s fingers slipped through her easily, finding exactly where she needed to go. Caitlin’s hips moved against her hand immediately, searching out the pressure, and Helena gave it to her, matching her rhythm.

“Eyes on me,” Helena said, pulling back from the kiss. “I want to see you.”

Caitlin’s eyes locked on hers and Helena held the gaze as her fingers worked, watching every flicker of pleasure cross Caitlin’s face. It was the same as she remembered and it was different… the same responsiveness, the same expressiveness, but with a depth that came from everything Caitlin had experienced since then. This wasn’t Caitlin discovering what it was like to be with a woman and to surrender. This was Caitlin who knew what she wanted and knew that she was going to enjoy it.

Helena increased the pressure and felt Caitlin’s whole body tense. “Not yet,” she said.

“Helena…”

“Not yet, Gatinha. I decide when.”

Caitlin made a sound that was half groan, half laugh. “You haven’t changed.”

“Did you want me to?” Helena smiled, looking down at her.

“God, no.”

Helena eased off, pulling Caitlin back from the edge, and saw the frustration and the pleasure battle with each other in her expression. Helena was good at this game, she knew she was, the edging, the building and retreating, the slow ratcheting of pleasure until the eventual release made it all worthwhile. She’d done it before with Caitlin and she did it now, her fingers doing exactly what she judged was necessary and nothing more.

She lowered her mouth to Caitlin’s breast, taking a nipple between her lips, and felt Caitlin nearly let go of the bed frame before she caught herself. She was obeying, knuckles white as she held on. Good. So good.

Helena moved her mouth lower, trailing kisses down Caitlin’s stomach, and felt Caitlin’s breathing change, getting faster, shallower, anticipation mixed with need. When she lay down between Caitlin’s legs she paused just long enough to look up and meet Caitlin’s eyes.

“Watch me,” Helena said. “Don’t close your eyes. See who’s doing this to you.”

Then her tongue was on Caitlin and the sound that came from Caitlin’s mouth was something else, a sound that Helena would remember for ever after… a primal, unconstrained cry of pleasure and relief, as if this was what she’d been wanting for so, so long.

Helena went slowly at first, rediscovering, adjusting to what Caitlin’s body was telling her. She found the rhythms that worked, the spot that made Caitlin’s thighs tighten around her head, the movements that drew the sharpest gasps. She used her fingers in concert with her tongue, sliding into Caitlin, curling, finding the place that made Caitlin’s whole body seem to pull away and press towards her at the same time.

“Oh God… Helena… Minha Dona… don’t stop… please don’t ever stop…”

Helena had no intention of stopping, not quite yet. She built Caitlin up again, higher this time, holding her right at the edge for long, excruciating moments where she wondered if she might have taken Caitlin too far before pulling back just enough to prevent the fall. Caitlin was trembling, her whole body shaking, her hands white on the frame.

“Please,” Caitlin begged. “I can’t… I need…”

“What do you need, Gatinha? Tell me.”

“I need to cum. Please. Please let me cum. Minha Dona, please.”

Helena could hear the desperation and decided that Caitlin had waited long enough.

“Now,” Helena said from between her legs. “Let go for me now.”

She put her tongue back on to her and Caitlin shattered. There was no other word for it… she came apart, her body convulsing, her cry filling the hotel room, her hands finally releasing the headboard to grip Helena’s head, her fingers in Helena’s hair as wave after wave of ecstatic delight rolled through her. Helena held her through it, her head clamped between Caitlin’s thighs, feeling the aftershocks against her.

When Caitlin’s thighs loosened and her body went limp, Helena crawled up beside her and pulled her close. Caitlin was breathing hard, her skin sheened with sweat, her eyes half-closed.