years now?
Cassia’s eyes were like a burning brand as they swept over
Adalynn. They dropped to her toes, then slowly worked their
way back up. When Adalynn saw the heat in them, she let out
a long exhale, not of relief, but of sheer eagerness. She leaned
forward, her hand at Cassia’s shoulder, the other finding its
way to her hair again. She loved her hair, so silky and sensual
and fine, the strands like white gold in so many more ways
than just color. Their mouths met in hungry kisses as Cassia
swept her legs away from the floor and angled towards the
pillows, pulling Adalynn down with her.
“I need to taste you,” Cassia groaned. “Please, Adalynn.”
Her words were a wildfire burning Adalynn up. Cassia’s
hand hooked under Adalynn’s panties and pulled them down
her thighs. Adalynn helped her, twisting her legs and pushing
at the soaked fabric. Her heart brutalized her ribs and her
breaths punched out of her lungs as Cassia wriggled down,
guiding her legs apart. She never would have expected that
Cassia would be bold enough to do this, or that she would be
bold enough to let her.
She was open and exposed, but the fact that it was Cassia
seeing her that way was a thought that roared through her
body, sending her spiraling and spinning, chugging off
whatever rails she’d been on. This was new, unchartered
territory, and she was nervous and scared, even if she didn’t
want to show it.
Cassia’s hands curled around Adalynn’s thighs, and when
Adalynn turned her gaze down and watched Cassia taste her
for the first time, her hands tightened on the black wrought
iron headboard until she was practically strangling the thing.