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“Any of this.” I cleared my throat. “Except the other time with you.”
Somehow, she looked even more lost. “But you’re… You…”
“I know you think I’m some kind of lesbian seductress, but I’m not.” There it was, out in the open. “If this sucks, it’s because I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing.”
“Judging from the bathroom at Vino and Veritas, there’s absolutely no way it’s going to suck.”
Her clothes came off in a matter of seconds, and then she was naked on my bed. It was hard to connect this absolute goddess to the same bed I slept on every day. I drank in the sight of her, unable to believe this was real. I kissed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, wanting to lave my tongue over every inch of her.
As my hand ventured between her legs, her head tipped back and she sucked in a breath. It was hard to believe that the small movements of my fingers could coax such pleasure out of her. I knew what would happen if I let them slip inside, and part of me wanted desperately to feel her heat around my fingers again. But tonight would be even better than that—more sensual, more intimate. I was going to make love to her in the best way I knew how.
Before I could slide between her legs, her fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt. “I know you don't want me to do anything to you,” she said huskily, “but I want at least to see you, if you’ll let me.”
To my surprise, I was okay with that. My nipples had been hard for what felt like hours, and I longed to feel her hands on them, even if I wasn't ready to let her put them anywhere else. Slowly, carefully, I slid off my shirt. My bra was next, and then I shuddered as she touched me for the first time.
My core seized up as if I was going to come just from these soft caresses. Before I could let that happen, I pulled away. “Another time,” I whispered.
Then I was down where I wanted to be, facing the intricate folds that were at her center. My heart was full, knowing that I was the first woman to ever be down here. I wanted to blow her mind, to make sure she'd never think for one second about going back to men.
No pressure, though, Tara.Especially considering it was my first time for any of this.
I drew my tongue across her inner thighs, then along the sweep of her mound. That brought a little groan out of her, and I was pleased to see she was even wetter. I'd made her come before, and I hadn't even needed to use my tongue. This should be even easier, so why did it feel so monumental?
Slowly, carefully, I darted the tip of my tongue across her center. She moaned, soft and low, and her fingers threaded through my hair. Encouraged, I gave her another lick, a bolder one. Her scent was musky, and she tasted so sweet. I tongued her again, my courage mounting. This wasn't so hard. I knew what to do—or maybe I had innate talents, like Kyle had said.
“Stop teasing me, Tara.” Her words were a low groan.
Gripping onto her thighs, I set myself to work in earnest. Every motion of my tongue brought a corresponding shudder, and the rewards were quickly becoming addictive. From down here, I could see her breasts heave as she writhed for me, and what I could see of her face was contorted into evident pleasure.
I delved below, tasting her moisture. I wanted to drink up all of it, to devour all of her. I wanted to make her come harder than she had ever come before. Even if this went no further than this, I needed to leave her with the most amazing night she’d ever had.
But I knew it would be much, much more than one night.
As I worked on her, and as she responded with eager openness, my doubts about the relationship started to fade away. If there was nothing between us, she couldn't moan for me like that. This was a real connection, and it wasn't going to go away. I had something here, something I'd been searching for for a long time, and the fullness of my heart made me work on her even harder.
Her cries grew louder, and the pressing need between my legs was at its peak. I couldn't hold back anymore. I slipped a hand down there, and I was so close that it didn't take much. As her back arched and she screamed out my name, I drove myself to my own, smaller climax.
Chelsea had surprised me in so many ways, and this one not least of all.
18
Chelsea
“Tara?” I called. “Could you bring me some water, baby?”
“In a second,” she yelled back.
I sprawled across her bed, unable to keep a smile from spreading across my face. It felt so natural to be here, to be comfortable enough with someone to call them pet names and ask for small favors.
I'd been over here several times within the past week, and even though we had both decided our relationship wasn't based on sex, that made up a large part. She still hadn't let me pleasure her, but we were certainly getting comfortable with the other way around. She was learning how to press my buttons, and I had never been happier for them to be pressed.
I pulled the blanket over my breasts as she came back in.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked. “Let me enjoy the view.”
Almost shyly, I allowed her to tug the blanket down. I wasn't used to the same person seeing me naked over and over, and I kept getting the feeling that she was going to get bored of my body. The difference was, though, that she also had my mind.
“Lie down,” I said, padding the space next to me.
