Page 58 of Late Bloomer
“What do you want me to do to you, Pepper?” she whispers into my ear before lightly biting the lobe. “Do youwantme to kiss you here?” she asks, her touch soft as butterfly wings as she traces over my slit.
I groan, pressing my head into the mattress.
Fuck. I want that. I really want that. But I want todothat too. I want to know the feel of Opal on my tongue, her thighs against my cheeks. Memorize the taste of her desire.
But the only sound I manage to press out is an inarticulate gargle.
“I could finger you,” she says, tickling her way down to my knee then back up. “Find that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.”
Her fingernails press into the skin at my hip bone, the sensation like a shock, pulling another gasp from my throat, my vision going fuzzy.
Opal hums in response, and I feel her smile pressed into my neck. “Or focus on your clit? Find a rhythm that makes you wild?” Her touch curls up my side, skating across my ribs before reaching my breasts, tracing in teasing circles. “Maybe there’s a toy you’d rather I use to fuck you?” she says, voice sweet innocence as the circles get tighter, my nipple aching for her touch, my heart beating erratically in my chest.
She stops suddenly, planting both hands on the sides of my head and staring down at me with that viciously beautiful smile.
“Or should I just grind your pretty pussy against mine until we both come?”
My body is a live wire and every syllable out of that gorgeous mouth shocks my system.
She kisses me again, her hands everywhere. All I can manage is to grab her waist and hold on for dear life.
“I need you to tell me what you want,” Opal says, a sharp edge of desperation in her voice as she comes up for air. Her hips absentmindedly nudge against my thigh as she kisses me again. “Please, Pepper.”
“I…” Words are way too hard with every sensation flooding me.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” She ducks her head, pulling my nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the peak.
“I don’t know what I want,” I finally gasp as she gives my breast a sharp bite. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
Opal stills, then tilts her face to look at me, my nipple dislodging from her mouth with an obnoxiously loud pop. If I wasn’t absolutely dying from the combination of lust and nerves, I’d laugh.
“What did you say?” Opal’s face is hard to read.
I clamp my jaw shut, sliding out from under her, pulling my legs up to my chest as I lean against my headboard.
What the fuck. Oh what the fuck. Why did I admit that?Why did I ruin the moment? Plenty of people have sex without saying a word to the other person. Why did I make it a bigthing? She’s probably thinking that I’ll be bad in bed, which, fair enough concern, but also, give a girl a chance.
It’s not like I haven’twantedto have sex. But being inherently distrusting of every single human I’ve ever met, compounded with living with my grandma for most of my adult life on a flower farm in the Appalachian Mountains, hasn’t exactly been a conducive setup for sex practice outside of my own hand.
Or maybe she thinks I’m too old to be a virgin—which it’s like, screw anyone who thinks that because virginity is a social construct and I shouldn’t be having sex with a person like that anyway blah blah blah but I’m also about to lose my mind from the tension she’s teased into my body so I don’t exactly want her to stop. Or maybe she’s thinking I, like,careabout virginity or whatever and Idon’t, but… UGH.
Opal’s face morphs into a soft smile, and she leans forward, placing a soft kiss on each of my kneecaps. She sits up, and scoots closer, our noses almost touching. “I can almost hear you thinking,” she says, dropping her forehead to mine. “Relax.”
I let out a deep breath, some of the tension dropping from my shoulders, but a small tremble still vibrating through me.
“First and foremost,” Opal says, bringing her hand up to cup the angle of my jaw, rubbing her lips against mine. “I don’t care at all. I want to make that totally, one hundred percent clear. You could tell me you’ve been with a thousand people or none at all and as long as it was consensual, it doesn’t matter to me one bit. Believe me?”
I swallow, then nod.
“Good,” Opal says, giving me a soft peck on the tip of my nose. “Now, the important thing: you say you don’t know what you want. Well, I’m at your total disposal to figure it out. Any. Way. You. Need.” She separates each word with another kiss. On my cheek. My neck. My temple.
“Opal,” I say, my voice fractured.
“Hmm?” she intones against my throat before biting softly.
I grab her face with both hands, this desperation in me something wild and uncontrollable. I devour her mouth, kissing her until I’m dizzy, then find the only words I’m capable of: “At this point, I don’t care even a little bit how you go about it, just please. Please.Please. Make me come.”
Opal’s lips fall open, and my heart stops beating.
