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I stand there, topless, surveying her naked body with hungry eyes.
Her long legs and tight stomach. Her breasts that naturallyfall to either side, perky and plump. Her bush, full and black. All the expanse of her skin in soft cream peppered with dark freckles over her chest, her arms, her cheeks. I lean in to kiss her on the lips, taking her breath and her tongue in my mouth. When our lips break free, her hand moves to clutch the waistband of my jeans, thumb caressing the metal button.
“Your turn,” she says. She tugs me against her, releasing the clasp on my jeans, dragging the zipper down. She takes my nipple into her mouth, swirling the tip of her tongue around, taunting it with the edge of her teeth. She leans back, spreading my pants open so she can see my underwear.
“Lavender lace,” she says, practically licking her lips.
“Well, I am a gay girl, you know.” My clit aches for relief, and my voice quivers with want. She grabs at the waistband of my pants and tugs, working the skintight fabric over my ass. I help her along until I’m standing there with only my underwear on. Her finger traces the waistband, runs down to the center. I ease my legs open. She fits her hands against my warmth.
“Fuck, these are drenched,” she says, starting to work her fingers against my mound. I almost buckle, my knees nearly giving out. I fall against her, my tits hitting her face, and she moans, burying herself between them.
We plunge onto the bed together, twisting until we’re all tangled up. I nudge my thigh between her legs, seeking contact with her wet warmth. When my skin grazes her heat, she lets out a moan and starts to rub against my thigh. One of her hands is still between my legs, but the other grabs for my ass, roping my underwear to pull them down. She draws her hand from between my legs, letting my underwear slip out of the way.
Her fingers spread my pussy, touching my swollen clit andthen sliding lower. She enters me with a gasp. I grip her ass and press her against me, angling my thigh for optimal friction.
As she works her finger inside, her palm applies pressure to my clit. Stars flood my vision as the intensity builds beneath her hand. Her finger slides in, moving in a rhythm with the motion of her hand, and I squeeze my legs together. My hand dips into the space between us as my finger slides over her want, slipping inside to feel the velvety warmth.
Her eyes roll open and fix on my mouth before dragging up to meet my gaze.
“I want to taste you,” she says, and the force in her voice sends fresh heat between my legs. She lifts her hand from my pussy and touches the tips of her fingers to her tongue. The sight of her sucking me off her fingers like some sort of delicious treat turns me ravenous. I attack her neck with the edge of my teeth, devouring her as I move down, over her breasts and the hard cut of her abs, until my mouth reaches her bush and my fingers spread the lips open.
She takes a sharp inhale.
“Can I?” I ask her, dying to get a taste. She squeaks a “Yes.” My mouth closes over her sex, and my tongue slips inside her where my hand was just exploring. Her fingers fist into my hair as her hips buck up. I work over her clit, tantalizing the tender, sensitive skin with my breath and my tongue. I lift up, sliding my finger inside her again as she reaches down to pull me against her. Our breasts press together.
Her thigh slides up between my legs and then her finger slips into the gap. The pressure is almost more than I can bear.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my lips in her hair. Oh my God, my whole body is lit up, from my skin all the way to my soul.
“I am”—she breathes out a whimper—“too.”
I open my eyes to see the rapture on her face. Her cheeks glowing, her lips swollen, her eyes open, connecting with mine. Neither one of us looks away as satisfaction—complete, all-consuming—ripples through our hips and over our skin.
Tying us up in pleasure together.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Cadence
A sliver of morning light prods me to wake just after dawn.
Sydney sleeps on her side, her cheek pressed into the cool white bed linens. Her hair falls over her naked shoulder, streaming across her exposed breast. Her pink nipple, soft and supple, looks delicious enough to lick. I’m overcome with a flood of memory from last night, desperate for more of her, but also deeply aware of my morning breath and my full bladder. I slide out of the bed, running to the bathroom before she wakes up.
As soon as I pad across the floor, Chicken’s head pops up from his bed.
“Hold on, hold on,” I whisper. “Let me pee and then I’ll take you out.”
I’m not convinced he knows what I’m saying considering Sydney told me that he’s hard of hearing and my low tone is probably outside his range. I close the door behind me, making fast use of the toilet. My breath can wait, I guess. I’d hate for him to have an accident before I can get him outside.
When I walk back out of the bathroom, I rummage in thesuitcase for sweats, throwing them on, braless and underwear-less, then slipping my feet into my boots. I grab Chicken’s leash from the dresser by the door. He’s at my heels immediately.
“You have a full bladder, too.” I bend down to hook him up with the leash, rubbing his ears a few times before we scoot out the door.
It’s a clear, crisp morning. The courtyard shows the remnants of yesterday’s revelers, with abandoned glasses of wine and marshmallow-roasting sticks stacked haphazardly around the firepits. Chicken sniffs at the edge of a shrub that lines the sidewalk, his little black nose twitching as if suspicious of the scent.
I am grateful for this moment alone with Chicken, even though I feel assured he isn’t paying any attention to me now that his world has opened up to a host of new smells. Sydney loves this little creature, and anything she loves, I want to know better, because I want to know her better.
Last night with Sydney was more than I hoped it would be—more feelings, more longing, more heat. The closeness wasn’t just about sex; at least it didn’t feel that way to me. I am self-aware enough to know that I’m not readily in touch with my emotions, but being around her makes me feel a release like a dam is opening inside my chest. Icouldfeel more, itcouldbe safe to let my guard down.
