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Her pleasure builds and my whole body hums along with her, feeling more alive than I have in my life. My cock throbs but I think I can delay my own climax to bring Maisie to hers.
Maisie’s breaths are shallow, her whines and whimpers frequent as she squirms against me. I may not have experience, but I know she’s close. Knowing how well her body responded to a twisting pinch, I do that again, a little harder this time.
My entire body flushes with pleasure as Maisie falls apart in my arms. Her body draws tight and she rolls her lips between her teeth as a muffled cry escapes, her back bowing as her climax rolls through her and into me.
The sensation shoots down my spine, and my cock pulses as I find my own release. I bite back my groan, my arms tightening around my Maisie as I come in my pants. Again.
I couldn’t care less when there’s a half-naked angel in my arms who just gave me such a big gift. My body has never felt this strong, this aware, this vibrant. And it’s all because of her.
I pull Maisie up into my arms and drape her across my lap. Her half-lidded gaze finds me and she cups my jaw.
Sounding as sleepy as she looks, Maisie slurs happily, “You just took my titty-orgasm virginity. Thank you.”
I smile down at her and brush a golden curl off her forehead. “You took mine, too.”
Maisie’s eyes close and she leans her head against me, her hand dropping to my chest. “I like being your first.”
When I see she’s asleep, I lean down and press my lips to her forehead, then whisper softly, “I want to be your last.”
Chapter 11
Maisie
I’m practically buzzing out of my skin with excitement the moment I wake up. After I wash, I throw on a white-and-yellow gingham sundress and tie the dainty bows on my shoulders with a flourish. Then, I’m zipping downstairs to start on the mojito cupcakes I’ve been dreaming about all week.
Not that I’ve only been dreaming about them. I may have also been dreaming about Ren too. A lot. No one can blame me after he rocked my world on a sunny afternoon in his garden, and all just with his fingers on my tits.
Fucking hells it was mind-blowing. Plus, the way his tail moved up my leg, skimmed my inner thigh,edged higher toward where I wanted… It felt like something straight out of one of my fantasies. Who knew a tail could hold a million little promises?
I’m going to have to talk to him about incorporating that appendage into one of our lessons. I wasn’t aware that it was so prehensile. If he can have his tail in one hole, and his…
Nope. Stop. Today isn’t the day to be thinking about the male species. It’s all about prepping for Ladies’ Night.
While Aunt Annamae and Uncle Richard take care of the café, I’ve got the house to myself to bake—but I kind of wish I was baking at Ren’s place instead. It’s just so easy to be with him, even if he’s been making my heart a little fluttery lately. I’ll have to be careful and remember it’s just lessons and friendship between us. But perhaps a tiny part of me is hoping it could be more.
I’ve gotten very fond of Ren. And I feel incredibly protective of him. Kind of like I want to charge into a crowd and give everyone a warning to be nice to him, or else. No idea what I’d actually do because I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, but I’m not above a stern scolding if someone dared to make him uncomfortable.
I arrange all my ingredients on the kitchen table, and the familiar visual helps me put away any thoughts of Ren and switch into full baking mode. Soon, I’m dancing in the kitchen and pouring rum into tiny little pipettes that can be squeezed directly into the cupcakes. Once the cupcakes are frosted, I add a slice of lime on top of each and garnish them with mint leaves. They look delectable.
Tonight was originally meant to be a gathering at The Singing Seahorse for all of Starry Hill’s ladies, but the whole event has kind of taken on a life of its own.
One afternoon, while Marisol was hanging out with me at The Flowering Teapot, Tilly stopped by to get a few treats for Bodin, and suggested we should do some pregaming together before attempting to sing in public. We wholeheartedly agreed and started discussing where we should meet. Just then, Calixta and Beryl walked by and said they wanted in on the fun too. Beryl volunteered to do our hair at her shop, The Viny Shears, and Calixta offered to do our nails since she owns the beauty store right next door—The Horned Pearl.
This snowballed quickly with Marisol suggesting we have coconut rum punch that she’ll prepare, and I loved that flavor profile so much I just had to pair it with mojito cupcakes. Lucky for us, Tilly is bringing an antihangover tonic, so no need to worry about any consequences to tonight’s fun.
Yesterday I heard that similar groups have formed around the island for other ladies too. It’s going to be so fun to meet up later when everyone’s already in high spirits. And perhaps a little tipsy too.
My shoulders shimmy with anticipation as I pack each cupcake into the special cupcake box I borrowed from the café. I tie a pretty ribbon around it and place it in my wicker basket.
When I turn back to the table, I pause and narrow my eyes at the extra cupcake staring at me. “What am I going to do with you, Mr. Cupcake?” I ask one of the prettiest creations I’ve ever made.
When did I decide to make one for Ren? Would it be weird to just show up at his cottage on a Saturday afternoon when he doesn’t expect me?
Still unsure if I should bother him, I pack it in a tiny container, just in case, then set off for the main part of Starry Hill.
The sun warms my shoulders, and the gentle breeze stirs the curls dangling around my face as my feet follow the cobbled path winding through the hills. Above me, fluffy clouds float through the air, and before I know it, I surrender to the need to see Ren.
Why are there little butterflies running amok in my stomach? Are these nerves?
