Page 24 of Christmas Craving
“Maybe.”
Celia
After our conversation, I thought we’d talk about setting up a scene when we got home. Something light and suitable for beginners. But I was quickly realizing that having sex with someone I cared about, someone I loved, was totally different than being with a random sub in the club.
So instead of planning out exactly what we would do, I just gave myself over to instinct and let things unfold naturally.
When we got back to my condo, Lanie took off Arthur’s leash, then refilled the bowls we’d put down with water and food. I watched her silently, loving that she’d made herself at home. Hopefully, someday, this would beourhome. After she had the dog taken care of, she took my hand and gave me a tender smile.
“Let’s go to bed.”
We hurried down the hallway, then took off our clothes without a word. Once we were both naked, Lanie hopped on the bed, laying on her back with a pillow under her head.
“How about you come sit on my face?” she asked, giving me a ‘come hither’ motion with her fingers.
“Are you in charge now?” I teased, making my way to the bed.
She shrugged. “You don’t like my idea?”
“I like your idea just fine,” I said.
“Then come on up.”
I straddled her hips, lowering myself to give her a deep kiss, then shuffled up to the top of the bed as instructed. For some reason I didn’t mind letting Lanie direct our activities. It felt freeing. Like I didn’t have to do all the work. And unlike any other person I’d been with, it didn’t make me nervous to relax with Lanie.
I kneeled on either side of her head, grabbing the bed frame for support, then lowered myself down until I was hovering over her face. She made a little growling noise before grabbing my hips and pulling me the rest of the way down. I would have worried about suffocating her, but she curled her nails into my skin, holding me in place, and then began eating me out with a hum of pleasure.
It felt so good. Her tongue moved through my folds, up and down, lapping up the arousal that had been gathering there since she showed up at my door tonight. I closed my eyes and gripped the headboard harder, giving myself over to the sensation of fire licking through my veins.
“Lanie!” Her name ripped from my throat as she licked her way inside my opening, thrusting in and out a few times.
I could feel her smile against my pussy right before she pulled me down even more, burying her face between my folds. I ground against her face, chasing my release, and when she slid a hand between us to tweak my clit with her fingers, I completely lost it.
It was a cliché to say that I’d never come harder in my life, but it was also true. I bucked against her, gasping for breath as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. Lanie kept licking and teasing me until I finally pulled away, unable to take any more.
“Oh my God.”
I flopped onto the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling as I tried to make sense of my powerful emotions. My entire body was still humming.
Lanie rolled over, propping her head on one hand as she looked down at me.
“Did I break you?” she asked, gently rubbing my belly the same way I’d seen her do with Arthur.
I couldn’t help the silly little smile on my face. “It’s just that…”
“What?” she prompted when I didn’t finish.
“Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m weird?”
She made a big show of thinking. “Well… I’ll try.”
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s always been hard for me to let go during sex.”
“Because you’re a control freak?” she teased, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of one of my breasts.
“Because I don’t like to be out of control,” I corrected. “It’s why I don’t smoke pot or get drunk.”
