Page 19 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“What is it? What do you want, baby?”
“I need to touch you. I need to please you.”
“You are pleasing me. You have no idea how much.”
“Yes, but I want to feel your skin under my hands… under my mouth. I need to kiss you. Please?”
She immediately spins me around, and her mouth comes down on mine, opening for me. No one has ever kissed me the way she does; as if I belong to her. As if she wants to drink me in. And it’s heady as hell.
When she finally pulls back, she sits down on the bench. “Do whatever you need to, darlin’.”
I smile as I use both hands to part her thighs, then I take the hand sprayer and meet her sparkling gaze, her eyes more ferociously golden than I’ve ever seen them.
Lioness.Lion. Both all at once, which defines her so well. Masc and fem energy so beautifully blended, it’s intoxicating..
“May I?” I ask.
“Yes, anything,” she says.Theysay.
With my hand on one of her smooth thighs, I aim the sprayer between them, and she spreads a little wider, leaning back against the tiled wall. I pause to get down on my knees, and use my free hand to part her folds until their pink clit comes into view. And holding their labia open, I point the spray right at their clit.
In moments they’re moaning, and I can’t wait to touch her, taste her. I put the sprayer back into its bracket, and go in with hands and mouth. I stroke their clit first with my fingers, then bend to use my tongue, one long, slow lick after another. Her hands go into my wet hair, and I drink her in, that fresh taste, like musk and the ocean. I carefully press two fingers inside, thrusting gently her while I work their clit with my tongue. I shift the tiniest bit, and she lets out a sharp groan, signaling her pleasure, and I stay in that spot, licking and licking that tight nub.
“Oh, fuck… Evie…”
I keep at it, loving every panting breath, every arch of her hips, the clenching of their hot pussy around my fingers and theybegin to shake. Then the hard clenching and their wild groans as she comes into my hand, into my mouth.
As she shivers beneath my touch, my tongue, I feel such a sense of satisfaction at having made them come, this amazing woman I’ve never stopped thinking about. These moments with her are far better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of her. Maybe because finally, it’s real.
Emotion floods me, and I lean up to throw my arms around her neck and bury my face in her chest. She holds onto me, and we just breathe together while the steam surrounds us like a warm blanket. Like some ethereal expression of the feelings washing over me, through me, body and heart and soul.
We stay like that for a while, then she asks, “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, I’m good. I’m wonderful. You?”
“So damn good. And you’re so damn good to me.”
“I want to be. I want to do everything I can to make you feel good,” I tell her, unable to express what’s going on inside me. It’s so sharp, so complex.
How have we only been together for not much more than twelve hours, and everything I felt for her all those years ago has come rushing back? How is it I feel so utterly safe with her? How can I feel so much for her already?
“Come on; let’s get out.”
She turns the water off, then takes my hand to lead me out, and begins to dry me off with a thick white towel. I lean into her as she does it, and I can’t stop the tears that gather at the edges of my eyes. I have to sniff them back, not wanting her to see them. But she steps back to look into my face, her brows drawn together.
“What’s going on, baby? Are you okay?”
She drapes the towel around my shoulders, and it’s such a sweet, caring gesture. They’ve always been like this; a nurturer, always looking after everyone else, being strong for everyoneelse. It’s a good reminder that maybe it’s time someone cared for them the same way. I make a big mental note for myself to keep that in mind. Not that I necessarily need a note, because I feel like nothing would make me happier than getting to makeherhappy.
I smile up at her. “Yeah, I am. I’m just feeling so… so light and warm and really, really vulnerable.”
“Of course you are, darlin’. You just got a good spanking and had what seemed like a few badass orgasms. Endorphins and oxytocin and dopamine. Heady stuff. Your response is perfectly natural.”
“Yes, I suppose so. And also, I’m just thinking…how we spent so much time together in that year you dated Marcy—and I’m sorry to bring up her name right now, but she seems to be such an intrinsic part of us knowing each other.”
“Yeah, she was definitely the integral piece—that’s just part of our story. It’s okay.”
“Well…I was attracted to you the moment I met you—I liked you the moment I met you—but of course, I could never do anything about it.” God, how I’d wanted to. It was a real struggle at times not to just blurt out how I was feeling, and it got harder and harder the more we got to know each other. I stayed up nights trying to figure out a way to do it that wouldn’t have been absolutely shitty of me. I cried a few nights. But I don’t want to tell her that, even now.
