Feeling greedy, I push that hand aside and bury my face between her thighs. She cries out, her legs jerking, but I lock my arm around one leg, holding it over my shoulder as I nuzzle in and taste her. She’s musky and tangy and perfect, just the way I’d anticipated, and it only increases my arousal. I tongue her slickness, learning her body and kissing all over. I know the things I like when I’m touched between my thighs, and I try them out on Simone, determining what makes her squirm. I tease around her clit with my tongue, rubbing at the sides. I stroke lower, easing the tip of my tongue into her hot core. I nip at her labia and suck on the small bud of her clit. All the while, Ipress my thighs tightly together because touching her is making me wildly aroused.
A woman knows how to touch another woman to give her pleasure, and Simone responds to all of my caresses. I suck on her clit, my tongue flicking against the hood as I rub two fingers through her folds and down to the entrance of her body. She’s hot and wet here, and I use my fingertips to draw circles at her opening, teasing her where she’s the most sensitive. Her hips jerk against my mouth, and her breath sobs in her throat. “Inside me,” she pants. “Please, put your fingers inside me.”
I lift my head briefly, tapping my tongue against her clit. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes!”
“Or do you want me to…drag…this…out?” With each pause, I tap my tongue against her clit again.
Her eyes flutter shut, her head tilted back. “Make me come.”
Those needy, frantic words make my pussy pulse with arousal. With two fingers buried inside her, I press my mouth down against her clit once more. My other hand steals into my pants and between my thighs. My panties are soaked and I’m slick as hell from touching her.
I finger myself, my body making wet sounds as I pleasure Simone. Her hands are in my hair again, her hips flexing in time with my plunging fingers, and I make sure to crook one finger inside her, to touch that perfect spot on her inner wall that will make her see God. Her movements become erratic, her breath quickening as she approaches her climax, and I never stop my steady rhythm. Lick. Finger. Tease. Stroke. She demands that I go faster, to give her more, but I continue to give her exactly the same, never pausing, never stopping, because I know that’s what’s going to drive her over the edge. The rest is just distractions.
When she comes, it’s with her hand tangled in my hair, her thighs quivering and tight, a strangled noise escaping her throat. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, and I work her all the way through her orgasm, fingering and licking and sucking all the way through. She comes for so long and so hard that by the time she finishes, I’m coming, too. My panties soak with my release, and I moan her name against her labia, my face still buried in my new favorite spot.
I rest against her inner thigh until I can catch my breath, her long fingers playing with my hair. “That was incredible,” she breathes. “It’s been forever since I’ve come.”
I’m glad I could do this for her. I’m glad I did this for me, too, of course. Her statement is loaded, though. Has she not come because of the abuse she had in the past? Or is there more to it? I wait for her to go into detail, but she doesn’t. Too soon, then. Or maybe she’ll never be ready, and that’s okay, too. I kiss the inside of her thigh, ease my hand out from my pants, and get to my feet. I feel good. Loose, relaxed, and like I could take on the world.
Simone slides down off the counter and promptly falls against me. We both break into laughter, because it’s clear she’s as wobbly as a newborn colt after she comes. Her arms go around my neck and she kisses me between giggles. Her taste is still in my mouth, but it’s clear she doesn’t care. We kiss tenderly, and I hold her tight. She feels perfect in my arms.
“Will you come to bed with me?” she asks between kisses.
“I’d love to.” Curl up against her all night? Yes, please.
She gives me one last smacking kiss. “Fair warning, I wake up early.”
As if I didn’t know that. “I know. I can help you get your cart ready in the morning.” And if she’s done early, maybe we can do a little more kissing and touching.
Simone grabs my hand, tugging me out of the kitchen. “Let’s go shower. You can scrub my back.”
“Wow. The gifts just keep giving around here,” I tease. “First a pre-dawn wakeup, and now manual labor.”
Her chuckle is everything. Her fingers entwine with mine as we head into the tiny bathroom, and some small part of me thinks I might die, because surely no one can be this happy and not explode from the intensity of it all.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
RUTH-ANN
Being with Simone feels…right.Like I’ve come home. There’s no other way to describe it.
I wake up in her arms and touch her until she’s awake. She’s a heavy sleeper until I start tickling her sides, and that wakes her up quick. Pluto tries to join in, but we have to shut him out of the room until we’ve finished making love. We make each other come with kisses and fingers, and take another shower before heading to the kitchen to bake. I play with the carinoux, throwing his toys so he can fetch them. Simone hums as she works, scooping cookies onto a tray, and it’s just the cutest thing. She’s the happiest person I know, and I love that about her.
With Simone’s guidance, I bake the same cake she made for the grand opening. It calls for an obscene amount of cheese for the icing, but Simone mentions there’s a Risda cheesemaker who’d probably love some special orders. I make a mental note to find the woman and talk to her about a bulk discount. Simone seems to know everyone in town, and what they like to eat. It’s fascinating to me, because she’s clearly a people person and I am not. I’m happiest in the back of the store (or tucked awayin an empty room on the ship), working on the menu and the restaurant’s logistics. It’s a surprising amount of work, because you must know how much food you’re turning over on a regular basis, how much will go bad if it’s not used, and how much it all costs versus the budget. I ran a few sample scenarios before we opened, and I’m eager to compare the real numbers with the fake ones.
I’m using the last bit of icing on the party-size sheet cake when Simone pulls the last tray of fresh muffins out of the oven. “Brown butter and honey muffins, check and check,” she says gaily. “That’s the last batch. Now it’s time to go make some money.”
A glance at the clock tells me I need to meet the others at the cantina soon. If we’re waiting on Dopekh to get in gear and clean, we’re probablystillwaiting. There are things that can be prepped in advance, too—like more hamburger buns, and iced tea. “I should get going, too. Can’t hurt to get an early start on the day.”
“You want to borrow a change of clothes?” she asks, eyeing me. “My pants will be long, but you can probably roll the cuffs up.”
I glance down at my bra and panties. That is,mybra and a borrowed pair of panties. They sag on my hips because I don’t have the same glorious backside she does. I could head back to the ship in my wrinkled cantina uniform, but it smells like kitchen grease and, well, pussy. “You don’t mind?”
“Why would I mind?” She brushes past me, kissing the tip of my nose as she glides away. “Wait right there.”
