Unlikely You (Sapph in the City #5)

Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Bren

She was so lovely and responsive and as much as I wanted to force her to come over and over again, I also wanted to savor every climax with her. There would be time to get her to have one on top of the other, but tonight I wanted to learn her body. Find out what made her make the loudest noises and shake and tremble.

Honey was vocal, too, telling me exactly when I’d hit the right spot, when she was close, when she needed more.

My own pussy ached so hard it was painful, but I ignored it in favor of giving Honey everything she needed.

After the fourth orgasm, she put her hand up. “I can’t come again. I seriously can’t.” Her body was glazed in sweat and the bed was soaked underneath her. I was a mess too.

Honey sat up, wincing.

“I know you want to focus on me, but can I…I really want to touch you. And taste you.”

This was the part I’d been avoiding. My hope had been to get her off so many times that she basically passed out and forgot about me.

“No pressure, I swear.” Her hand trailed down my body and she circled one finger around my nipple, making it harden.

“Ohhhh, that feels good,” I said, closing my eyes and falling onto my back. Before I knew it, Honey was up and straddling my hips, her hair falling all around us in a damp curtain.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice husky. Whereas I’d gone straight for her pussy, she started with my face. My cheeks and my forehead, leaving little soft kisses that almost felt like raindrops. Honey took her time, as if she wanted to taste each part of me so slowly. Savoring.

I was gasping and begging by the time she reached my neck, sucking and biting and laughing at my desperation. Her hips pressed into mine, trying to keep me still. My fingers dove into her hair and my nails scratched against her scalp, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Honey traveled down my body, leaving almost no part of me untouched. Her hands were also busy, and all of the sensations were making fireworks go off in my brain and pleasant little fires burn my skin.

I’d never felt so much at once.

Everything she did made heat and want gather right between my legs and behind my eyes and in my teeth and nipples and toes. I was familiar with this feeling. This buildup. This racing to the top of a cliff. What I never reached was the drop, the release, the end. I just went in circles of frustration before giving up the journey and going to bed with swollen, aching labia and sore wrists.

She was so unhurried. As if she had all the time in the world with me. I looked down and waited for her to look up at me from right around my belly button. My nipples glistened from her mouth licking them. Honey grinned up at me.

“Can I play with your pussy a little bit?”

Fuck. The way she asked made need pulse deep inside me.

“Yes,” I said. There was no harm in letting her touch me. And I wanted her to touch me. It would feel so much better than touching myself. It always did.

“I like your little strip,” she said, commenting on the waxing job. It was always just easier for me to go in and get it done than bother with shaving myself and getting razor burn down there.

“Thanks,” I said as her fingers fluttered against my lips.

“I think I need to get a better view, though.”

Honey pushed and shoved me as I laughed.

“Gimme that pillow,” she said, pointing. Honey took it from me and then shoved it under my hips.

“That’s much better. Now my neck won’t hurt.”

She pulled my legs apart and then drew my feet to rest on her back, my knees splayed wide.

I was open and exposed and I absolutely wanted to snap my legs shut and then hide under the covers that were soaked from Honey’s arousal.

“Such pretty petals,” Honey said, tugging gently at one of them and making me whimper. Her exploration was slow and sweet as she explored me outside. The warmth of her breath and the gentleness of her touch made my legs twitch, and that seemed to amuse her.

“Can I touch you inside too? Just one finger.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. I was so wet that her finger slid in with no resistance. God, she was being so gentle and careful with me.

It was so much more arousing than I thought it would be.

Honey’s finger was warm and assertive as she thrust it in and out of me at a slow pace.

Her touch still made my hips rock against her hand and my breathing pick up and my desire explode.

“Oh god, that feels so good, so good,” I blathered.

“You’re getting so wet for me, baby, can you hear it?” I listened to the sounds as she kept fucking me with her hand and they were loud in my bedroom.

Everything was wrapping around me and drawing me toward that peak that I always was clawing to reach.

“Do you want another finger, babe?”

“Uh huh,” I moaned. She’d picked up her pace and she was expertly hitting my G-spot every time. It wasn’t enough, but it was so, so close.

I’d always get close, but still too far away.

“You’re drenching my fingers and I want to taste you. Can I taste you, Bren? You’re making my mouth water.”

Oh fuck. Her words. Her words in combination with everything she was doing had turned this interaction up another level I’d never been before.

“Please, please,” I chanted. Honey adjusted her body so she could lick my clit as well as continue to slam her fingers inside me and that familiar heat and pressure coiled inside me, tighter and tighter.

So close. So so so close.

“I’m close,” I moaned.

“Baby, you’re so pretty like this, I can feel you clenching my fingers. I can feel how much you want me. You taste so fucking good. I want to drink you down my throat. Want you to drown me. Let go for me, baby.”

She stopped talking and went back to sucking my clit into her mouth, tapping it with her tongue at the same time as hammering my G-spot with her fingers and it was right…

THERE.

I screamed as waves upon waves of the most intense sensations of rich dark pleasure crashed over me, and I was the one drawing and gasping, my vision littered with bursting stars.

Honey kept up the intensity until the storm began to ebb and pulled away when I let out a sound of pain, my pussy too sensitive to continue being touched.

“Did you just come?” Honey asked and I wanted to answer her, but I couldn’t.

I was plastered to the bed with exhaustion and shock.

Oh. So that was an orgasm.

No wonder people were trying to have them as often as possible.

It was different than I thought it would be. More visceral. Sharper. Like a blade or a cord that had been stretched too far and then snapped.

“Yes,” I finally said, my voice a croak.

“Wait, really?”

Honey sounded both shocked and thrilled. I couldn’t lift my head to see her, but I wished I could.

“Yeah,” I said. “Come here.”

She snuggled her way up my body and lay next to me. Somehow, I found the energy to turn my head and meet her eyes.

“How do you feel?” she asked, stroking my stomach which was misted in drying sweat. We both needed a shower and I’d have to change the bed before I went to sleep.

“I don’t know. Sparkly,” I said, raising a hand and looking at it.

Honey chuckled. “Sparkly? That’s it?”

“I don’t know. It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

My fingers cupped her cheek as she smiled. She shifted onto her side facing me.

“What do you think it was that made the difference?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about it later when the blood has returned to my brain. I think it’s all centered down there right now.”

Honey snorted and stroked my hair.

“You were beautiful, you know. It feels like an honor to have been here. Thank you for trusting me with yourself.”

I brushed my thumb across her soft lips. “You’re welcome. And thank you. For that. I didn’t think it could happen.”

I’d resigned myself to be someone who didn’t have orgasms, but maybe it was possible. It had happened once, so that meant it could probably happen again.

“Come here, baby,” Honey said, reaching for me. I rolled onto my side and slung one of my legs over hers.

“I’m so tired now,” I said, yawning. “Were you planning on staying the night? You can. Or not. I don’t want to presume.”

She tucked my head into her chest.

“I’d love to stay with you. But I’m not sleeping on this wet spot.”

We both laughed.

“Give me a minute and we can clean up and change the bed.”

Arson got very excited that we were putting new sheets on the bed and came to “help” by interfering as much as she could with the process.

“Oh my god, stop!” I said for the fourth time as she attempted to attack the sheet as I tucked it in.

“I’ve got her.” Honey reached for Arson and swooped her up. She wore a baggy T-shirt and a tiny pair of shorts, and she looked delectable. Her hair was damp and hanging over one shoulder.

Arson meowed in distress but allowed Honey to hold her until I finished the bed.

“There. Let her go.” Honey tossed Arson on the bed and she curled up in the middle and shut her eyes.

“Where are we supposed to sleep?” I asked Arson. She just sighed.

“I have no idea what she’s got to sigh about.”

Honey laughed and leaned over to kiss my shoulder. She’d been sweet and tender in the shower and we’d had fun spotting the marks we’d left on each other.

“I don’t want to go to the marketplace tomorrow,” she said, leaning against me.

“Me neither. Monday can’t come soon enough.” I’d never been bothered much by working weekends, but now I had Honey in my life and there weren’t enough hours in my schedule for her.

“How are we going to make this work?” I asked.

Honey stepped in front of me, forcing me to give her all my attention.

“Make us work, you mean?”

I nodded.

She tucked some of my damp hair behind my ear. “Well. We figure it out. You can come and stay with me sometimes. My apartment is separate from the rest of the house and if we get home late enough and leave early enough, you won’t even have to see my family.”

I thought about that. “It wouldn’t be terrible. Seeing your family. I mean, I see them a lot already.”

She smiled and bounced on her toes. “Really? Because I want to show you the farm. Have you meet the bees.”

“Oh, you were serious about that?” I asked.

“Of course. The bees already know about you because I told them, but they should officially meet you.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. She was very comfortable with them, but I didn’t want to get stung.

“Can I wear the outfit?” It would look silly, but it would protect me.

“Hell yeah you can wear the outfit. You’d look so cute. I’ve actually had fantasies of you in the outfit.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?” I slid my hands down her back and grabbed her ass, making her squeak, and hold onto me. “I’ve got to hear about these fantasies.”

“Get in bed with me and I’ll tell you.”