Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
AUDREY
A smile of anticipation lights up Toni’s gorgeous face. She’s into me being in charge.
So am I.
Her hair is an explosion of curls, dark against the white pillow. She’s lean but muscular, with multiple tan lines of varying shades on her biceps, shoulders, collarbones, and thighs. I remember the fantasies of this identical scenario I’ve had over the last few years and am trying to decide if I should kiss my way up her long, toned legs, or if I should go right to her perfect tits, when Toni slides her feet up the bed, tenting her legs, her calves shielding my view of her. She places her hands on her knees, and I lick my lips in anticipation. When she doesn’t move, our eyes meet.
“You’re in charge, remember?” she says.
Sexual power surges through me, something I haven’t felt in a very long time. My heart races with the realization Toni wants me bad enough to offer herself to me, to do exactly what I want, without a clue of what that entails. Is that trust, or lust?
Let’s see, shall we?
“Spread your legs for me,” I say. I mean it to come out authoritative, but it comes out raw and rough, and my voice breaks on the word me . My comfort zone is a tiny speck in the rearview mirror. Even before Shae, who wanted me to be a pillow princess, I wasn’t a domineering or demanding lover. But there’s something about Toni that puts me at ease. Somehow, I know that with Toni I’m safe showing this side of me, one I didn’t even realize lurked beneath my admittedly strait-laced exterior.
When Toni spreads her legs, I stop breathing.
The dark curls between her legs are soaked, her lips are wet and swollen open in invitation. I might have gasped because Toni props herself on her arms.
“What’s wrong? Do you not like, um, natural?”
I pull my eyes away and meet her worried gaze.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” I swallow, not sure what I should tell her, what words I can use to convey that I haven’t had a woman open up to me like this in years. It’s intimate in a way I wasn’t expecting. I feel vulnerable and afraid.
And very, very turned on.
I hold her gaze for a long time, and my feelings of vulnerability ratchet up to about a fifteen on a scale of ten. I decide for simplicity and a bit of crudeness, to get us back on the track of a meaningless one-night stand.
I’m still standing at the end of the bed. “I can smell you from here.”
It’s absolutely not a lie, but it’s not something I’ve ever said in my life. What the hell is this woman doing to me? And why do I feel more like myself than ever before?
“What do you expect with you standing there looking like Botticelli’s Venus come to life,” Toni says.
My mouth drops open.
“I’m not just a sexy mountain woman, you know.” She slides her hand between her legs, moistens her fingers, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them inside.
Fuck me, but I want to pounce on her, to bury my head between her legs, drink her in, have my fill. She would probably come instantly and, as satisfying as that would be, I want this to last. God knows when I’ll have this chance again. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to wait, but I suspect the reward will be worth it.
“I wish you could see the expression on your face right now, Audrey.” Toni’s voice is husky, and it cracks on my name.
“Hmm,” I say. I run my hand up my stomach to cradle my breast. Toni licks her lips, and more blood rushes to my center. I’ve never come while giving a woman an orgasm, but I might tonight.
Sounds like a good goal.
“I wish you could see how delicious your pussy looks,” I say, and Toni groans.
I smile; I’m not usually a talker, and I’ve never been one to talk dirty, but if this is the response I get, maybe I should be. I crawl across the bed between Toni’s legs, until I’m hovering over her, but not touching her. Toni lifts her hips, wanting connection.
“Not yet,” I say.
“You’re killing me, Audrey.”
“That’s the point,” I purr.
“Can I touch you?” I raise an eyebrow and Toni amends her question. “May I touch you, please?”
“Listen to the good little girl’s grammar, and so polite. But no.”
My breasts hang between us, my nipples tight and erect. I lower myself so that they lightly brush against Toni’s, and she gasps.
“Yes, please,” she says.
Our gazes lock. I rock back and forth above her, my breasts caressing hers with slow, deliberate strokes. Toni lifts her hands as if to touch me, then lowers them and grips the sheets.
“Do you like being edged, Toni?” I whisper.
“I’m usually the one doing the edging,” she says.
Oh my God I can’t wait for this woman to fuck me. One thing about Shae, she was an expert at edging, and I loved it. I just hope I learned the technique she used on me for five years.
My hips drop and our centers meet for the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to feel Toni’s desire. She lifts her hips to keep the connection, but I rise higher. She emits a frustrated groan but drops her hips obediently.
“Such a good girl,” I say, and Toni’s nostrils flare. I had no idea I could purr like a femme fatale luring a man to his doom.
My God. I’m turning myself on.
“It’s very hard for you to be a good girl, isn’t it?” I lower my hips and tilt them into Toni and go still. She is hot and wet against me.
Toni closes her eyes and swallows. She licks her lips and opens her eyes. “I want to be good for you.”
I smile and reward her with a slow thrust. She tilts her hips and I don’t scold her. The new angle feels amazing. Her hair is rough against me, and her hard clit rubs deliciously against mine. I inhale sharply and stop. Now I know for sure that my orgasm is on the edge, ready and waiting for release.
“Do you want to come?” I purr.
Toni nods vigorously.
“If I were nice, I would let you come right now.” I lift one arm and touch Toni’s neck behind her ear. “I would start here with my lips and kiss a trail down to your collarbone.” My finger lightly follows the path I’m narrating while I rock, ever so slightly against her. “I love collarbones, but I especially love the hollow of a woman’s throat.” My finger circles the indentation a few times.
Toni’s breath is labored.
“Next is, of course, your cleavage.” My finger slides down between her breasts. I trail my finger up and down her cleavage, across the swell of her breasts, edging closer and closer to her nipple.
My left arm shakes from holding my weight so I give up the finger tease. Thank God, because I need to taste this woman’s essence more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
My lips find the hollow behind Toni’s ear and start their journey. Toni’s hot skin pebbles at the touch of my lips, and she groans. I smile and continue on, my lips and tongue following the path my finger had mapped out across her damp skin. As I move south, Toni’s desire paints a trail across my stomach. I take one of her breasts in my mouth and this time the moan is mine. She tastes delicious, salty with sweat and a slight musk from lotion or essential oils, I’m not sure. My opposite hand caresses her other breast while my tongue circles her rock-hard nipple. I suck her breast in my mouth; it’s small and perfectly shaped, and fits inside my mouth like a missing puzzle piece. I switch sides and take my time. I’ve always appreciated a woman’s breasts above all other parts of their body and Toni’s breasts are a masterpiece. She tilts her hips up again, her non-verbal but not so subtle hint as to what she wants.
“Use your words, Toni,” I say.
“Please. I want your mouth on me. I need your mouth on me.”
“My mouth is on you. You need to be more specific.”
I bite her nipple, hard, and she bucks against me.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Tell me if I do something that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Not licking me is making me very uncomfortable.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. “That’s by design.”
“Yes, I know, and I hate it. But I love it, too. It’s very confusing.”
I want to watch this woman come. I want to make this woman come. I thrust hard against Toni’s center once, and holy shit, the jolt of desire that runs through me is breathtaking. She groans and her grip on the sheets tightens.
“Audrey, my God,” she says.
“I’ve never been called God before,” I say.
It takes a moment for Toni to get the joke, but when she does, she laughs.
“God, please fuck me with your mouth,” Toni says.
“Well, when you put it that way.”
I kiss my way down her body, marvel at the ridges on her stomach, and promise myself to return and show my appreciation more fully. I settle between her legs, smell her desire. Her clit is visible, hard and erect, and I gasp slightly. Fuck edging. Teasing her is teasing myself and I cannot wait to get my mouth on her. I lick her once and her back arches. When I take her in my mouth and suck, she lifts her hips and presses herself against my face, wanting more. I’m happy to give it to her.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Right there. Do not stop what you’re doing.”
As if I would. Across the expanse of her washboard abs and beautiful breasts, I watch Toni ride my mouth. My senses are being assaulted by her, being consumed by her; the way she tastes, the way she feels, looks, and the quiet sounds she is making have my body humming with desire.
Too soon, she is trembling, ready for release. I swirl my tongue around her clit and she comes, head thrown back against the pillow, back arched. She shudders her release, her mouth open with a silent scream. That won’t do at all.
“Say my name,” I demand.
She does one better. She raises up and reaches for me. I don’t think, I go to her. She grasps the nape of my neck and presses her forehead against mine.
We’re panting, eyes locked, and she growls, “Audrey, come with me.”
“God, yes,” I say.
Sweat glistening on our skin, breath hard and fast, eyes locked, Toni slides her hand down between us.
“You are fucking magnificent,” she says.
When her fingers find my clit, the dam breaks. My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and I cry out her name, which sends her over the edge again. She’s not quiet this time, letting loose a string of expletives amid my whimpers and moans. I continue to rock against Toni, wanting to prolong the best orgasm of my life as long as possible.
Toni collapses back on the bed and throws her arms above her head. I fall on top of her. Her arms wrap around me for the first time, and she caresses my back. I almost cry at her gentle touch.
“I love being a lesbian,” Toni says.
I laugh into her shoulder. Leave it to Toni to lighten a mood that threatened to get sentimental, at least for me. I lift my head and look at her. She’s absolutely glowing and has the most adorable smile on her face. There’s no arrogance, just an expression of amused joy.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”