Chapter 13 #2
“I want that,” Caroline said, and reached back to slide her fingers into Simone’s hair. It slid through her hand like perfect satin. “I want you.”
She pushed her dress down and turned to look at Simone again. Caroline wasn’t naked, but she still felt exposed in her chemise, which was short and revealed most of her legs from the mid-thigh down. Her nipples were hard against the fabric.
“I won’t know what to do,” she said. “But I want to please you. It’s all I’ve dreamed about since that…that night.”
Simone’s expression softened and she took Caroline’s hand to lead her to the bed. Together they moved to the pillows and lay side by side, facing each other.
“Do what you like,” Simone whispered as she traced the lines of Caroline’s face. “Do what makes you feel good. And listen to my reactions to guide you. I’ll tell you what I want in all kinds of ways.”
Caroline blinked as she realized that was probably the same advice she’d given to Arabella, Evie and Julia when they began as courtesans all those years ago. This was the expert on pleasure, and Caroline was aching to give her some.
She gently moved Simone onto her back and sat up on her elbow. She leaned in and kissed her, slowly this time, exploring. And then she glided her mouth lower and began a journey she hoped they’d both enjoy.
Caroline wasn’t experienced in seduction and it was evident by the uncertainty of her touch as she began to kiss along Simone’s neck and lower.
And yet, despite that, there was only pleasure.
Perhaps because Simone loved Caroline. That she wanted to give Simone pleasure first after such a long and terrible experience meant the world to her.
And it was evident from the way she let her fingers splay on Simone’s stomach as she eased her lips across her collarbone that she would be a fast study. When she brushed her tongue over Simone’s breast, she caught her breath and arched a little.
Caroline’s gaze came up, reading her reaction, and there was a small but shockingly smug smile that tilted her lips before she swirled that same tongue over Simone’s nipple.
“Shit,” Simone burst out, and dropped her hand to the back of Caroline’s head. She didn’t look up this time, but continued to lavish the nipple with attention. She licked and then sucked, while all the while her hand drifted lower over Simone’s hip.
She moved to pay attention to the other breast and her fingers brushed Simone’s thigh. She opened them immediately and Caroline lifted her head. “Is this right?”
Simone nodded. “So very right. Keep going. Touch me like you would touch yourself in your bed at night. Have you been doing that?”
Pink filled Caroline’s cheeks, even as her fingers drifted to stroke Simone’s inner thigh. “I have. For months and months, I’ve touched myself while I thought of…of you. Of this. Doing this and having you do to me what we did in the carriage that night.”
Simone squeezed her eyes shut at the erotic power of that admission. “I would love to watch you touch yourself just like that. But not right now.”
“No, right now I want to…” Caroline trailed off and let her mouth come back to Simone’s breast. She sucked at her nipple a little more and then began to kiss lower, nuzzling the underside of her breast as her fingers at last gently traced the outer shape of Simone’s sex.
Simone heard the whimper exit her lips and was surprised at it. There was just so much pleasure to this, to Caroline’s focused attention and her clear drive to make Simone feel desire. That hadn’t always been the goal of her lovers, something she had come to accept.
This wasn’t the same.
Caroline parted her lower lips with her fingers and drew the tips across her. Simone was wet and the slick slide made her lift against Caroline for more pressure. Caroline obliged, massaging harder, but not too hard. Never rough.
Her mouth was still moving lower, over Simone’s stomach, then down to her hip. She was almost eye-level with her fingers now and she stopped kissing as she looked up.
“May I taste you?”
Simone’s heart felt like it was melting. So few ever thought to ask for her consent and yet here Caroline was offering it without hesitation. It might have been the most erotic thing Simone had ever experienced and that was saying something.
“If I don’t feel your tongue soon, I will expire,” Simone said with a laugh.
“That sounds very dire,” Caroline said and for the first time since arriving, she smiled. “I wouldn’t want that.”
The playful ease of this made it all the better.
Caroline kept touching her as she positioned herself between her legs.
Simone could see her looking at her sex, her lips parted, her pupils dilated with desire.
She looked almost feral and Simone realized she was likely the only person who had seen this very proper woman with that expression.
Or to see her bend her head and stroke her tongue across Simone’s pussy in one long lick. Simone shuddered with the feel of her. “That pressure is just right, sweet,” she moaned. “Do it again.”
Caroline followed the order and licked. Licked and licked as she continued to massage Simone’s outer lips with her fingers.
“Christ, that’s good,” Simone murmured. “Now focus a little more on the clitoris. Do you know where it is?”
“Yes,” Caroline said, and gently touched it with her fingers. Electric pleasure made Simone jolt. “Oh, yes.”
She swirled her fingers around and around and Simone found herself grinding against them, pleasure growing with rapid speed.
Pleasure that increased when Caroline replaced those fingers with her tongue.
She licked gently at first, then harder, her breath coming fast and her own moans muffled.
Simone could already feel the edge of release there, waiting for the right moment.
“Now put your fingers inside of me,” she gasped, gripping the bedsheets.
To her surprise, Caroline stopped moving and slowly lifted her head. “I—inside of you? I don’t want to hurt you.”
They stared at each other for a long moment and Simone fought for the right words. “Your husband hurt you when he took you?” she asked.
Caroline nodded. “I didn’t like it. Ever.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Simone said gently. “Because I’m wild with desire for you, Caroline. I’m slick with it and it will ease the way and make it feel so good. You can’t hurt me. And later, later I’ll show you that it can feel good for you if you like. Or I never have to do it if you don’t.”
Tears filled Caroline’s eyes, but then she blinked them away. She returned her mouth to Simone’s clitoris, licking gently again before she ramped the pressure back up and then began to suck her. Hesitantly, she pressed her fingers against Simone’s opening and one glided in easily.
“Oh my God,” she muttered against Simone’s clitoris and the vibrations made her jolt.
“Y-yes. So good, isn’t it? To feel me like this? To feel me grip you because you’re making me wild with pleasure. Add another one, Caroline. Fill me up.”
Caroline did as she’d been told and another finger slipped inside. Simone felt fuller now and she began to grip against her fingers in time to Caroline’s sucks and licks. Oh yes, there was the pleasure, so raw and powerful as it teased her. She wanted it, she wanted all of it.
“Faster, pump faster,” she gasped, burying her fingers into Caroline’s hair so she could grind a little more against her tongue.
Caroline was moaning, rocking her hips against the bed like this was driving her as mad as it was Simone. That was what broke the dam of pleasure and Simone arched out of control, whimpering and crying out as wave after wave after wave of sharp, intense release rolled through her entire body.
Caroline kept pumping her fingers, but she lifted her head to watch, as if seeing this moment was the most important thing in the world to her.
It cut off Simone’s orgasm slightly, but it was worth it to see Caroline’s glazed expression and the slick evidence of orgasm all over her pretty chin.
Simone sat up, which forced Caroline to withdraw her fingers.
She cupped Caroline’s face and pulled her in, kissing her, tasting her own pleasure, wild with it.
“And now it’s your turn,” Simone murmured, rolling Caroline to her back.
She tugged at Caroline’s chemise and they managed to get it off together.
Simone had seen some of her body in the carriage that wonderful night all those weeks ago, but this was different.
This was every line of this woman, every curve, splayed out to be seen and worshipped.
She was perfect to look at, the most precious thing Simone could recall and she memorized the glow of Caroline’s pale skin in the firelight.
She drank in the way her small breasts lifted with every ragged breath and how her nipples matched the pink that was her favorite color.