Chapter 10
Celia
Iwas pleased with how the pasta turned out, given that I hadn’t cooked it in forever. My nonna died when I was twelve and all of my happiest childhood memories involved spending time in her kitchen. Unfortunately, I’d only gotten to see her once or twice a year.
Lanie ate the pasta with gusto, but then again she did everything that way. I admired that about her. She was so full of life and energy.
I’d spent most of the afternoon stewing about that neighborhood she lived in. There were run-down buildings, overgrown yards, even some broken windows at a building up the street. It was unacceptable for Lanie to live in those conditions, although I couldn’t think of a way I could make her leave.
“Do you live alone?” I asked.
“Right now, yeah,” she answered. “Amy and I were roommates for years until she got married and moved in here with John. I should get another roommate, but to be honest, I don’t have the energy to figure out how to live with someone new, even if it is a struggle to afford the rent on my own.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest she move in here with me. I had two extra bedrooms I could offer her, not that I’d want her to stay in them. No, I’d want Lanie to stay in my bed with me. I just needed to figure out how to make that happen.
“When are your friends coming back to town?” I asked.
“The Saturday after New Year’s,” she said. “They both have to go back to work the following Monday, so hopefully Amy’s gram is stable enough for them to leave by then.”
So I had a week and a half to figure out how to get Lanie to move in with me.
“Are you ready to decorate?” she asked.
I’d been so lost in thought I hadn’t even noticed that we’d finished eating.
“Oh yeah, let me just load the dishwasher.” There was no way I could just leave dirty dishes sitting around.
“I’ll help,” she said quickly.
“No, please, go relax.”
“Okay, I’ll queue up the show on my laptop while you do that.”
When I came back into the living room, Lanie was sitting on the floor, a giant tangle of lights in front of her. A cartoon scene was frozen on her laptop screen.
“What happened?” I asked, nodding at the mess of lights.
“I swear these lights were all organized when we put them away last year,” she said. “But now they’re all tangled. It’s going to take some time to unravel it all.”
I plopped on the floor next to her. “Let me help.”
We watched the entirety of the Charlie Brown Christmas show as well as a cartoon about Frosty the Snowman before we finally got all of the lights untangled. It was way more than we’d need for my little tree.
“You need a better system to store these,” I said.
“Yeah, no kidding.”
Lanie leaned back on her hands, her long legs spread out in front of her, and suddenly my mind filled with naughty thoughts. She must have seen it on my face because she said, “What?”
“I was just thinking about how you would look wrapped up in these lights.”
“Well, hopefully not when they’re plugged in,” she joked. “They get kind of hot.”
We stared at each other for a long, charged moment and then we were flying together, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I pressed her down onto her back and when some of the lights got between us, I tossed them to the side.
We kissed until we were both breathless, then we kissed some more. I braced myself on my elbows, keeping my full weight off of her as I explored her mouth. Meanwhile Lanie’s hands slid up and down my back and over the swell of my ass, rubbing and squeezing as she ground me down against her.
When she braced her feet on the floor and rolled us over, I let her. Then I waited for the discomfort to come. I’d always hated to be trapped. Never liked being on the bottom. But for some reason this felt okay.
I trusted her, I realized. After knowing her for one day, I already trusted Lanie more than any woman I’d ever been with. Deciding not to question it, I let myself relax. Lanie must have felt it, because as soon as I gave in to what was happening, she was on the move.
She slid down my body, shoving my sweater up beneath my arms and releasing the front clasp of my bra. Her lips closed around one of my nipples, sucking hard and sending a jolt of pleasure right down to my core.
“That feels good,” I whispered in a voice I didn’t quite recognize as my own.
I felt her lips move as she smiled against my breast. She continued teasing me with her mouth as her hand moved lower, over my belly and underneath the waistband of my pants. My hips bucked upwards as she kept going, sliding her fingers underneath my panties, and dipping inside my slit.
Lanie moved to suckle my other nipple as she explored my folds with one of her fingers, stopping a few times to circle and tease my clit.
I was breathing heavily and my entire body felt like it was on fire.
I was desperate to come in a way that I never was, not when I was alone or with any of my random hook-ups.
I must have made a noise because Lanie’s head popped up, and she gave me a satisfied smile. “You want me to make you come?”
I would have thought that was obvious, but I appreciated her checking for consent.
“Yes. Please.”
Usually it was me making the other person beg to come, but I wasn’t going to analyze it too carefully. Not when my body was humming with arousal and my heart was pounding so hard I was surprised it didn’t break right out of my chest.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Lanie made quick work of tugging off my pants and sliding my underwear down my legs before settling between them. She pushed my feet towards my ass, making me bend my knees, then gently pushed my knees outward, opening me up wide for her perusal.
“So pretty,” she whispered.
Then she lowered her head and started eating me out like her life depended on it.
She licked me up and down, over and over again, paying extra attention to my clit until I was mindlessly rotating my hips, grinding my pussy against her face.
Finally – finally – Lanie speared me with her tongue, licking inside my opening and thrusting in and out at a rapid pace.
I made another one of those whining noises, not even sure what I was asking, but Lanie knew.
She knew. She pressed her thumb against my clit, sliding it back and forth roughly, adding pressure until I finally lost all control.
I called out her name as I succumbed to my orgasm, shaking beneath her and using my hand to hold her head right where I wanted her as I rode the waves of my pleasure.
She licked and teased me until I finally flattened myself against the floor, feeling completely boneless. Lanie popped herself up on her elbows, and when I met her gaze, she very deliberately licked her lips.
“You taste delicious.”
Then she crawled up my body and kissed me deeply so I could see for myself.