Chapter 18 Celia
Celia
After our conversation, I thought we’d talk about setting up a scene when we got home. Something light and suitable for beginners. But I was quickly realizing that having sex with someone I cared about, someone I loved, was totally different than being with a random sub in the club.
So instead of planning out exactly what we would do, I just gave myself over to instinct and let things unfold naturally.
When we got back to my condo, Lanie took off Arthur’s leash, then refilled the bowls we’d put down with water and food.
I watched her silently, loving that she’d made herself at home.
Hopefully, someday, this would be our home.
After she had the dog taken care of, she took my hand and gave me a tender smile.
“Let’s go to bed.”
We hurried down the hallway, then took off our clothes without a word. Once we were both naked, Lanie hopped on the bed, laying on her back with a pillow under her head.
“How about you come sit on my face?” she asked, giving me a ‘come hither’ motion with her fingers.
“Are you in charge now?” I teased, making my way to the bed.
She shrugged. “You don’t like my idea?”
“I like your idea just fine,” I said.
“Then come on up.”
I straddled her hips, lowering myself to give her a deep kiss, then shuffled up to the top of the bed as instructed.
For some reason I didn’t mind letting Lanie direct our activities.
It felt freeing. Like I didn’t have to do all the work.
And unlike any other person I’d been with, it didn’t make me nervous to relax with Lanie.
I kneeled on either side of her head, grabbing the bed frame for support, then lowered myself down until I was hovering over her face.
She made a little growling noise before grabbing my hips and pulling me the rest of the way down.
I would have worried about suffocating her, but she curled her nails into my skin, holding me in place, and then began eating me out with a hum of pleasure.
It felt so good. Her tongue moved through my folds, up and down, lapping up the arousal that had been gathering there since she showed up at my door tonight. I closed my eyes and gripped the headboard harder, giving myself over to the sensation of fire licking through my veins.
“Lanie!” Her name ripped from my throat as she licked her way inside my opening, thrusting in and out a few times.
I could feel her smile against my pussy right before she pulled me down even more, burying her face between my folds. I ground against her face, chasing my release, and when she slid a hand between us to tweak my clit with her fingers, I completely lost it.
It was a cliché to say that I’d never come harder in my life, but it was also true. I bucked against her, gasping for breath as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. Lanie kept licking and teasing me until I finally pulled away, unable to take any more.
“Oh my God.”
I flopped onto the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling as I tried to make sense of my powerful emotions. My entire body was still humming.
Lanie rolled over, propping her head on one hand as she looked down at me.
“Did I break you?” she asked, gently rubbing my belly the same way I’d seen her do with Arthur.
I couldn’t help the silly little smile on my face. “It’s just that…”
“What?” she prompted when I didn’t finish.
“Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m weird?”
She made a big show of thinking. “Well… I’ll try.”
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s always been hard for me to let go during sex.”
“Because you’re a control freak?” she teased, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of one of my breasts.
“Because I don’t like to be out of control,” I corrected. “It’s why I don’t smoke pot or get drunk.”
She looked up, searching my eyes for a few seconds before she said softly, “It doesn’t feel safe for you to not be in control.”
I nodded, suddenly feeling choked up. As if she sensed it, Lanie pressed one finger against my lips. “You don’t need to tell me, not until you’re ready.”
The last thing I wanted to do was trauma dump a bunch of stories from my shitty childhood on our first official night as a couple, so I just nodded.
“I’m glad you can relax with me,” she said. “It’s a beautiful thing seeing you let yourself go. You deserve to experience pleasure. And love.”
She lowered her head to give me a kiss, and I cupped the back of her head, encouraging her to stay close. Her tongue dipped inside my mouth, and I could taste myself on her lips. It chased the sad thoughts away and made me want to give her just a little of what she’d given me.
Bending my knees, I used the leverage to roll her onto her back. I moved my hand between her legs, sliding between her folds a few times before sliding inside her body. Her inner muscles clenched against my fingers as I began roughly fucking her with my fingers.
I lowered my head and captured one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down hard enough to sting.
Lanie gasped loudly, but then she arched her back, encouraging me to continue.
I sucked and teased first one nipple and then the other while my fingers continued to work inside her body.
When I could feel her getting close to her release I moved my mouth to the soft swell of her upper breast and bit down hard enough to leave a mark.
Lanie cried out, the sound somewhere between a moan and a wail, and then she was shuddering beneath me, grinding her hips against my hand she took her pleasure.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast,” she gasped as I removed my fingers from inside her body.
“Maybe we should try some orgasm torture with you then,” I responded. “It’s how I teach my subs to learn to control their bodies.”
She pushed up on her elbows and gave me a stern look. “I’m your girlfriend, not your submissive.”
I raised one eyebrow. “You are?”
“I am,” she said firmly.
“In that case I’ll go easy on you,” I teased, pulling the blanket up over us and snuggling against her.
Me, snuggling. Voluntarily. Who would have guessed?
“You’d better.” She reached down to kiss the top of my head, the gesture impossibly tender. “I love you.”
Her soft acknowledgement healed something inside me.
It was like that technique the Chinese used to fill cracks in broken dishes to make them beautiful again.
As impossible as it sounded, I could feel all my broken pieces mending together again, thanks to the love of a woman who should have been all wrong for me but somehow was all right for me.
“I love you too.”
We heard a snort, then a giant ball of fur came flying up on the bed, shoving us apart so he could slide in the middle of the bed.
“Arthur, are you pussy blocking us?” Lanie teased.
The dog snorted, laying his head on the pillows like he was human, then he let out a noisy fart before falling asleep.
“Gee, I’m really going to miss this dog when he goes back to living with John and Amy,” I said sarcastically.
“Maybe we can convince them to let us keep Arthur,” she suggested.
I leaned over the dog and gave her a quick kiss. “Maybe we can.”