Chapter 4 Kaelee
Kaelee
Kaelee marveled at how eagerly Marie writhed against her.
The petite beauty rode Kaelee’s face like a champ at a rodeo, so much so that Kaelee was regretful that they couldn’t keep in touch after this.
Marie was a dream lover, vocal in all the right ways.
She wasn’t shy about what she wanted or didn’t.
She wasn’t quiet in her pleasure either. She was demanding—and loud.
Some women were all about the softer things, the way a woman was perfect to hold or only wanted slow and gentle sex.
Some women were into the way that femmes made them feel powerful.
There was nothing wrong with either of those.
Kaelee was happy to break out toys or go to a bar and lead in a two-step if she was going on a date.
She was flexible … well, as flexible as she could be within the constraints of app sex.
But the thing that Kaelee loved most physically was going down on a woman who was at ease with her body.
Nothing else compared. The scent, the taste, the feel.
Everything about it was a high. And when the woman was as expressive as Marie, it was akin to a sacrament.
The sheer bliss that Kaelee was able to give Marie—and a list of women before her—was empowering.
There was no shame to wanting to feel that relaxed, that satisfied, and Kaelee felt like she was transported right along with the cries of the woman currently breathing like she’d just run a marathon.
“You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” Kaelee swore once Marie moved to the side. “Feel a little better?”
“Let me…” Marie stretched out in the bed. “Would you strip? I want to touch you.”
Kaelee rolled to her feet and shoved her jeans and briefs off.
She’d already lost her shirt, bra, and shoes, so she now walked across the room bare-ass naked so she could put her clothes all in one spot.
She piled her clothes all together on the desk, and then she tucked her shoes under the desk.
When she looked back, Marie had her head propped up in her hand, watching Kaelee.
“I want to ask about the tattoo,” Marie said, obviously having read the words that lined Kaelee’s spine.
“You can ask me questions, or you can touch me,” Kaelee said. “I can’t offer you both. Which do you want more?”
“You’re cruel, aren’t you?” Marie said.
“Sometimes,” Kaelee admitted.
“I’m not asking for your hand. I just want to know more about you.”
After a moment, Kaelee relented just a little. “It says, ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me. I am free.’”
Kaelee waited for the obvious reactions people had, remarks on tattoos and attempts to connect, but Marie’s was unexpected.
“Paraphrase of Jane Eyre.” There was no doubt in Marie’s voice. That was new in hookups. Apparently, Marie was a bit of a book lover.
“Yes.” Kaelee eyed her with increased interest. “No one usually gets that.”
“Majored in English.”
“History,” Kaelee offered with a shrug. “I liked the idea of not being ensnared. Untrapped. Uncaged.”
“What thinking woman doesn’t like freedom?” Marie said with a laugh. “Maybe not always the same way. I almost got married once. It didn’t feel like a cage, though.”
“To a woman?”
Marie rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
“Not totally obvious. I was engaged to a man.” Kaelee flinched internally at the thought. Kyle was an asshole. Older, interested in Daddy’s money, and she was just the obstacle he was told to conquer in order for him to access it.
“I find that unexpected.” Marie’s expression was carefully shuttered.
“It wasn’t my idea.” Kaelee shrugged. “I’m free now, though.
My family arranged the engagement, and I was expected to go along with it like a pawn.
Somehow they were stunned that I was actually not interested in him or any man.
” Kaelee laughed, thinking back to her parents’ reactions.
Sure, she had different clothes and hair when she lived in North Carolina, but how had they not noticed?
Kids at school had. Her family never saw her, though.
Being different was so far outside their conception that they couldn’t even imagine it.
“I’m sorry.”
“Thinking about this is a mood killer,” Kaelee said lightly. “I have a work obligation tomorrow anyhow, and you seem sated. Maybe I should go.”
“Where do you w—”
“No,” Kaelee cut her off. “You’re easy to talk to, Marie, but I don’t do this part. I am not here to make a friend or date. I came here to fuck. Just that. You got what you wanted, so maybe I ought to head out. I’m not expecting you to get me off. Lots of women don’t, and I’m fine with that.”
“Whoa. What I want includes having my hands on you.” Marie sat up. “Let me apologize, Lee. I simply find people interesting, and you’re…” She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “You’re gorgeous, mysterious, and I’m a little languid after you … took such great care of me.”
“I don’t want to share life stories,” Kaelee stressed. “Sex? I’ll stay. Chatting? I’m out.”
“Stay a bit. Let me make it up to you. I won’t ask any questions about anything but how you want me to touch you.” Marie was practically purring. “Let me make you feel good. Please?”
Kaelee nodded, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay if they were going to uncover old wounds.
Then Marie pulled back the sheet and invited her into the bed.
Kaelee was horny as hell; getting a woman off left her on the edge of orgasm every time, and tonight, she wanted to feel Marie’s body against her own when she came.
The problem with hookups was that Kaelee wasn’t able to have enough trust to be on the receiving side of anything other than basics, and often not even that, but there was still something wonderful about letting another person’s hands drive her to orgasm when Kaelee could manage to surrender enough control.
“What do you want, Lee?”
Typically, Kaelee lied a little, but for a change she said the truth: “Slow and soft until I can’t resist. Make me wait for it, or I won’t get off.”
“Hands? Toys? I have one in—”
“No. Just your hands.” Kaelee had the occasional fuck friend once or twice where she could share more, but she wasn’t great at letting go of control at the best of times.
She was surprised that she was managing to do so tonight.
What Kaelee wanted most was to have someone she trusted enough to surrender control to, but she couldn’t do that, not fully, unless she was friends with her lover, and that hadn’t happened in years.
With this curvy stranger, though, she felt uncommonly at ease already.
Kaelee said, “Even when I say I want faster, stay slow until … the end.”
“So I have permission to tease you until you are begging?” Marie laughed softly. “Excellent. If you change your mind for real, I want a safe word.”
Kaelee paused. She respected the way Marie also focused on consent. “Trollbridge. If I say trollbridge, you need to stop.”
“Perfect.” Marie’s hands were nothing more than butterfly touches at first, caressing Kaelee’s chest and arms and stomach.
Fleeting touches dropped lower, but Marie was the opposite of how she’d been when Kaelee was getting her off.
She’d been desperate then. Now, as she touched Kaelee, she was careful, slow, as if they had forever to stay this way.
By the time Marie’s fingers slid over Kaelee’s sex, parting her folds but barely applying any pressure, Kaelee wanted her touches to be faster and harder.
She arched into every delicate stroke and tease.
Hips lifting like a demand. That was the part about masturbation that was hard.
She didn’t have the willpower to deny herself a hard, fast release.
“You can go faster,” Kaelee breathed. “Just a little.”
But Marie just chuckled. “No. I want to see you tremble, Lee. You’re nowhere near eager enough yet.”
“I feel pretty damn eager,” Kaelee whispered as Marie slid her fingers inside so slowly that Kaelee chased them with her hips, forcing them deeper inside.
“I bet you can be begging in time,” Marie taunted, one hand glancing over Kaelee’s clit and the other rhythmically but slowly fucking her. “Can’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Marie paused, stopping completely as Kaelee approached her orgasm. As Kaelee’s hips chased her hand, Marie reached up and stroked Kaelee’s breasts so softly it tickled. “Right there at the edge, aren’t you?”
“Yessss.” Kaelee writhed under her. “More. Please? Just a little harder. Fuck me.”
Marie resumed stroking, slowly at first and then faster and faster until Kaelee was gasping. “Just a little harder…? A little faster? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. God, yes. Harder. Please, darlin’,” Kaelee begged.
Marie stopped. Again. Denying her release instead of going faster.
Three more times they repeated the pattern. Each time, Marie resumed her leisurely touches that sped little by little until eventually Kaelee was sweating, twisting, thrusting her hips up in search of relief. “Please, darlin’. Don’t stop again. Please. I need more.”
“I have you.” Marie covered Kaelee’s mouth, slanting over her lips and swallowing her cries as she fucked her deeper, harder, faster.
And when Kaelee felt that spine-straightening orgasm tear through, she thought she might actually have met the perfect lover. This, this edge of shattered, was what Kaelee needed, and it was damn near impossible for her to feel comfortable enough to let go this way with strangers.
Afterward, when the only sound was their breathing, Marie brushed the sweat from Kaelee’s cheek. “You’re stunning, you know? I feel like my holiday weekend has already been the relaxation I needed.”
“See you in another six months,” Kaelee joked in a scratchy voice.
“I honestly wouldn’t be opposed. I’m not looking for dates, but a night with you again?” Marie let out a low moan. “I’d be amenable to more.”
Kaelee rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She couldn’t stand to stay still after the writhing, begging, needy state she’d been in. Too real. Too vulnerable.
When she returned from the bathroom, she stood at the end of the bed and composed herself mentally. In a casual voice, she offered, “Message if you’re in DC again.”
“And if you’re in Manhattan…”
For a moment, Kaelee debated telling her that she’d be in the city for work, but that could lead to questions, and questions could turn into a connection.
In a city of over eight million people, they weren’t likely to run into each other again.
Not accidentally. If she decided she needed another night, she’d message, but not now. That felt too much like making plans.
Kaelee lifted Marie’s hand, turned it over, and kissed the tender skin on the back of her wrist. “Thank you for a great stress reliever.”
Marie laughed. “The thanks is all mine.” She didn’t reach out, but her eyes were soft and inviting. “It’s a shame you can’t stay.”
“Sorry, darlin’.” Kaelee stood and walked over to her tidy pile of clothes. She always was careful to keep everything together. Less chance of leaving something important behind that way.
Marie said nothing as Kaelee dressed.
The silence stretched, uncomfortable, until Kaelee suggested, “If you need anything while you’re in the city, you can message for that, too. If anything goes wrong or…” She felt foolish suggesting it. That was how people ended up in messy situations. “Since you’re alone and all…”
“What if I need another pressure valve release?” Marie sat halfway upright, so the sheet fell lower and exposed her breasts.
“Two nights in a row?” Kaelee shook her head, both in response to the words and the visual temptation.
Marie had perfect breasts, pert, generous, and sensitive.
Kaelee forced her gaze away from them and said, “I could like you, unfortunately. Next month? In six months? Maybe. Not tomorrow. There are rules, though, I need to follow so I keep things orderly.”
Marie’s laughter trilled out. “I think I’m glad we don’t share a city.”
The fact that Kaelee wasn’t the only one tempted to break her own rules made it urgent that she leave. Now. She finished buttoning her shirt, walked over to the bed, and bent down to kiss the beautiful woman still lounging there. Then she dropped a kiss on each breast.
“I might have rules, but I’m not a saint, Marie.” Kaelee pulled the sheet up to hide the tempting bounty. “Message if you’re in DC again someday.”
Then she left the room as quickly as she could without actually running.