29 Celeste
C eleste blinks up at Gemma, her thoughts whirring as she processes her words. “You do?”
“Yeah. I never got the chance before we…” Gemma trails off and bites her lip, and Celeste’s heart beats faster from how adorable she looks. “I’ve always wanted to, but back in college, I was too intimidated to try. And if I’m being honest, I’m still scared. Fingers, I could figure out. But my mouth? I don’t know.”
Celeste gently kisses Gemma on her forehead. “Why don’t you just try it, then? If you want me to, I can let you know how you’re doing and guide you through it.”
Gemma’s eyes widen, her breaths noticeably quickening.
“I don’t expect you to be amazing, Gem,” Celeste reassures her. “So don’t worry. And I really do want this. Just talking about it is making me wet again.”
A smile finally returns to Gemma’s lips. “Okay, I’ll try it.”
At first, she’s too eager, the movements of her tongue rough and hard.
“Easy,” Celeste hisses, gently running her fingers through Gemma’s long hair before gathering it up with her hands. “Try a bit less pressure. Also, next time, we should have a hair tie ready for you.”
Gemma nods before slowly resuming her licking, more gently this time as she starts flicking her tongue up and down from Celeste’s entrance to her clit.
Celeste gasps. Gemma is catching on. Slowly but surely.
It takes a few more experimental licks in various directions and instructions from Celeste, but all the waiting and guidance proves worth it when Gemma finally figures it out. Hot, delicious warmth builds up inside Celeste, and she can barely think straight when Gemma adds her fingers into the mix.
“Gem,” Celeste pants. “Gem, that’s it. Right there. I’m going to—”
She cries out, and Gemma eagerly laps at her wetness.
“You taste so good,” she says. “Holy shit. It’s better than I imagined it’d be.”
When Gemma comes back up, Celeste is still breathless. “See?” she says when she can finally talk. “You just had to try it out for yourself.”
“Yeah,” replies Gemma. “Sorry it took so long, though.”
Celeste gives her forehead another kiss. “Nah, you were fine.”
For a moment, they stay like that, lying side by side while staring into each other’s eyes. Celeste’s heart flutters, and not from the recent orgasm.
“Why don’t I make us some dinner?” Celeste asks, getting out of bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, maybe because we didn’t eat a proper lunch.”
Gemma clears her throat. Celeste holds her breath, and she half-expects Gemma to say she has to go home again. But then, Gemma sits up and says, “Sounds good. Anything I can do to help?”
At long last, Celeste lets herself relax. “No,” she says with a mischievous grin. “You just stay in my bed like that, naked and sexy.”