Chapter 40 Back Home
BACK HOME
LEAH
Icalled out, dropping my bags. “I’m home!”.
“In the bedroom!” Lourdes replied.
I swept her into a much-longed-for kiss. I missed her touch, her smell, and the taste of her lip gloss. This was home now.
“I’m so glad to have you here. I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I said.
“I know. I’m sorry,” Lourdes said. “But I’m glad to have you back. How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright. Tired.”
“I bet. Sorry, I am just getting ready for tonight. I tried to pack you some clothes as well. And I ordered lunch, so it will be there for us at the theatre.”
“You even ordered a late lunch?” I gasped. “God, I love you so much!”
“I wanted to make it simple. I know what this is like.”
We had a miserable evening show to do. I was going right back to the stage—exhausted or not.
That was the contract. That was the life.
At least Lou tried to make it better, even if she was getting nothing else out of it.
Yes, it was clear I was coming right home and sleeping.
We both would. The idea of it only made this feel sweeter.
“And baby,” I said.
“Yes?”
“I told my sister and Matty,” I said. “Which I hope you don’t mind. Charlotte says they are moving back to London, ironically. And Matty wants to do a Dollar Princess show. Television!”
She smiled. “All of that is great but how did they take it?”
“As predicted, they were over-the-moon for us.”
She stopped her packing to pull me close and kiss me. “Good girl.”
Oof. The feeling of her body pressed to mine and her massaging my need for praise kink sent me into overdrive.
Did we have time to fuck? No. Did I want to?
Absolutely. Ignoring our limitations and obligations, I spread my legs ever-so-slightly, signaling there was no way I could disregard my hunger for more.
Lourdes read me, pressing her hips into me and walking me against the wall. She laced her fingers through my hair, soaking up every bit of this reunion. We moved without words, only desire. It was perfection. It was just what I needed. As she ran her hand down to my breast, I whimpered.
“We have no time,” Lou protested, “but I sense you are too amorous to be practical.”
“Please, Lourdes. I want it so bad.”
“Why should I?”
“You said it…” I panted. “I am such a good girl.”
Lourdes kissed me again, this time slowly playing with the top of my jeans.
I wanted her so badly to undo them. I wanted her to get me off—to lose myself in the moment and in her desire to see me come.
Reading my mind, she did just that. As she slowly slid her hand down my panties and into my desperate pussy, I moaned loud.
I couldn’t resist letting her know what it felt like.
Although, given how wet I was, I didn’t think she needed a lot more proof.
“Are you going to come for me, Leah? Are you going to show me how badly you need this?”
I nodded, feeling lost in the moment.
Lourdes pulled my chin towards her. “No, Leah, I need to hear you say it. Beg.”
I loved when she got authoritative. “Yes, baby. Please, can I come?”
“Come for me. You’ve been good.”
Her fingers did beautiful work. Each thrust of her hand felt delicious within me.
As I lifted off in a climax I denied myself for days, I stared into her eyes.
She looked on with deep interest, seeing into my soul as I lost myself.
My eyes rolled, and I arched my back, balancing only with my hands locked onto her hips.
I caught my breath as a cheeky grin crossed her face.
“Take off your leggings and panties,” I said. “Take them off, please.”
Lourdes, desperate to fuel own pleasure, followed directions. I kissed her desperately, flipping her against the wall.
“Leah, you’re not—”
“I’m going to taste you. It’s been ages since we’ve done this.”
While Lou was taller than I, she was long-waisted.
Somehow, the geometry worked. One hand braced against the wall, I balanced her right leg over my left shoulder and dove in, my tongue desperately lapping up her taste.
My eyes looked up, loving the surprised look on her pretty face.
Lou played with my hair, then gripped tighter as I brought her closer to climax.
“That feels so good. Don’t fucking stop, Leah!”
I didn’t. I was so dedicated to her pleasure, I couldn’t do anything but bring her closer to the point of no return. I loved the sound of her orgasm. I longed to witness the way she panted and held on desperately until she could fight no more.
“I missed this. I love you. I missed you,” she moaned, grinding against me while bracing her ass against the wall. “Oh, fuck! Oh, God!”
She came hard, pressing my face against her pussy like her life depended on it.
“That was… so good,” she moaned. “Fuck, I missed that!”
She looked at the clock. “Oh, God, we’re late! We need to call a cab! You change. I’ll ring them!”
As she panicked, I changed clothes, but all I could think about was how happy I was. As we rode to the theater, I looked over to see Lourdes looking outside, taking in the city as the light waned. She looked especially beautiful in this light—no makeup, her hair slightly a mess thanks to me.
“I love you,” I murmured. “Like more than you will ever know and in ways I probably don’t know yet.”
Lou turned back, confused. “What? Why are you being so mushy?”
“Because I feel like I finally have everything. It’s all fallen into place. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Lourdes grinned. “Same. I’ve never been this happy, Leah. I mean it.”
We clasped our hands tight as the driver continued in stop-and-go traffic.
“Lou?”
“Yes, love?”
“I want you to be my date to the New York premiere,” I said. “I want you there when we watch Sisi. I need you.”
“Well, we literally cancelled the show that night to all attend so… I will be there.”
“No. As my date. To walk with me.”
“I thought you were bringing your dads?”
“I am,” I said. “And they will be so happy. But… I want to bring you, too. And honestly, I think you should bring your dad. I can get him a ticket somehow. I just get the feeling he’d enjoy it.”
We were both daddy’s girls. Lou’s Dad had filled in for Gabe many-a-time in the past. The man loved a party.
Lou giggled. “He always loves an excuse for a suit.”
“He’s been such a good premier date for you before, but I’d really like to make it clear you’re there with me. Is that okay?”
Lou looked out again. I prepared to be disappointed but reminded myself not to push her. She turned back, tearful. I worried I’d pressed too hard. I thought about the audition and her worries and realized maybe this wasn’t the time.
“If you don’t, it—”
“Stop.” Lou shook her head. “I would love to. I think I’m ready.”
“Even with the audition?”
“Baby, it’s theater. Maybe it means I will never book another rom-com again, but…
” She fought tears, voice deepening. “If I cannot be myself with you, then I don’t belong there.
I’m getting old. I want to do what I want to do.
It’s time to be brave. And, yes, that means loving you in the spotlight. ”
“And that’s okay? You’re not gonna like… freak out?”
She leaned to kiss me, her salty tears coloring the moment more vividly. I kissed her back, relieved and happy. This was us. We could do anything together. Finally, we were who we wanted to be. Lou choosing herself only made it feel sweeter.
“It’s only up from here, right?” Lou asked. “I feel like it.”
“It is,” I agreed. “The only way is up!”