CHAPTER TWELVE
CASSIE
The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.
My heart pounded so hard I thought my rib cage would crack, and my lips burned, even after I pulled away. Tingling with desire, and regret, not over the kiss, but because I stopped so soon. Although I’m guessing she felt the same, because I could’ve sworn I heard the faintest whimper.
But I needed to see her face for myself. I had no idea if I was reading this wrong or had just misjudged the situation. I was just acting off raw emotions.
I waited long enough before testing the waters though. I listened to every word carefully and analyzed every emotion on her face. Even studied how petrified she looked while speaking to me. But long before then, I waited for her to take off her glasses and see me for who I was from the beginning. I have always been waiting for her.
So, the second she opened up, I dived right in—head first. Or lips first, the way my enveloped hers. It was so gentle it felt like I was punishing myself by pulling away, I hadn’t even gotten the chance to taste.
When I dared to look up to meet Manon’s eyes, her lids were just barely fluttering open. The intensity in her gaze nearly knocked the wind out of me. I thought I’d seen her with almost every emotion I could think of—angry, sad, happy. I’d even gotten her to laugh, but this was something else entirely.
Her eyes looked dazed, and her face looked flushed. Manon never broke a sweat, not in front of anyone, not even Judge Hickerson.
My eyes scanned her face rapidly. When I opened my mouth to finally speak, before I could do anything, Manon leaned forward. Slowly closing the distance between us, my eyes widened when I saw her gaze drop to my lips.
Without hesitation, she reclaimed my lips, shattering every thought with the hunger of her kiss. The whole world narrowed to the heat of our mouths. This wasn’t like the soft and delicate pillow-like kiss we had just shared, this was passionate.
Manon’s lips were hard like she was searching for something, when her tongue parted mine, I gasped. But it was swallowed up almost instantly when her hand found her way into the back of my hair only to push us closer together. I didn’t think it was possible, but when I finally felt the peaks of her breast brush against mine, I knew there had to be more.
No, there needed to be more. Nibbling, biting, or sucking her lips wasn’t enough. Our low moans were starting to turn into grunts as our heads twisted and turned trying to taste from every angle.
Holy shit, this was hot.
Both of my hands slipped underneath the inside of her blazer to finally grip the waist I had been staring at for weeks. When they slid right into place, I knew I was right when I thought we would fit perfectly together.
She grunted in my mouth like my touch was teasing her. With one quick yank, I pulled her on top of my lap until her knees sunk into the cushion on either side of my hips. Our lips never separated. It was like any open space between us had to be filled. Her arms wrapped around my neck instantaneously, causing her breasts to sit just under my chin.
I relished as every note of her lavender and jasmine scented perfume filled my nose. It was addicting. I have never in my life felt this way before. The magnetic pull that I felt between us was tightening, like we were incapable of being separated even if we tried.
The air around us seemed electrified, as I felt a lurch of excitement surge within me. But when Manon began rocking her hips, that’s when I felt the ache.
It was throbbing sporadically, as if there was no control. My thighs clenched to relieve the pressure, but I jerked forward when I felt the friction instead.
Fuck. We were both wearing expensive suits that put layers of separation between us, but the friction felt like we were completely naked. The fabric burned through my skin and when her hips lifted again, I finally had to break our kiss.
“I-I need more,” I whispered against her almost swollen mouth.
It was the first thing I had said since I initially kissed her and still it felt too early to be speaking. I didn't want to talk. If we talked then that would be time wasted that my mouth could have spent exploring hers.
She seemed to have the same thought, because she never stopped kissing me. Even as I spoke, her lips just redirected their attention to any part of my skin that was visible. I could tell she didn’t care where it was; she was just as hungry as I was. Using her hands to move my head until my pink hair slipped to the side so she could sink her teeth into my skin. Just before letting her tongue flick over the premature bruise, instantly soothing the tiny sting she left behind.
Moans slipped lazily from my lips as if I were in a trance, and almost every part of my body fell limp. My thighs caved into the pressure that was growing as my hips never stopped twisting. The rocking motion caused the fabric to push and pull, it was like she knew what she was doing to me.
Before I could slip away into the feeling completely, I grabbed her hips, stilling her until she was forced to break away. But I don’t give her the chance to complain as I’m flipping us back over until I’m on top.
It was a swift and silent move that changed the energy instantly. It never felt like neither of us had control or possession over one another. In fact, it felt freeing.
Maybe that’s what the real difference was. For once, I felt on the same level as the person I was sleeping with. There was no dominance play, masculine energy, or ownership involved, this felt real. Like what two women who wanted nothing more than to fuck each other’s brains out was supposed to look like.
The position made me feel powerful, in a soft, yet strong— feminine kind of way.
Manon was speechless, eyes the size of globes. Even with how dark her eyes were, I could see that her pupils were dilated. She raked over me with a look, as if she were mentally bookmarking this moment.
I put on a show. My hands trickled down to the hem of the black blouse she let me borrow. I flipped it over and pulled it over my head within an instant. I never hesitated when it came to taking off my shirt. Over the years, I have flashed my breasts to countless people, and it was no big deal. Or at least it shouldn’t have been. The sudden brush of cold air makes my nipples harden, my hands moving quickly to cover them. Manon’s arms fly up to stop me, her eyes still focused on my chest. She didn’t want me obstructing her view. A wave of vulnerability came crashing down on me and suddenly I felt exposed, like I had never done this before.
Because Manon wasn’t just anybody. Not a friend, or a random girl I met while drunk, and she didn’t look at me that way either. She looked at me like I was something rare and valuable, as if she was just grateful for the chance to witness it.
It was silent, the air went still as her eyes finally dropped to my pants.
Her mouth went agape. She looked as if she was contemplating saying something. I watched as she just barely let the tip of her tongue graze over her lips before looking back up and into my eyes.
Manon’s gaze skipped over my chest this time.
“Do you trust me?” She asked, her voice deep and sensual like velvet. Sending a ripple of awareness throughout me. I didn’t even notice I was nodding my head until she smiled. I admired her face as it beamed brightly before releasing my hands.
“Take your pants off.”
It came out so fast I almost missed it. But when I noticed her hands slip down between us to begin unbuttoning her own, I knew I didn’t mishear what she said.
Reluctantly, I rose to my feet, allowing us both more room to move around. This was the most distance our bodies had from each other in what felt like hours. The burning sensation that ran through my skin was proof of it. It forced me to kick around like a maniac while I tried to slip out of the pants as quickly as I could.
When I looked back down at Manon, she was already completely naked, and shit…she looked like a regal goddess.
Her skin glowed the deepest shade of gold as she glistened under her warm-toned lights. I stood there for a moment just admiring, and I guess she was doing the same. I forgot I was standing there with everything on display. I was too distracted by the perfectly shaped and trimmed triangle that sat between her legs.
My mouth watered as I watched her thighs spread, giving me a view I wouldn’t ever want to forget. When I stepped closer until our knees knocked into each other. I was sent straight into bliss as the scent of Manon spiked a surge of energy within me.
My knees buckled; I could fall at any moment. When my head rolled back, as my eyelids shut I could feel myself drifting off into my head.
Fuck, even her natural scent took me to another place. How was I ever going to be sane after this?
“Come here,” Manon spoke up, her tone soft and low like she had been waiting.
My gaze fixed back on her, and it seemed like we were both suffering from the same thing. My hand reached out quickly for her open palm extended out in front of her.
And within seconds, were kissing again. Manon pulls me down and I’m forced to fall back until my head hits the fluffy white cushion as she straddles me. We were frantic. Neither of us getting enough of each other. Both only craving more.
We explored each other’s mouths for only a few more seconds before Manon broke away with a low groan. At first, I was confused, watching her peel her body away from mine before falling back against the cushions. But I made no move to protest when I felt her scoot closer until one of her legs laid flat against my stomach.
As soon as I realized what she was trying to do, I hurried to match her. Half in disbelief that this was even happening and the other part in desire. My head was becoming clouded. I didn’t have a single other thought in my mind as I watched our bodies move until our centers just barely hovered over each other.
Just before I could move any closer, I froze in place when I watched Manon raise her hand to her mouth before spitting in it.
“Shit,” I muttered.
The sound almost echoed in my head. It was so dirty. I didn’t think either of us even needed the help with how wet we both sounded, but my knees only widened beckoning her touch.
And she quickly obliged, having felt how slick I already was. Her head almost instantly snapped up to mine, her eyes wide. Like she had no idea the effect she had on my body. The sounds of her wet fingers slipping around between us faded in and out of our moans. We weren’t even necessarily doing anything yet and our voices still bounced off the walls.
But before we could get too lost in it, her hand slipped away, gripping my ankle. Our eyes were locked on each other like we wanted to see how one another felt the second we touched for the first time.
It was intense. I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my chest but all I was focused on—was her. I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth as we both moved our hips towards each other one last time.
As soon as that last inch of space between us closed, I could feel our clits mesh together like threads weaving the same cloth.
“Oh, fuck!” We both exclaimed in unison, not being able to stop the movement our hips were creating.
This was better, no—this otherworldly to what I could’ve ever imagined. Our bodies rocked together without missing a beat. It was like they were creating their own tune.
A wet, slick, and hypnotic tune.
We couldn't stop. At this point, I had let go of any strength I thought I had as I went limp. My hips were forced to move with hers, but my head was hung so far back I was seeing stars. They were aligning right before my eyes, like roots to the earth or sand to the shore.
We were colliding in ways I didn’t think were possible.
Manon’s whimpers dragged into soft keening sounds as if she was nearing her climax. But my thighs were already trembling, letting the wave of pure ecstasy ripple through me.
Drugs couldn’t even replicate this feeling.
“C-Cassie I’m going to c—”
The words were falling from her lips faint and broken. Even though I felt weak beyond belief, I raised my hips upward until her body lifted with me. With one soft thrust against her slick heat, I raised my voice giving her the last push she needed to fall over the edge.
“Ride it out,” I said. Watching as her brows furrowed like she was in pain, like pushing through her orgasm was a challenge she was willing to face, just for me.
The smile I had in my eyes contained a sensuous flame. Her hips jerked, and I watched as her entire body went limp like mine. She fell back against the couch like her bones turned into Jello. Our legs tangled together as we both sighed in pleasant exhaustion.
Even as the minutes started to pass, the silence never grew awkward. My eyes were closed just basking in the sound of her breathing, as both of our chests rose and fell at a rapid pace.
This was the part that most people dreaded. The fear of getting your ego crushed by someone who didn’t want to stay around any longer, because they didn’t have as good of a time as you did. Sometimes I thought people ran away because they were too afraid of overstaying their welcome or looking like they were overdoing it for something as casual as a hookup. But right now, I wanted to be just as close as we were when we came.
It didn’t have to be anything sexual at all. I just wanted to roll around in her skin and claim her as mine. What we had just done felt like some kind of sacred ritual that tied our souls together as one.
I was tethered to Manon.
“Are you okay?” I heard her croak out, even with her talking low, her voice carried in across the big room.
I wanted to giggle at how we were positioned with our heads opposite to each other, as we both stared up at the ceiling.
“Yeah, I—” No words that could describe how I truly felt came to mind, so I stammered for a moment.
However, all it seemed my brain could even focus on was the way my skin was sticking to everything. My body felt hot and damp in every way.
“—I think I need a shower.”
For a moment, we both paused, just letting my words settle between the two of us. Within seconds, we both burst into laughter. It was a full-hearted sound. I couldn’t help but gleam with contentment.
It was an unfathomable feeling to be able to experience the best orgasm of my life with the same person who could make me laugh. Doing it at the same time, felt like I earned bonus points.
***
When we gained the energy to get up and make it to the shower, hours had passed. Because the second we started to move out of position, we ended up cuddling. Our hair intertwined as we rolled around switching from big spoon to little spoon. Neither of us could choose which position was our favorite, but every time we did, we somehow kept getting lost in each other’s mouths. We’d go from ranting about something that went on in court today back to grinding on each other until we started to throb.
But eventually, we always went back to listening to one another talk. It was perfect. It felt like nothing had changed. We were acting like we did before any of this happened, instead, we were just naked.
My breasts snuggled in close to her stomach as the side of my cheek lay flat between hers, listening to her heart thump.
It was the perfect white noise to relax too. Her voice spoke over it fluidly as if she was harmonizing. The only reason I didn't fall asleep was because I wanted to hear every word she had to say. I didn't care how stupid our topics were; it was like we were having a debrief of our day together. From early this morning to lying down now, we dissected every second like it was a movie.
Every few words, I kissed and sucked on her skin lazily until our conversation faded away into nothing but a faint memory, then we start all over again.
But Manon had reached her breaking point, the sweat and heat finally starting to get to her. She had to peel me off her body and practically drag me down the hall just for me to shower.
It wasn’t that I hadn't wanted to, it was that I still wasn’t ready to leave the sex-filled air of the living room just yet. It didn’t help that her breasts bounced every time she struggled to get me up. That might have pushed me to fight back just so I could watch a bit longer. I soon realized that wasn’t necessary when I got to see the sight of her nude body swishing from side to side as she led me to her bathroom.
I was too distracted by the view to even notice the fact that her bathroom was double the size of my studio apartment. The all-glass shower looked like a sauna, with the built-in wrap-around seat.
“Holy shit,” I said under my breath. My eyes scanned the whole room in one spin. It looked like a hotel, complete with dim lighting and a touch-screen mirror that sat in front of her double vanity.
I had dreams of bathrooms like this. Honestly, I had dreams of just having a bathroom with a door to lock and close. Manon would probably lose her shit if she saw the shower curtain that covered my toilet. It was a gag-worthy difference between our two worlds.
I didn’t even understand what she was doing when she picked up a remote off the marble counter before turning and pointing directly toward the shower.
But when the music started playing from the speakers that looked embedded into the ceilings, I knew I was in a completely different reality. How could I have gotten so lucky to be here, with her?
Nothing seemed real. The way she waltzed right past me to walk into the shower felt like a dream. I stood there as solid as a rock, just watching as what looked like rain started pouring down within the glass walls. Tiny holes covered every inch of the ceiling, making it look like an actual storm. I couldn’t even see where Manon was on the inside, only blurry flashes of her visible.
But when the fog began to fade, revealing her naked body leaning up against the glass wall; I didn't hesitate before walking right in.
The glass door to the shower closed with a soft shut. My eyes were fixated on Manon touching herself. I didn’t care about anything else.
Manon’s skin was coated in tiny droplets of water, making her ass sparkle under the dim light. She was waiting for me. Her back leaned against the glass window that gave the perfect view of the city.
It was pitch black now, only the lights from the skyscrapers and cars in the distance were able to be seen. I wondered at that moment if they could see her naked body seated on the small bench. Or the way she lifted her leg until her foot was just barely perched up on the tile. Revealing the one thing I had been craving for weeks.
It was almost scary how fast I fell to my knees, not caring how the water trickled into my lashes, blinding me instantly. My hands reached out to find her thighs before I wrapped my arms around them and yanked her forward.
I didn’t need to see to eat.
Her breath was caught in her throat, not prepared for me to envelop her heat completely. I didn’t refrain or hold back. I couldn't explain the daze I was in. Time passed, and I was nowhere near being done. My mouth slipped against her, as I sucked, kissed, caressed her until she came for the second time that night.
She released a shaky breath as she fought to find the strength to scream. Her body spasmed. She slid against the glass as I pinned her down. Ensuring she didn’t slip off the bench.
My knees burned from the pressure of the tile, but I hadn’t even noticed until now. Manon’s pleasure had drowned out my pain.
When I finally moved to stand between her open legs, her hands instantly wrapped around my waist. She peppered soft lazy kisses across my stomach before starting to trail down my hips. I jerked when her lips hovered over the ticklish areas that she knew were making me weak.
The tip of her tongue trailed across my skin, licking it clean of any water as if she was thirsty. As if she was dehydrated, and I was the only resource she had. Her gaze burned through me as her tongue wouldn’t stop while covering every inch of me. I was quickly becoming overwhelmed.
We had been wrapped in each other’s energy for hours now. From making out to full-on riding each other with our suits still on.
I thought I had seen it all, the way Manon’s energy changed the second she let herself go. Her eagerness and desire spoke for the both of us. We were like animals. Crawling around hungry enough to take each other–anywhere. You’d think we were both locked in cages for years, the way we behaved. It made me think.
What if this was all just the heat of the moment? What if all we needed to do was fuck all our built-up emotions towards each other out?
My mind wavered. When I glanced back down to see her eager eyes staring back at me, her pouty lips stopped right above my bikini line.
I knew at that moment that this wasn’t going to be our last time doing this.