Chapter 44 #3
Willow was allowed to touch her freely, without restraint.
She placed an open-mouthed kiss on the slope of one breast, right above Scottie’s pounding heart, then glided her tongue down the soft skin between her breasts, forcing herself not to stray left or right until she finally cupped one firm breast in her hand.
For a moment, she just cradled it, staring down at its perfect shape, then she stroked her thumb along its silky underside. So incredibly soft.
“Willow,” Scottie whispered.
In response, Willow bent her head and breathed a featherlight kiss onto one already taut nipple.
“God, Willow.” Scottie’s tone grew more desperate. “What are you doing to me?”
Willow wanted to do so much more. With Scottie, she wanted to do it all—and she knew Scottie would let her. “Worshipping you the way you deserve,” she whispered against her nipple, then drew it between her lips.
With a throaty moan, Scottie arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into Willow’s mouth.
Her nipple grew impossibly harder against Willow’s tongue.
She made love to Scottie’s breasts with her mouth and her hands, swiping her tongue across one nipple while circling the other with her fingers.
Scottie bucked and groaned, her legs rubbing restlessly against Willow’s.
The way Scottie’s breath caught at her every touch made Willow’s head spin with desire. Every shudder from Scottie set off answering shivers inside of her.
“Please, Willow. I need you…now.”
The needy note in her voice undid Willow.
She looked up and into Scottie’s dark eyes.
The tendons and muscles in her forearms stood out in sharp relief as she clung to the headboard. Her full lower lip was trapped between her teeth in a way that made Willow want to surge up her body and kiss her again.
Instead, she kissed a trail down Scottie’s belly, which quivered deliciously under her mouth. Willow’s hair fanned out, brushing lightly along the bend of Scottie’s leg.
A visible shiver ran through Scottie, and Willow imagined she could hear the headboard groan under Scottie’s desperate grip.
She settled herself between Scottie’s strong, soft thighs.
Scottie eased her legs wider, inviting her touch.
Willow pressed a string of kisses to the silky skin of Scottie’s inner thigh, already damp with need. Slowly, she slid her lips higher and higher until the scent of Scottie’s arousal filled her senses.
A hum escaped her as she breathed her in, and Scottie shuddered.
She raised her knees, opening herself up to Willow. Her eyes were hooded as she gazed down at Willow. “Please.”
Willow couldn’t wait any longer. Urgently, she dipped her head down.
They both moaned at the first careful touch of Willow’s tongue against her warm wetness.
Scottie’s taste, tangy yet sweet, hit her senses. She wanted to tell her how much she loved it, how much she enjoyed this entire experience, but she couldn’t bear to take her mouth off her for even a second.
Slowly, she licked her way up to Scottie’s swollen clit, then circled it before running her tongue across it.
Scottie’s low moan made heat spread through Willow’s belly.
She alternated between light flicks and languid swipes, trying to find out the best way to bring Scottie pleasure.
Scottie seemed to like it all. She urgently lifted her hips into each touch, seeking more contact.
Willow wanted more too. Experimentally, she pressed her tongue into her.
Scottie’s hips jerked against Willow. An inarticulate sound tore from her throat.
Willow raised her head and glanced up Scottie’s body, into her face. “Is this okay?”
Scottie’s lips were parted, every muscle in her arms, shoulders, and belly taut as she clung to the headboard. She met Willow’s gaze, pupils wide and dark eyes glazed with raw desire. The look of unrestrained abandon on Scottie’s face sent a rush of arousal to Willow’s core.
This was the hottest thing Willow had ever seen.
“It’s…amazing.” Scottie’s voice was breathless and husky. “But…I need…”
“Anything,” Willow said. “Just tell me.”
“I need to touch you.” Scottie nodded toward the metal bars she clung to. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” Willow whispered, awed that Scottie wanted that more than anything else.
Scottie’s hand—just the right one—was on her before Willow had even fully gotten out the word, while the left one remained firmly wrapped around the headboard.
Her fingertips traced down Willow’s arm and seared across her shoulder.
Her nails lightly scraped over the nape of Willow’s neck, sending sparks of pleasure down her body.
Oh God. Allowing Scottie to touch her was dangerous, threatening to shatter her self-control. Determined to focus on Scottie, she ducked her head back down and swirled her tongue around Scottie’s clit once more. Then, slowly, she sucked it between her lips.
The sound Scottie made—part gasp, part groan—sent a jolt of lust through Willow.
Scottie arched against her, pressing herself against Willow’s mouth. Her right hand found Willow’s shoulder, not guiding her, just establishing a connection, as if she needed it to anchor herself.
There was no moment of insecurity as Willow had often experienced in the past, no guessing what Scottie liked or didn’t like.
It was astonishingly easy to read Scottie, her body language as clear as the sexy sounds that escaped her—a sharp intake of breath every time Willow flicked her clit with her tongue and a deep, throaty moan whenever she caught it between her lips and sucked lightly.
She gripped Scottie’s hips with both hands, enjoying their strength and fullness as Scottie strained against her. Giving her pleasure was the headiest feeling in the world. Willow felt nearly drunk on it—on her taste, on the unfiltered little sounds she made.
“Don’t stop,” Scottie gasped out. “Please don’t stop.” Her thighs tightened around Willow’s ears as if she never wanted to let her go.
Willow had no intention of stopping. She flicked her tongue faster and harder.
“Willow!” Scottie groaned out her name. She clutched the back of Willow’s head, pressing her closer. Her fingers flexed helplessly against Willow’s scalp.
Willow let go of Scottie’s straining hips with one hand and slid it up her body. She couldn’t resist pausing at one breast to rub her thumb over its rock-hard nipple.
“Oh fuck!” Scottie twisted her fingers into Willow’s hair and pushed herself harder against her mouth.
Willow groaned into her wetness. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to ward off her own arousal and focus only on Scottie.
Without lifting her mouth off Scottie, she found her left arm and tugged on it until Scottie let go of the headboard.
Willow drew her hand down and intertwined their fingers.
Scottie tightly clung to her. A quiver ran through the firm muscles of her inner thighs.
Willow felt it all. The intimacy of it took her breath away.
Scottie’s legs around her started to shake.
Willow’s own belly tightened in response as she felt Scottie’s orgasm build.
Scottie’s hips pushed upward, into Willow’s mouth, one more time. A hoarse cry tore from her throat. Then her entire body tensed beneath Willow, her thighs clamping around her ears.
Scottie’s arousal flooded her mouth.
With one last deep groan, Scottie collapsed onto the mattress. After a few moments, her thighs loosened their grip and fell back to the bed, and her desperate clasp on Willow’s hair gentled to a weak caress.
Willow held her breath, completely in awe. She pressed a final, whisper-soft kiss onto Scottie’s pulsing clit, making her twitch, then lifted her head and gazed up her body.
Scottie’s cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved.
A sheen of sweat made her skin glow like gold in the candlelight.
She met Willow’s eyes with an expression of pure, stunned bliss.
“Holy shit!” Her voice came out raspy. “You clearly were kidding when you said you don’t have a ton of experience, right? ”
Willow blushed, more with the joy of being able to give Scottie pleasure than from embarrassment. “You made it really easy. You’re so…vocal. You weren’t exaggerating your responses, were you?”
“Exaggerating?” Scottie echoed. She weakly lifted her head off the pillow and shook it back and forth. “It was all I could do not to come the moment your tongue touched me.”
Heat sizzled through Willow. The way Scottie talked so openly about how much she’d aroused her would take some getting used to, but she had to admit it was also a huge turn-on.
Scottie disentangled her fingers from Willow’s hair and softly tugged on her shoulder. “Come on up here. I want to hold you.”
Willow lingered for a moment longer, inhaling Scottie’s intoxicating scent, then wiped her mouth and moved up her body and into her arms.
Scottie gazed at her as if she’d just performed a miracle.
She brushed strands of tangled hair behind Willow’s ears, cradled her face in her hands, and caressed her cheeks with her thumbs in a gesture so tender that an ache of a different kind started deep within Willow.
“I love you,” she whispered with so much emotion that tears gathered in Willow’s eyes.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
Scottie guided her head down and kissed her, slow and heartfelt.
Willow melted against her. She could have kissed her forever, but the gentle slide of Scottie’s fingers over her back—from that sensitive spot between her shoulder blades to the curve of her ass—made tension gather low in her belly, and she became aware that she was pressing herself against Scottie’s thigh, desperate for some friction.
More friction. She stilled against her. That was definitely not something she’d ever tried for, especially not when every cell in her body already felt electrified.
“Don’t stop.” Scottie gripped her hips and rocked her against a strong thigh muscle.
Desire sparked through Willow. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling for control.
“It’s okay.” Scottie softly stroked her hips. “Just hold on to the headboard.”