Chapter 1 #2
She didn’t wait. Bending down, Hope pressed her face between Angelica’s legs.
She licked her, pulling the wet juices with her tongue as she swallowed Angelica’s flavor and moved to her clit.
She was so sweet today. Whether it was because of something she ate or the very fact that it had been four damn months since Hope had managed to taste her, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t care.
All she wanted was that flavor to never leave her taste buds.
Angelica gasped, digging her fingers once again into Hope’s hair as she pushed Hope’s face harder.
Breathing deeply, Hope closed her eyes and focused on the one thing she knew she wanted to do.
Each swipe of her tongue told her just how sensitive Angelica was.
Angelica trembled under her touch, barely sitting still as she leaned back on the kitchen counter slightly and parted her thighs even more.
“Oh God.” Angelica whimpered.
Hope reached around and grabbed onto Angelica’s ass, pulling her even closer. If she could disappear between Angelica’s legs, she absolutely would. She never wanted to give up this moment or this relationship. It was everything she wanted and more.
“I’m already…” Angelica stopped talking, her words morphing into a grunt and a moan. She dug her nails sharply into the back of Hope’s head as she tensed.
Hope kept herself right where she was, slowing the swipes of her tongue against Angelica’s clit until Angelica eased her grip on Hope’s hair.
When she finally moved up, Angelica pulled her forward so they could kiss.
Hope hummed, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sweet embrace.
This kiss was everything that the previous ones hadn’t been—tender, soft, loving.
“Mmmm… delicious,” Hope smiled at her as she pulled away. “Four months is too long.”
“Agreed.” Angelica smiled at her, brushing her fingers over Hope’s damp cheeks to dry them off.
“But we’re not done yet.” Hope winked.
“Hell no.” Angelica kissed her again.
“I, uh…” Hope’s cheeks burned as she helped Angelica down from the edge of the kitchen counter so she could stand on her own two feet. Angelica pulled her thong and pants up, but she didn’t bother to button them again.
“Bedroom?” Angelica asked.
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip as she took Angelica by the hand and walked toward the bedroom. Once they got inside the door, the nerves in Hope’s belly flared up. But she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this since Angelica had mentioned it. And now they had the time and the equipment. “Angel?”
“Hmm?” Angelica pulled her shirt off and threw it over the wingback chair in the corner of the room.
Hope’s breath left her as her gaze landed on Angelica’s body, on her breasts, the smoothness of her skin, the freckles along her chest.
“Hope?” Angelica said, chiding a little.
“Right. Do you remember back in Vermont or Saint Paul, I can’t remember which, not that it really matters, because the location doesn’t—”
“Hope.” Angelica walked closer, her bare toes silent on the floor. When had she taken her heels off? She grasped Hope’s fingers and held her close. “What are you trying to ask me?”
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip, her heart racing so hard that it was difficult to breathe.
Why was this so hard to ask? She was never someone who shied away from sex.
Chastising herself, she rolled her eyes and spat out the question.
“Do you remember that time we were having sex and you said you wanted to do that but with a strap? But we didn’t have one? ”
Angelica frowned, a line forming in the center of her brow. Hope could see as she pulled back in her memory, trying to find the moment that Hope was talking about.
“Because I, uh… I went shopping.” Hope bit her lip, wishing she could wipe her sweaty palms on her thighs. Why was she so nervous? “We haven’t exactly tried anything like that before.”
“A strap?” Angelica raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah. A strap.” Hope swallowed hard. “I thought… I just… I don’t know.”
Angelica chuckled, her lips curling upward and her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You want me to fuck you with a strap?”
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip, giving Angelica a sheepish look. “You’d mentioned it once.”
“Yes.” Angelica leaned in and kissed her quickly. “Yes, I can do that. Where is it?”
Hope took a step back and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand, pulling the toy out. She’d cleaned it, but she hadn’t used it yet. Angelica walked forward and took it from her hand, sliding her fingers over the dildo before she fisted the entire thing and stared down at it.
“Get undressed, Hope. And get on the bed.”
A shudder ran through Hope. She moved slowly but surely as she pulled at her T-shirt and dropped it to the ground.
She watched as Angelica did exactly the same thing, pulling each piece of clothing off and tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the room, where she always seemed to leave her clothes when they spent a few hours curled up naked together.
When Angelica was done undressing, she gave Hope a hard stare. “Get on the bed.”
Hope complied, sliding backward into the center before she lay on her back and waited for even more instructions.
Angelica bent slightly as she pulled the straps over her legs and up on her hips, adjusting the toy until she seemed satisfied with where it was.
Then she walked forward, her gaze dragging down Hope’s body, from her eyes to her breasts to right between her legs.
“Turn on your side,” Angelica said firmly but lightly.
Licking her lips, Hope turned as she’d been told.
She pulled one knee up, leaving her bottom leg straight.
This was exactly like she’d dreamed of it, exactly like Angelica had told her she wanted to do this.
Did that mean she actually remembered it?
Her heart raced as she waited to see what Angelica would do next, how she’d move. Would it be slow or hard?
“I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, all right?” Angelica kneeled on the bed, the strap protruding from her like it was the thing commanding everything right now.
Hope nodded, but she couldn’t form a word to save her life.
“Put your hand between your legs.”
Doing as she was told, Hope slid her fingers against her swollen clit.
She gathered her juices and started to rub slowly back and forth.
She didn’t want to come again, not so soon, not before…
Angelica shuffled forward, her knees pressing against Hope’s butt and the back of her thigh.
She pushed Hope’s leg up even more and sat back.
“You’re so wet,” Angelica murmured as she slid her fingers though Hope’s slick folds. “So fucking wet.”
“For you,” Hope whispered, finally saying something.
Angelica’s lips quirked upward. She raised up on her hips, and Hope couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but when the bulbous head of the dildo pressed against her, she knew she was about to be in heaven.
“Tell me if it’s too much too quickly, all right?” Angelica said.
Hope bit her lip and nodded, her eyes closed.
She was so focused on the sensations, on the feelings, on everything that she’d been missing and wanting and more.
She slowed her touch against her clit and just waited until Angelica was fully inside her.
But it took forever. Angelica teased in and then out, and then in again and then out.
Hope’s breath caught in her throat, and she very nearly pushed her butt down so that Angelica would be in her already, but she didn’t.
She wanted this Angelica’s way. She wanted this to take as long as it was going to take and to love every single damn second of it.
Finally, Angelica leaned forward, hips to ass, and she pressed their mouths together.
“Good?” Angelica asked.
“Uh huh.” Hope turned her head to look directly at her. “So good.”
Angelica nodded, reaching down and palming Hope’s breast. She teased Hope’s nipple as she bent down and kissed her again. “I told you to touch yourself.”
A shiver of arousal ran through Hope’s body, exactly what she’d wanted and what she was damn sure Angelica wanted.
At first when Angelica pumped her hips, it was slow and tedious.
But it got faster, the slide in longer than the pull out.
Hope’s breathing quickened, her entire body ready to be on that pinnacle of pleasure again.
This was so damn good. She moaned when Angelica pushed in again, taking her sweet time.
Hope reached down and gripped Angelica’s thigh the best she could and just held onto her.
This had been worth every ounce of nerves that she’d had.
Hope looked up into Angelica’s eyes, staring deep into those baby blues, and just waited.
Waited for pleasure to cascade through her, taking over every fiber of her being.
Waited for Angelica’s lips to curl up in a beautiful smile.
Waited for whatever was going to come next.
Her breathing quickened, and the pull of her orgasm was far too strong to avoid anymore.
She grinned up at Angelica and nodded, and Angelica picked up the pace.
Hope crashed. She cried out, her voice echoing and ringing in her ears.
She trembled as Angelica continued to pull pleasure from her body, teasing out every last moment possible.
Finally, Angelica bent down and kissed her, long and slow.
“I love you, Hope.”
“I love you, Angel.” Hope kissed her, curling fingers around Angelica’s cheek and into her hair as she sighed. “But I still have eleven hours, and if you think we’re done—”
Angelica laughed. “Not done, just a break.”
“Snack?” Hope asked.
“Yes. That sounds perfect.”