Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
Based on the outside of the RV, I expected a far more cramped bedroom. But there was room to walk. Room for two people to stumble, laugh, and forget what they were doing.
“Before we…” I paused when the backs of my knees pressed against the bed. “Start.”
Rae pulled back to inspect my face. Her smile faded.
“I haven’t actually…” I took a breath and willed myself forward. “Done this with a woman.”
I searched her face. Rae’s mouth parted, but nothing came out.
“But I know I like women regardless of whether I’ve…” I added because that had caused contention in the past.
“Eaten one out?” Rae filled in. Her smile slowly came back, this time paired with a soft laugh.
“That’s one way to put it,” I murmured.
“What’s another way?”
“There has to be something less crude,” I murmured against her lips.
“Do you not like dirty talk?” she wondered.
I raised a brow and laughed. “That was dirty talk?”
“A prelude…maybe.” Rae pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too much. “To be honest, I’m not that good at it. The dirty talking, not the eating out. I’m wonderful at that part.”
I snorted. “You’re being modest.”
She shook her head. “Hardly.”
I blinked, surprised at how uncertainty made her voice lower.
Rae didn’t meet my questioning gaze. Her fingers played with the hem of my shirt, rubbing the fabric between her thumb and index finger.
The back of her knuckles grazed my belly.
I swallowed at the whispered touch. She mindlessly fiddled with the buttons on my top.
“I always thought I could be…good at it,” I teased in a whisper.
Rae’s quiet laugh barely left her mouth. “Yeah?”
“Just haven’t had a lot of practice.”
“Want to do it on me?”
“I don’t know…feels weird.”
“It always will until you try.”
I offered a half-shrug in agreement. I’d expected Rae would lead this charge. For the woman who charmed hundreds into reverent silence to quiet me. But she barely met my gaze. Her fingers were shaking a little.
“Are you hesitant because you work for me?” I asked, half-teasing.
She smiled, finally looking up at me. “I’d like to think we work together.”
“Be serious,” I pleaded. I could hear my heart in my ears.
Leaning into her felt right, but I didn’t have enough courage to close the remaining gap.
So, Rae took up that mantle. Her mouth was on mine again.
I parted my lips, tasting her sweetness.
My knees gave way this time. I fell back onto the bed with her on top of me.
Her hands sank into my hair; warm fingertips pressed against my roots.
She massaged the hair at my temples, coaxing moans from me.
Her mouth swallowed each one, as starving and willing as I was.
“I am,” she promised when she let me breathe for a second.
“We’re a team. We work together out there and now…
in here. You do realize I would never judge you during any of this?
For not being with a woman? Not having a ton of experience?
None of those things matter. I just need to know that you’re into me and want us, and that’s enough. ”
Rae pulled back for a second to read my expression.
To confirm we were on the same page. I nodded, breathless at the soft look in her eyes as she peered down at me.
One of her knees was between my legs, so when she readjusted, slight pressure was applied to my clit.
I could barely feel it through the thick pair of jeans, but that made it more delicious.
The slight gasp that fell from my lips was dramatic. But it seemed to entertain Rae.
“Do you want me to show you how to have a little fun?” she whispered against my lips. “And then you can practice on me?”
Her voice was low and teasing. Rae’s fingers had stopped trembling, but her heart matched the heavy drum of mine. Her hands slipped underneath my shirt; her thumbs traced my waistband.
My clit pulsed with the need for stimulus. I nodded, so wanting that I could barely string a thought together.
“All you have to do is breathe.” Rae kissed below my ear. “Let me know how you like to be touched. And I’ll take care of you. We’ll get lost together.”
I shuddered when her mouth parted on my neck.
Her teeth graze my skin, a gentle bite before a comforting lick.
She continued down my body, her hair flooding over her shoulders and into her face as she covered my collarbone in bites and kisses.
I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I needed this heavy cotton off my skin and replaced with her soft mouth yesterday.
I hadn’t resisted Rae like I thought I could. Like I’d hoped. And that didn’t matter. None of those silly wants mattered.
“I never thought…” I trailed off when I realized I was speaking out loud.
Rae wasn’t in the business of letting things slide. But she helped me out of my shirt, tank top, and jeans before asking, “Never thought what?”
Rae straddled me. I was just in my bra and underwear now, the old, dingy black things, the last piece of clothing standing between her and me. I almost covered my chest under her gaze. Not because of how she looked, but how my gut churned from the exposure.
My skin was a strange piece of work. A collection of acne scars on my chest and eczema on my arms. I was shades of brown and black.
Slightly embarrassed about not having figured out how to take care of the blemishes.
I’d been in long sleeves and sweaters until now.
Fall and winter were my favorite seasons because of the coverage.
Now, I felt like a liar. Like maybe I should have warned her.
“That you’d kiss me like this,” I murmured, because why not. Why not expose all the rest? This was as good a time as any. Better she knew now than never. I didn’t like the idea of living in a world of her never knowing me. Never seeing all of me. “Want me like this.”
Rae’s forehead wrinkled. She leaned forward, fingers playing with the ends of my locs. “And why wouldn’t I want you like this?”
“Because you could have anyone.”
“So could you.” She kissed me before I could refute. I sighed into her mouth. Rae kept teasing me with her tongue. A preview. A peek. A promise of her skills. She had a gentle touch, but it proved strong when she wanted it to be. Bold when she tested me with its weight against my tongue.
I was breathless when she pulled away, unable to speak as her mouth traveled down my chest. Rae tugged my breasts free from the bra. I ran my hands up and down her arms, accidentally brushing against her glucose monitor.
“Sorry,” I whispered, going stiff at the possibility of having hurt her.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I’m fine.” She kissed a nipple with gentle reverence before parting her lips and sucking on it. Her deep moan matched mine. The sound came from her core as if the sensation of tasting me traveled straight to her clit, as it had mine.
I reached for her hair, wrapping the curls around my fingers, tugging on them lightly. She moaned again at the tugs, and I whimpered at how good the vibration from her mouth felt around my nipple.
“Don’t for a second think you’re not the sun,” Rae murmured against my nipple. She gave it one more lick before moving to give the other attention. “I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks now. Wondering how you taste. Feel. Sound.”
I squirmed, my pussy in need of attention.
When I arched up to her, Rae matched my energy.
She tugged her sweatpants off and pressed her pussy against mine, giving me a brief feel of what it would be like to connect.
Her panties remained on and were as soaked through as mine.
As she rubbed her pussy against mine, her breasts bounced.
I balanced myself on my elbows, taking one nipple between my lips.
It hardened against my twirling tongue. Rae lifted her hair off her neck for a second, tilting her head up toward the ceiling as she moaned underneath my touch.
Fuck.
She rocked against me a little longer, letting me grow drunk sucking both breasts. When I pulled back for a second, Rae continued her journey down my body, nudging her nose against my swollen clit. I gasped when she licked me through the cotton. She laughed and did it again. Again. Again.
“Jones,” I warned.
“Jones?” Her eyebrow tilted.
“Jones,” I insisted, because it’d thrown her off.
I didn’t want to be like everyone else. I didn’t want her to remember me like that.
To solidify this decision, I pushed myself up and tugged off her the lacy brown underwear that’d hugged her pussy, outlining the swollen clit and showing off a wet spot that was all for me.
I chewed on my lip when I saw it and met her gaze.
With just a simple nudge of the chin, Rae lifted herself onto her knees, her pussy nearly level with my face.
I leaned forward, kissing the lower part of her stomach, licking the spaces between the delicate crisscross lines of stretch marks.
And then, leaning down farther, kissing the swollen clit peeking out from her lips.
Soft, black curls framed the beautiful bundle of nerves.
She grabbed on to the back of my head, pressing me against her for a second longer.
She smelled of pine needles and wild oats. Rae had been at Elmwood for long enough to take on its natural scent.
“God, I need you more than air,” she whispered when I flicked my tongue out during my kiss.
“I don’t know whether I want to fuck you or have you fuck me first,” I confessed in an even lower voice.
“We can have a simultaneous fuck,” she decided with a small smile. “As long as you stop calling me by my last name. Call me something sweet or something utterly disrespectful. Formality makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”
“Aren’t we both?” I mused. “In trouble, I mean.”
She laughed again; her eyes softened just a little. “Maybe.”