Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
I ignored all the flashing signs and warnings reminding me of an after. I didn’t pretend the leading reason wasn’t selfish: I wanted Octavia. Every shuddering breath she offered. Every hooded-eyed whimper.
I wanted to be the first woman she orgasmed with. The first woman she tasted. The first woman who buried her face between her legs and worshiped at her altar.
The second reason was that she was relaxed. Sans the occasional plea for more, Octavia wasn’t worrying. Not about the demon, the ranch, or money. For the first time since I met her, she was fully present.
This was part of my job, right? Calming her. Keeping her grounded.
At least, that’s what I told myself. That’s how I quelled the logical voice in the back of my mind telling me, do not, under any circumstances, get on your knees for this woman.
One, because I never got on my knees for anyone. I preferred to be on the receiving end of the pleasure. To do little work and a lot of moaning. But I couldn’t pull away from her trembling body without offering her that sweet relief she craved. I needed to show her a good time.
Octavia’s clit was a work of art. It was silky and swollen, poking out enough to be seen. I got wetter at the sight, knowing mine had swollen just enough to easily press against hers.
“Should I…” Octavia had been unsure what to do with her body. Her hands would go limply to her sides and then awkwardly to the back of my head, before transitioning to cover her breasts.
“Just relax.” I kissed her one more time before moving down to the only place I wanted to be right now. “Let me take care of you.”
When I removed her panties, I couldn’t resist the urge to bring the fabric to my nose. She watched me take an inhale, pinching one of her nipples between her fingers because she liked me being a little desperate for her.
“Lift your legs so I can see?” I requested.
She did as asked, pulling her knees to her chest. With her pussy spread, I paused for a second to marvel. Soft, thick curls framed her glistening center, her clit and labia there for the taking. I dipped two fingers in first, and she tightened around me.
“I…” She bit down on her lip, gaze watching me disappear inside.
“Are you okay?” I pulled my fingers out slowly. They were completely covered in her. I would smell like this woman for days. I’d never get a moment of peace. I didn’t want one.
“I like that.” Octavia nodded as she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch. “Keep going.”
I smiled and slipped my fingers back inside. We watched together as my movements became faster. Deeper. I was surprised by how long I resisted tasting her. But after her wetness dripped down onto the sheets, I couldn’t hold back for a second longer.
“Oh.” Octavia’s sweet, short exclamation made me laugh. The vibration of my amusement earned me a harder “oh.”
I gazed up at her, not disconnecting from her clit for a second. And she was already staring down at me. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Fingertips pinching those beautiful nipples.
My tongue circled her clit, slow and testing at first. Her thighs closed around my head when I sped up my licking and sucking. I moaned into her pussy when she held on to the back of my head and started meeting my licks with a steady rock of her hips.
“That’s so…good…” she said as I pumped my finger in and out of her with slow strokes. “Oh, yes…please make me come. Make me come, Rae.”
The last one was an order. My knees dug into the carpet, giving me a steadier stance.
I was more of a people pleaser than I thought.
Or maybe I was just one for Octavia, because every bone in my body would never feel satisfied until I made her scream my name ten times over.
Wouldn’t rest until she got as many orgasms as her beautiful body could take.
I’d fuck her until she could barely breathe.
I’d worship this clit until she couldn’t see straight.
Octavia let out a strangled moan as she climaxed. Her back arched, toes curled, and nails dug into my hair. She squeezed me with her thighs, the muscles hard and impossible to escape. I was exactly where I was meant to be, suffocating between the legs of the most beautiful woman on the planet.
If someone had been on the porch, they would have heard her. She wasn’t a quiet climaxer. It was a stark contrast to her quiet lifestyle. I adored it.
“A little more, please,” she whimpered, still rocking onto my tongue. “It feels so, so good. You’re so damn good. I need your mouth on me all the time. I’d never worry about anything if you were always between my legs.”
I smiled and continued to lick her as long as she kept coming. I was a mess, chin soaked in her. It was heaven. I was blessed. When she was finally ready to call it quits, I ruefully pulled away, licking each one of my fingers to savor the last bits of her on my skin.
She watched me while I did it, fingers lazily circling her areolas. “Can I taste?”
“You can have whatever you want,” I promised, crawling onto the bed.
Octavia took my mouth with reckless abandon. My fingers gripped her waist, body trembling at how hot it was that she wanted to taste herself on me. Our tongues explored each other.
“Tastes like perfection,” I whispered against her lips. “Doesn’t it?”
She smiled, a little shy, a lot disbelieving. “How sweet.”
“It’s the truth.” I kissed her again, cupping her cheeks between my hands. She relaxed into me, forgetting whatever insecurity that’d briefly made its appearance.
Octavia grabbed my hips and pinned them against hers. Our mouths didn’t disconnect for a second as her fingers found my clit. She massaged small, polite circles. Octavia didn’t mean for it to be a tease, but it was, and it was torturous.
She parted the two fingers that were painting circles, slipping them inside me. My clit caught in the center of those fingers. I gasped at how intoxicatingly delicious it felt as she slipped in and out of me.
“Show me?” she asked. “How do you like it?”
I shook my head, my eyes half-closed because she was already giving me a pleasure I’d never felt before. “You’re already doing well. No notes.”
“But, well’s not mind-blowing. Give me something.” She was earnest. Willing.
“Just…” I paused for a second, releasing a low moan, stunned at how well the combination of the heel of her palm and fingers coaxed my nerves into a haphazard frenzy. “Do this. Do what feels right, and the rest…it takes care of itself.”
Octavia raised a brow. “Not always. I’ve been with enough guys to prove not always.”
“Well, you’re not wrong there.” We shared a laugh.
I’d been with quite a few people, and I could tell from the moment we kissed if they’d be good in bed or not. The very second Octavia’s lips were on mine at the inn, I knew this side of her would be unmatched.
“Not always.” I nodded and placed kisses across her cheek and down her neck. “But with us? That’s never going to be the case.”
Her gaze flickered down, watching how sticky her fingers had gotten.
She pulled them out and up to her mouth.
While she took one finger between her lips, she offered me the other.
We maintained eye contact as we cleaned her off.
I moaned around her finger, not sure what to beg for next.
The sight of her enjoying the taste of me and wanting me to partake had my eardrums nearly bursting from the beat of my heart.
“We smell good together,” Octavia whispered.
She was right. The small room was closed off, so the smell of sex had gathered. She and I, so entangled and bitterly sweet.
My only response was another moan because this time she dipped her finger into herself before circling my clit again. I chewed on my bottom lip, watching as her wetness worked as the perfect lubricant for me.
“Very good together,” she murmured, taking more of her wetness and sliding it into me. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head when her two fingers turned into three. Octavia went deeper and farther.
“More,” I begged, my nails digging into her shoulder blades. “Give me everything and keep curling your fingers like that. I want to feel your tongue, too. Grind against those perfect lips.”
Octavia moaned at my command and kissed her way down my body. Her mouth replaced her fingers, and I had to reach for a pillow just a few seconds in.
“That okay?” she asked.
I nodded beneath the pillow and spread my legs to indicate she needed to continue.
Her cautious, shy licks would be the death of me.
Her fumbling made everything so new and uncertain.
I didn’t know what she planned to do next, and it was a dream.
Her curiosity had me screaming into the dense cotton.
Octavia focused solely on my clit first, tasting me with tender attention. She got bolder a few minutes in, spreading me and blowing cool air onto my clit and down my labia. When I whimpered, she laughed and continued.
“I like that, too,” she murmured, proud that she had thought to try it.
“What else do you like?” I pulled the pillow away, finally feeling stable enough to look down at her.
Octavia's locs were wayward, tangled from my hands and her movement. Her breasts mashed into the soft quilt on top of my bed. I couldn’t see her pussy from this angle, but her ass was in the air, and I wished for a mirror.
My necklace dangled from her neck, the cold pendant brushing against my skin whenever she pulled back from eating me out to make sure I was still okay. Still utterly torn apart.
Octavia’s mouth captured my clit, tongue swirling in slow circles. Two fingers entered my pussy. I kept reminding myself to breathe. To relax. To enjoy this woman who was literally rewiring every one of my atoms.
We’d come a long way from the convention. From her sneer and my budding curiosity. She was inside me in every way possible. Every movement pulled me closer to her.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
She looked up, not slowing down for a second. Her free hand reached for mine, fingers interlacing.