25 Dove
DOVE
Picking up the sparkling ruby with careful fingers, Mae placed it on a nearby dresser as if she couldn’t look at it anymore. She came back to the bed, running a hand through her short hair over and over until it stuck up on one end. A bit adorably.
“This is all… Dove, why tell me?” she asked shakily.
I swallowed. I’d been thinking about this moment all day, for the past several days. But my palms still felt sticky, extra warm from my magic and nerves, and my stomach roiled.
“I told you,” I said, taking a steadying breath, “because I want you to know that no matter what happens, even if the land sale doesn’t go through or my parents deny it, I can still use my power to buy the cure.
Eventually—I can only do one transformation a day, and it’s, well, it’s quite tiring.
But I will be able to save him, and I intend to.
“And because I didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore. I want you to know everything about me. Because—because I love you.”
Mae’s gaze burned into mine, so many emotions warring in her eyes, I couldn’t parse them. She’d frozen at my words, not even seeming to breathe. I’d pictured this moment dozens of times, imagining what she’d say, do, but had never considered this, that she might not say anything.
Happiness, fear, confusion, desire—everything flickered over her face openly as we stared at each other, before finally a lost look came over her.
She moved closer, slipping her hands under my hair, cupping my face, as she kissed me desperately.
My breath released, and I fell against her too, meeting her at every point I could.
Mae pressed me back on the plush bed, her strained voice rasping in my ear. “I love you too, Dove,” she said, kissing me again, and again. “I love you too.”
My chest grew tight to bursting. I squeezed Mae in my embrace, drawing a light oof before I released and pushed her so she lay next to me on the bed. Caressing along her length, I began plucking knots and undoing the little buckles that held her leathers together on top.
“Dove… I need to…” Her eyes fluttered, squeezed shut, as I rubbed the gentle peak of her nipple through the linen undershirt.
“I know what you need, love,” I said. Mae sighed achingly at my touch, and the sound stirred my arousal.
I felt fire slowly building, deep inside me, as I unwrapped more and more of her, kissing and stroking every inch of her skin that I found.
Smooth, pale under her jacket, contrasting with the suntanned bits of her hands, neck, face.
Her beautiful, fierce face. Not so fierce now, as she arched into my touch, lust-fuzzed gaze locked onto me.
A deep flush of arousal moved up her chest, along the wound at her collarbone—still lightly dressed but healing well—and up her neck.
She was coming undone from just this, and satisfaction flared within me.
I pressed the flat of my tongue against one of her nipples, now a small, firm nub, and licked.
Again, again, and again. Mae groaned. That delicious groan I searched for every day now, that revealed her pleasure. That gave me such pleasure in return.
Taking her in my mouth, I sucked. Lightly, then harder, until her groans deepened.
I moved to the other breast, making sure to give it just as much attention, and licked the soft space between them.
Her hands moved wildly over my arms, my back, feeling for me.
I drew back just enough to let her reach down, help her in pulling my silk dress up and off.
It pooled on the floor like liquid. Spilled wine.
I hadn’t bothered with a corset or anything when dressing earlier.
It felt scandalous, but who in the manor now would really care?
I felt freer without that sometimes. And I confess I’d been imagining this as I’d left the bustier in my wardrobe.
Maerryl having such easy access, feeling her touch as soon as possible.
Pulling me into her arms, Mae stroked my sides, my shoulders, thighs, as if she wanted to reach everywhere at once.
Almost frantically. I slowed her, kissing her lips once more.
Bringing us back to center. I sighed into her mouth, soaking in the way she made me feel.
Pouring my love into every touch of my lips and tongue to hers.
Her hand slipped from my cheek to caress a breast lightly, then slid down to my pussy.
Soaking through the lace of my panties. Mae groaned appreciatively, the calloused pads of her fingers digging in to press against me—enough to make me gasp, quiver in her hold.
I spread my legs for her, and she kissed my neck in reward.
With a sudden yank, Mae ripped the lace.
Once, twice, then threw the scraps away.
Reaching eagerly to me again, she cupped the fullness of my bush before dipping a finger inside.
My small gasp spurred her on, and she rubbed my wetness all over my clit before she brought the fingertip up to her mouth, tasting me.
Her eyes were molten. I couldn’t do anything but stare and stroke her firm chest, the small handfuls of her breasts.
She licked her lips. I was faintly aware that I was panting, heart racing, by the way her gaze kept darting from my face to my heaving chest, as if she couldn’t look away from the sight.
I leaned over and undid the buckle at her waist, the laces too. She helped me, wiggling out of her leathers fully. We’d gotten better at it with practice.
Reaching for her underwear, I said with a smile, “I should return the favor, since you’re always ripping my clothes off.”
But she grinned wolfishly and stayed my hands, pulling them down herself.
“You have much more to spare, lady. And can you really blame me?” Pulling me closer again, she whispered low in my ear, “When you look like this? Smell and taste like this? How could I spare any more time getting to your sweet cunt?”
I shivered, felt her strong hand reaching down to me again as the other came up to rub my ass.
One, two fingers pushed inside me gently.
I whimpered into her shoulder. Mae held me tighter, moving inside firmer, adding a third finger.
The fullness stretched me, made my head spin.
I reached for her too, feeling the wetness of her wispy hairs, circling her clit. The smell of her filled my senses.
“Dove… fuck, you… you’re so perfect.” Her rasp against my neck.
The dampness of her chest, beads of sweat pearling.
She moved her fingers faster now, shifting to my clit, right where I wanted them.
The pressure, the heat… I leaned into her more, pouring the ecstasy from my rising orgasm into where I touched her, my fingertips circling more and more firmly.
Nails of my other hand scratching the base of her scalp like she loved, tugging her hair at the root lightly until her groans grew gasping, harsh.
We raced toward the edge together, moving against each other.
Everything bright, fast, light descending on me rapidly. Everything Mae.
I shattered at her touch, screaming into her shoulder, the heat and perfect bliss overpowering.
She followed me, holding my body as if afraid of letting go, shaking against me as the last ripples of our orgasms moved through us.
I felt her heart beat against mine through our chests, her lips on my temple, and thought that there had never been a more perfect moment in the world than this.