Honeyfires #3
She came with a cry that was half my name, half incoherent pleasure, her body going rigid as waves of orgasm crashed through her. I kept my mouth on her through all of it, gentling my movements as she rode out the aftershocks, until she was trembling and oversensitive and trying to pull away.
"Too much," she gasped.
But I wasn't done. I needed more, needed to see her completely undone, needed to give her something that would make her forget about reporters and op-eds and workplace tension.
So before she could recover, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped our positions, spreading her out beneath me on the bed.
"Petra, what—"
"I need to test something," I said simply, sliding two fingers inside her. "I need you to come for me again first."
"I don't think I can—oh god."
My fingers curled, finding that spot inside her that made her back arch off the bed. She was so wet, so open, taking my fingers easily as I began to move. I watched her face as I fucked her, watched pleasure chase away the stress and worry that had been living there for weeks.
"That's it," I encouraged, my thumb finding her clit. "Let go for me, baby. Give me everything."
"It feels—" She broke off, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Different. It feels different."
I increased the pressure, my fingers pumping faster, harder, focusing on that spot that was making her incoherent. "Different how?"
"I don't know, like—like something's building—" Her eyes went wide with something between pleasure and panic. "Petra, I think—"
And then she was coming, but this time was different. Fluid gushed from her, soaking my hand, the sheets, as her body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm. She cried out, shocked and overwhelmed, her whole body shaking as I worked her through it.
When it subsided, she lay there panting, staring at me with wide, amazed eyes. "What was that? Did I just—"
"You squirted," I said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. "Fuck, Vera, that was hot."
"I didn't know I could do that." She looked dazed. "I've never—"
"Want to do it again?"
Her eyes darkened. "Yes. God, yes."
I slid my fingers back inside her, and she moaned, still sensitive but clearly wanting more. This time I was rougher, knowing what her body could handle now, fucking her hard with my fingers while my thumb worked her clit in tight circles.
"Watch," I commanded. "Watch what I'm doing to you."
She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes fixed on where my hand was moving between her legs. The sight of it—her watching me fuck her—made desire course through my veins.
"You're so perfect," I said, my voice rough with arousal. "So beautiful when you let go. So responsive under my hands."
"Petra, I’m going to—again—"
"Do it," I urged. "Soak the sheets for me. Show me how good I make you feel."
She came harder this time, her whole body going rigid as she squirted again, the fluid warm and abundant on my hand. She collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Holy shit," she breathed. "I can't—I need a minute—"
I withdrew my fingers gently, moving up to kiss her softly. She tasted like salt and satisfaction, like honey and fire… honeyfires. Like she was both the heat and the sweetness, dripping desire, dripping fire, dripping that delicious honey.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed with pleasure and exhaustion.
"Your turn," she said, her hands already reaching for me. "But I don't think I have the strength to do much. So just... lie back and let me watch."
"Watch?" I raised an eyebrow, a grin already spreading.
"Mmhmm." A tired but wicked smile crossed her face. "Touch yourself for me. Let me see you."
The idea sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I moved to lie beside her, avoiding the wet spot her squirting had left on the sheets, and spread my legs slightly.
"Like this?" I asked, my hand sliding down my stomach.
"Exactly like that." Her eyes were fixed on my hand, dark and hungry. "Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I was already so worked up from making her come, from the taste of her on my tongue and the sight of her falling apart. It didn't take much, just a few circles of my fingers on my clit, my other hand moving to my breast, before I was climbing toward my own release.
"You're so beautiful," Vera murmured, her hand coming to rest on my thigh, anchoring me. "So strong and gorgeous and perfect. I love watching you like this, love seeing you let go."
"Vera.” My hips started moving, seeking more friction.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need." Her hand slid higher on my thigh, not touching where I was touching myself but close enough to feel the heat. "I want to watch you come. Want to see your face when you let go."
I was close, so close, the coil of pleasure tightening with every stroke. But before I could tip over the edge, Vera found her strength. She shifted, pushing my hand away and replacing it with her mouth.
"Fuck—" The word came out strangled as her tongue found my clit.
"Let me," she said against my skin. "Let me finish you."
And she did, her mouth working me with practiced skill, her fingers sliding inside to curl just right. The combination pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my hand fisting in her hair as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
When I could breathe again, she crawled up to lie beside me, both of us sweaty and satisfied and utterly spent. We shifted slightly to avoid the wet spot—evidence of what we'd just done, of the intimacy we'd reclaimed after weeks of crisis.
"I love you," I whispered, pulling her close.
"I love you too." She pressed a kiss to my collarbone. "So much."
"Thank you," I said. "For the article. For standing by me. For being brave when I couldn't be."
"We're in this together," she murmured, already drifting toward sleep. "Always together."
"Tuesday," I said quietly.
"Tuesday," she agreed. "And then it's done, one way or another. We face whatever the answer is together."
"Together."
She was asleep within minutes, her breath evening out against my collarbone. I stayed awake a little longer, holding her, thinking about Vera's enormous, brave heart, and how I had somehow ended up with such a perfect woman in my corner.
Whatever came on Tuesday, I wouldn't face it alone.
Because I had my fire, and I had my honey to soothe it.
Honeyfires.