Chapter 21
JACKIE
Iwas giddy as hell all over. Sarah didn’t have to forgive me—or even take me back—but she did, and I celebrated inside. But I was also grateful.
As I followed her upstairs, I took in the space around me.
Light gray walls and a darker, smokey gray color decorated the planks that made up the stairs we ascended.
It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom townhome, and her bedroom to the left was fit for the queen she was.
The light gray furniture and blush pink bedding and décor were as feminine and airy as her.
It also bred a sense of calm which I felt as soon as we crossed into the doorway.
“Let’s take a shower. I missed out on it while fucking you downstairs,” she teased accusingly. I shook off her robe and handed it to her so she could hang it back up, but instead, she brought it to her nose and inhaled.
“It smells like us.” She blurted out shrugging unashamedly. I just grinned at her.
Sarah kept going until she made it to the ensuite bathroom, and she activated the shower water, allowing it to heat up until steam billowed above.
Joining her in the stark white, minimalist bathroom, we each stepped into the walk-in shower. It had dual showerheads and black and gray subway tiles, creating a checkerboard style. It also had amazing water pressure. The little things in life mattered.
After the perfunctory shower that was filled with slight touches and stolen kisses under the spray, we dried off using Sarah’s soft, cushiony towels that felt like clouds.
Padding across the room to where my overnight bag sat, I dug for something to sleep in and settled on a purple camisole and shorts set that felt like a second skin.
Even with the colder temperatures outside with the winter season, I knew I’d have no problem staying warm tucked under the luxurious comforter spread across Sarah’s bed.
It was soft and thick, just like her. I brushed my teeth and took my insulin, ready to snuggle up for the night when she walked out of the bathroom in this baby pink lingerie that had me slack jawed and my body heating up all over again.
It was lacy and see-through and showed every freckle across her body.
Form-fitting with a thong back and long sleeves, it clung to her curves. I was speechless.
“Wow,” That was all I could manage to say.
She blushed a little, which surprised me. Sarah was the more confident and brazen of the two of us, which I’d admired.
“Are you ready for bed, love?” She asked sweetly as she stalked toward where I lay in the bed awaiting her to accompany me. She was the hunter, and I the prey.
I cleared my throat and nodded my head vigorously, causing her to giggle in delight.
She slid in next to me and turned out the bedside lamp. Clasping the side of my neck and pulling me forward, she placed feather-light goodnight kisses all over my face. My forehead, both cheeks, the tip of my nose, and lastly, my lips. I was turned on all over again.
Before we knocked out for the night, I decided to put myself out there and ask the question that had been burning in my mind all evening. “So, I guess I’m your girlfriend now?” Nervous of her response, I swallowed audibly.
Sarah pulled me even closer and bit my earlobe, responding with, “No. You’re my everything,” and I nearly cried all over again.
We moved completely into each other’s personal space and just held each other. What felt like hours was probably only a few minutes, and eventually we both fell into a deep slumber.
I roused from sleep as the little spoon.
Sarah was wrapped around me like a spider monkey, which was cute but also made me sad, as if she was paranoid I’d run off again.
Guilt and anxiety slammed into me, but I tamped them down, remembering everything that had been repaired between us, although I had the feeling I’d be forever earning her trust back.
I let out a monster yawn, and she stirred behind me, beginning to caress me in her half-sleep state.
I took one of her hands and clasped it in mine, bringing them up to my lips to place a single, loving kiss on the back.
Sarah whimpered behind me and awoke fully, pulling away to stretch her supine body.
A sleepy grin consumed her, and her morning voice was a little raspy.
“Good morning my love,” she greeted me and then rolled back in my direction to kiss my cheek and that sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck collided.
“I will be right right back.” She headed toward her attached bathroom, swaying those hips and amazing ass, and shut the door.
I figured she was doing her morning business and brushing her teeth, and I needed to do the same.
I got up to do just that, crossing the hall to the guest bedroom to use the facilities there.
Once finished, I met her back in her sanctuary, and she was already back in the bed, love and lust building in her gaze.
Just like Johnny Castle she crooked her finger at me with a smirk on her face, summoning me back to where I belonged, right next to her. Crawling back onto the luxurious mattress, she turned sideways and just stared at me for a beat.
“What’s wrong?” My worry was fighting for the top spot in my brain.
“I have a question for you. There’s something I want to do with you, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready.” Her nerves made me want to cradle her in my arms forever.
“Tell me,” I nearly demanded. I’d do just about anything with—and for— her by now.
“What are your thoughts on me fucking you? I mean really fucking you. I have a vibrating strap-on, and?—”
Before she could even breathe the rest of her sentence I responded eagerly “Yes. Please yes. I consent. Fuck yes.” That elicited one of her brilliant smiles that outshone any fluorescent or LED light.
With that, she scurried out of bed and opened the top drawer of her bedside table.
Out came a bottle of lube, a pink harness—because of course it was pink—and the actual piece that she would attach.
The dildo was an adequate size, but it wasn’t a monster, which I appreciated.
I eyed the items with curiosity since this was new to me, at least in real life.
I wasn’t lying when I told Sarah that porn helps some.
I’d started watching more girl-on-girl stuff to familiarize myself more.
“Just like last night, if at any time you want to stop, just let me know. This can be overwhelming for your first time, and I want to make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying the experience. I’ll be honest, I’ve imagined this moment for a while now, hoping I’d someday get to use this with you.”
She set the supplies aside and beckoned me to the edge of the bed. We came together in a flurry of kisses and touches and clothing removal, though there wasn’t much to take off.
“I need to get my baby good and fucking ready, isn’t that right?” I loved her dirty mouth so much. It was one of the hottest things about her.
“Please,” I whimpered and begged.
“Lie down and relax. Trust me to take care of you.” The caress of her hand lingered down my torso to natural curls I’d let grow out between my legs that were likely already drenched in my juices.
“I love how natural you are, and you smell amazing,” then she leaned down to take in my aroma.
Patience wasn’t my strong suit, so I was beginning to get restless.
Seconds later, I felt the swipe of her tongue against my swollen clit, causing me to arch into her face.
“Oh no, baby. You got to be still for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hmmm, I like the sound of that.” She returned to eating me out like I was her last meal, feasting on every inch of what lie between my legs.
Her tongue then penetrated me, and she began to fuck my pussy with it, in and out.
In and out. It was a sensation I’d never felt before, and I was delirious with want.
Wild with need. Thrashing against the sheets, my climax was just within reach, and Sarah decided to edge me, stopping just as I was about to fall over the cliff into oblivion.
“Are you ready?”
“Beyond. Please fuck me now!” She laughed at my enthusiasm.
Sarah stepped into the pink harness and attached the vibrator to the slot, holding it perfectly in place. I peered up at her, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful. My heart exploded in my chest, and I was unable to form words.
“The tip vibrates, and the other end has a small vibrator that buzzes gently against my clit so we both get ours. And don’t worry.
It’s new and has been cleaned to be ready for use.
” She beamed at me, and I was so far gone.
She began to pour lube onto the silicone and stroke up and down as if this was her dick, and she was prepared to give me every inch of it.
“Scoot back some, baby.” I crab walked backward up the mattress to give her room to climb atop me.
Lifting my legs so that my ankles nearly met my ears, she pushed forward and slid into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch. The vibes from its tip stimulated the nerve endings at my opening. Then she slammed into me, filling me to the hilt, and a wild, feral moan escaped me.
“You take me so good, baby. You take me so good.” And she began to thrust in earnest, riding me hard.
“And just so you know, I’m not fucking you.
We. Are. Making. Love.” She punctuated each word of that last sentence with a slow drag of her dick.
My entire body began to shake with the tremors of my first orgasm, and when it crested, tears seeped out of the corners of my eyes, down my temples, and into my hair.
Staring straight into each other’s eyes at every stroke created this thick air of emotion charging between us.
I couldn’t stop the salty streams from falling, nor did I want to.
I came so hard it felt like my damaged soul had broken free.
Sarah continued to penetrate me through the last vestiges of my climax, and reached between us, rubbing my hard, sensitive clit.
On her last thrust, she pulled out gently, allowing the sensation of the vibrations to touch every inch of my vaginal walls. It was all-consuming.
“Turn over baby. Face down, ass up.”
Heeding her instructions, I assumed the position. From this angle, my woman slowly caressed and squeezed my ass cheeks.
“This ass is glorious. I’m going to enjoy watching it jiggle as I take you from behind.”
She reinserted the silicone dick into my wetness, and the shock of the vibrations nearly sent me careening into pleasure. Our simultaneous moans echoed through her bedroom. Then I felt a glorious smack on my right cheek, causing me to yelp out.
“Are you good, baby?”
“Very.” Sarah proceeded to massage the sting away and committed the same sensual act with my left cheek. She continued with two more swats to each side and urged me to play with my swollen clit.
“I’m almost there. Come with me,” she breathed out.
And in a freakishly short amount of time after that, we came together in a mess of wailing and panting, sensations and sounds crashing together like a twisted kaleidoscope.
The device was switched off, and I was suddenly empty, Sarah having pulled out to remove the harness and clean us—and the toys—up. A warm washcloth gently wiped against my folds and inner thigh. This woman, my woman was such a nurturer. That was just one of the many reasons why I loved her.
Sarah discarded the washcloth, washed her hands, and joined me back in the bed, climbing in to wrap her arms around me and cuddle me to her chest.
“How are you feeling, Jackie?” Not baby. Not J. Not love. She used my name, so I understood this was a serious question.
“I feel amazing. My mind, body, and soul are light as air, all the stress and worry of the past ceasing to exist. You’ve freed me, Sarah.
I never knew I could feel like this with another person.
” I sat up and took her hands in mine. Her copper curls framed her heart-shaped face, and she glowed, her pale, freckled skin covered in a sheen.
We grinned at each other like a couple of loons then broke out into a fit of giggles, falling into each other.
“I love you so much. To the moon and back, cliché as it might sound.” She whispered into my hair as we lay together.
“And I, you.”