26. The Final Surrender #2
Each suck of Kate’s lips radiated pleasure in waves that made her legs go weak, causing her fingers to tighten their grip on Kate’s hair and making her forget how to breathe properly.
Gina thought this was just a dream. A maddening, impossible dream that her desperate mind had conjured up in the darkness of her lonely nights.
It had to be; this kind of desire—and this way of being desired—didn’t happen to people like her.
Women who lived like men didn’t get the chance to feel another woman’s mouth venerating their bodies with such hunger, such reverence.
She opened her eyes again, needing to see it, needing proof that this was real, that it truly was Kate who was there, practically kneeling before her.
Her fingers, still tangled in Kate’s hair, tugged at the last few pins holding it in place.
Kate’s black hair tumbled completely free then, sliding like a silken curtain over Gina’s chest, covering the skin that Kate’s mouth couldn’t reach.
While her lips, sealed around Gina’s nipple, suckled and licked with absolute devotion, at the same time that her hand caressed the other breast with delicate squeezes.
Gina couldn’t miss a single moment of this, couldn’t risk closing her eyes and losing even one second of watching Kate desire her like this, touch her like this, claim her like this, as though she were something precious instead of something wrong.
Kate’s left hand squeezed and massaged Gina’s other breast, while her thumb began to caress the neglected nipple. She experimented with different pressures—slow circles that elicited soft moans, firmer pinches that made Gina gasp and writhe.
She had no idea what she was doing. No prior experience had prepared her for this.
But Gina’s reactions were teaching her everything she needed to know.
Every time Kate shifted the rhythm of her tongue, Gina’s breathing hitched in a different way.
Every time she increased the suction, Gina’s fingers dug deeper into her hair.
Every time she gave a gentle nip, Gina’s hips thrust forward, seeking more.
A crash course in desire, and Kate was an avid student.
She switched to the other breast without warning, capturing the dry nipple between her lips and moistening it as well, while her hand took the place of her mouth on the first. She wanted to lavish attention on both.
She wanted Gina to feel her mouth, her hands, her devotion on every inch of her skin.
“Kate,” Gina whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke the name. “Mmm… Kate…”
The sound of her own name in Gina’s sweet voice—spoken like that, with such broken, desperate need—ignited something wild deep in her gut. She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still grazing that hot, damp skin.
“You taste delicious,” she murmured against her. Then she began to suckle again, harder, more demanding. Her hand worked the other nipple mercilessly now, squeezing it, pinching it, tugging at it between her fingers while her mouth devoured her.
Kate couldn’t tell where Gina’s pleasure ended and her own began. Every moan she coaxed from Gina’s throat made her burn even hotter. Every tremor of Gina’s body against hers fueled her own need until it hurt, until it left her wet and trembling, too.
She wanted more. She needed more. She needed to know exactly how to make Gina completely shatter.
Kate’s hand slid down Gina’s side, tracing the curve of her hip to her belly. And when her fingers found the waistband of Gina’s trousers, she paused.
She released Gina’s breast with a soft pop, looking up with eyes dark with hunger.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her voice rough. Her fingers toyed with the waistband. “Here.”
Gina’s breath caught. “Kate… are… are you sure?”
“Yes.” Kate’s answer was immediate, certain. “Let me. Please.”
Gina’s hand caught Kate’s wrist, fingers wrapping tight there for a second. Then, she guided it down, past the waistband of her trousers and beneath the thin fabric of her undergarments.
Neither of them broke eye contact in that decisive moment, as Kate’s hand reached Gina’s most sensitive spot.
And when Kate’s fingers touched Gina’s wetness, that first touch of skin against skin, made them both cry out at the same time.
“Mmm… oh, God…!” cried Gina.
Slowly, Kate’s fingers traced downward through slick heat, finding even more wetness as she explored, evidence of desire so profound it made her dizzy with want. Her eyes widened at the wetness she felt there, at the evidence of how much Gina wanted this, how much she wanted her.
She cupped her entirely, covering her completely with her palm, and pressed there.
The moan that tore from Gina’s throat—and the way she closed her eyes, tilting her head back in an involuntary gesture—melted Kate beyond words. She leaned in and subtly nibbled the tip of her chin, before tracing the entire line of her jaw with her tongue, all the way down to her neck.
“There,” she whispered in her ear, her voice trembling and hoarse with desire. “Is this good?”
At first, Gina couldn’t speak. She opened her mouth, but no words came out—only a broken sound, halfway between a sob and a moan. She gripped Kate’s hair tightly, almost tugging at it.
“Yeesss,” she finally managed to articulate, drawing out the word in a sigh of pure pleasure. “Oh, yes… God, yes. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Kate’s fingers explored tentatively, learning the shape of her, feeling the heat radiating from within. She watched her face as she touched, cataloging every reaction, learning avidly—the flutter of her eyelashes, the parting of her lips, the way she sounded desperate and tortured and sensitive.
“More,” Gina breathed, her hips pressing forward into Kate’s hand. “Please… I need—”
Kate understood what she wanted, what she needed, what she was asking of her, because she also remembered. She moved her hand instinctively, exploring, sliding up and down, just as Gina had done with her before when she was disguised as Jason.
“Like this?” Kate asked, her fingers circling, pressing, testing.
“Mmm,” Gina moaned, her head still pressed against the wall, biting her lips intermittently. “God, yes—just like—oh—”
Kate’s mouth found Gina’s then, swallowing the sounds she was making, inhaling every moan, every gasp.
The kiss was messy, desperate, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. Gina grasped Kate’s neck and pressed her against her mouth, holding her close while her fingers drove her wild with pleasure, working there between her thighs with a confidence that grew with every second.
Kate had found a rhythm—slow circles that made Gina whimper, then firmer pressure that made her hips buck forward. Kate’s other hand gripped Gina’s hip, steadying her, holding her against the wall while offering her a torturous pleasure.
“You feel so good,” Kate murmured against Gina’s lips. “So perfect. Tell me what you need.”
“Inside,” Gina gasped, her voice breaking. “I need you inside—”
Kate’s fingers slipped lower, and when she felt how ready Gina was, how open, she slowly pressed one finger inside. The sensation made them both freeze for a second—Gina at the feeling of being filled, Kate at the tight heat surrounding her finger, completely marveled by it.
“Is this alright?” Kate whispered, searching Gina’s face.
“More,” Gina demanded, her hips moving, seeking. “I want more.”
Kate added a second finger, pressing deeper, and Gina cried out at the stretch, at the fullness.
Her hand tightened in Kate’s hair, pulling her into another bruising kiss as Kate began to move—slow at first, learning the rhythm, then faster as Gina’s body demanded more, as her hips demanded more friction.
“That’s it,” Kate breathed between kisses. “Show me what you want.”
Gina’s hips moved in counterpoint to Kate’s hand, riding her fingers with increasing desperation.
The sounds she was making, broken moans and gasped pleas, were driving Kate wild and beyond.
She curled her fingers, searching, and when Gina suddenly cried out louder, her entire body tensing, Kate knew she’d found what she was looking for.
“There,” Gina gasped. “Right there, don’t stop, please—”
Kate focused on that spot, her fingers stroking with purpose while her thumb found the bundle of nerves above and circled it in time with her thrusts. Gina was trembling violently now, her thighs shaking, her breath coming in sharp pants against Kate’s mouth.
“Kate,” Gina whimpered. “I’m going to—I can’t—”
“Let go,” Kate urged, her voice rough. “I have you.”
Gina’s release hit her like a wave, fast and profound. Her body went rigid, her back arching off the wall as pleasure crashed through her in overwhelming pulses. Kate’s name tore from her throat as she clenched around Kate’s fingers, her entire body shuddering with the force of it.
Kate held her through it, her fingers still moving gently, drawing out every last tremor. She kissed Gina’s jaw, her neck, her shoulder, murmuring soft words of praise and wonder as Gina slowly came back to herself.
When Gina’s trembling finally subsided, when her breathing began to slow, Kate carefully withdrew her hand. Gina whimpered at the loss, her legs threatening to give out. Kate wrapped her arms around her immediately, holding her up, holding her close.
“I’ve got you,” Kate whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Gina’s face pressed into Kate’s neck, and Kate felt wetness there that wasn’t sweat exactly—tears, she realized, tears streaming down Gina’s flushed cheeks.
“Hey,” Kate said gently, pulling back enough to see her face. “Are you alright? Did I hurt—?”
“No,” Gina hastened to say, laughing through tears as she rested her forehead against Kate’s and let out a sigh of relief. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just—” Her voice broke. “I never thought I could have this. That you wouldn’t want me like this. That you would want—”