CHAPTER 31
Maisie loved India’s lips. They were so full and soft, and whenever Maisie wanted to deepen the kiss by sucking on one of them, India was always right there, prepared, as if she had known what Maisie had wanted or maybe she had wanted it, too.
“Maise?” India asked after several minutes of this nice, slow pace.
“Yeah?”
“Can we…” India pulled back a little, causing Maisie to swallow when she started unbuttoning one of those cute pajama tops Maisie had seen in her closet drawer. “Are you ready?”
Maisie thought for a second. Yes, she was ready for this.
She was ready to touch India and be touched by her.
The fact that they had made it through the bumps and were still here told Maisie what she needed to know.
She nodded but put her hands over India’s, wanting to undo those buttons herself.
She’d had dreams of undoing those buttons, trying to find out what India wore beneath shirts like this, if anything at all.
There were only six buttons, and one was already undone, but her hands shook a little as she tried to undo the next one.
“Are you sure?” India checked. “We can wait. It’s been a long day. I–”
“I’ve just…” Maisie finally managed to get one button undone. “I’ve never felt so close to someone before, so I’m pretty new to this.” She undid the next one. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Me too,” India replied, cupping Maisie’s cheek.
“Really?”
“I think we can acknowledge that we’ve both done this before with other people, right?”
Maisie chuckled and undid the next button as India’s words were helping her nerves.
“Yes, I think we can acknowledge it.”
“And that we don’t want to diminish those experiences with those people because some of those people are still pretty important to us.”
“Yes,” she agreed, finishing the last two buttons.
“But this is different,” India said.
“Yes,” Maisie replied and met India’s eyes as she spread her shirt apart. Then, moving her hand between India’s bare breasts, which had been revealed to her, she looked down at them and said softly, “You’re beautiful.”
“Can I see you?”
Maisie sighed and lifted her arms in the air.
India shrugged off her own shirt, letting it fall to the floor, before she reached for Maisie’s T-shirt, lifted it, and pulled it off. Maisie still had her bra on, which she only realized when she saw the look of disappointment on India’s face.
“You can take that off, too, you know?” Maisie laughed a little.
India gave her a little glare that was pretty damn sexy and reached behind Maisie to unclasp the bra, which wasn’t sexy in the slightest. Maisie let it gather in between them, and then India pulled it away and tossed it to the floor.
India’s dark pupils grew even darker, and Maisie couldn’t resist touching her anymore.
Her hands went to India’s back, and she rubbed up and down before she pressed herself to India and let her warmth overtake her.
Her lips moved to India’s collarbone, kissing there but not lingering.
She wanted to have her lips on India’s neck and her jaw.
“We should lie down,” India suggested.
“Why? I like you here,” she replied, sucking on India’s pulse point. “I have you right where I want you.”
“Oh, you’re going to fight me to be on top, aren’t you?” India said.
“Technically, you’re on top right now,” Maisie pointed out.
“So, that’s a yes,” India concluded.
Maisie moved her mouth to India’s breast, pulled a nipple into her mouth, and sucked lightly, waiting for India to respond.
“That’s definitely a yes,” India said as she wrapped her arms around Maisie’s neck.
“You still want to lie down?” Maisie asked before she licked the nipple she’d just brought to a point.
“Yes,” India replied. “But I’d–”
“You want to have your head against the pillow right now, don’t you?” Maisie asked seriously, not wanting to tease India.
“Yes,” India said, sighing.
Maisie let go of her, allowing India to get up and stand in front of her.
Then, Maisie spread her own legs and pulled India back in against her, holding her there while she kissed India’s stomach and bathed every exposed inch of skin she could reach with kisses and licks.
She cupped India’s breasts and opened her eyes when she felt India moving.
“Off,” India said and wriggled out of her matching sleep pants, letting them gracefully fall down to her ankles before she stepped out of them.
“Oh, fuck,” Maisie said, pulling back a little. “You knew this would happen.”
“I hoped for it, yes, but if it didn’t, that would’ve been okay,” India said, running her hands along the sides of Maisie’s neck.
“You’re wearing…”
“My red lace, yes,” India replied. “I would’ve worn the matching bra, too, but that seemed like too much.”
“Can you… turn around, maybe?”
India smiled down at her, but she did as requested and slowly turned.
The lingerie she was wearing cupped her ass in the best way possible, so Maisie simultaneously never wanted these panties off and wanted to tear at them until they were on the floor.
When India faced her again, Maisie couldn’t help but stare.
She could see India through the thin lace.
She just sat there, watching India move onto the bed, before she finally stood when she had to, because India was lying down now, her legs slightly parted, making Maisie’s mouth water.
Maisie reached the end of the bed as she continued to stare at her, thinking about what to do first, because she wanted to do everything all at once.
Deciding to remove her jeans first, she undid the button and zipper.
Her jeans weren’t those nice silk pajamas, though, so they didn’t exactly fall gracefully to the floor.
Instead, she had to wriggle out of them and then kick at them a few times before she was finally free of them.
India was smiling knowingly at her, but she said nothing.
Maisie was wearing plain, white cotton hip-huggers that weren’t exactly her least hot pair of panties, but India didn’t seem to mind, because when she lowered her eyes to them, she licked her lips.
In turn, Maisie’s eyes went back to those parted legs and the lace she could see through.
She knelt on the bed and swallowed, deciding to take a chance.
“Will you touch yourself over them for me?”
India looked a little surprised at her request but didn’t say anything.
Maisie worried she might have gone a little too far, but India’s response to her earlier question about wanting to have her head against the pillow led Maisie to believe that she might want something like this right now.
So, she waited, and soon, India’s hand moved to her center.
Maisie’s mouth opened when India began to stroke herself over the fabric.
“Oh, my God,” she said as she watched.
“I’d rather you do this,” India said, but she didn’t stop stroking.
“I will, but… Maybe under now?” she asked more than commanded.
She would need some practice if this was something that worked for both of them, because she suspected India hadn’t let anyone tell her what to do in bed; maybe in her life, too. India smiled at her, though, and Maisie nearly growled as she watched India’s hand disappear into her panties.
“I’m already wet,” India said.
“Oh,” Maisie said. “How wet?”
“You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” India teased.
“Okay,” she replied and shifted until she was standing again.
She lowered her cotton panties to the floor and watched India’s eyes rake over her. Then, India’s hand began to move faster.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” India said. “Please get on top of me.”
Maisie wondered if India had ever said that sentence to anyone before, but she climbed on top of her without asking, feeling a little extra pep in her step, picturing herself as the only woman whom India had let top her like this.
She moved India’s hand and looked down at it as she held it gently by the wrist.
“I can see,” she said.
“Do you want to–”
“Yes. But I want my first taste of you to be when I’m down there,” she said, looking down between India’s legs as she settled between them.
She moved both of India’s hands beside her head, holding them in her own with their fingers entwined, and kissed her.
Feeling their breasts pressed together turned her on like crazy.
India’s nipples were rock-hard, and Maisie knew they needed her mouth.
She lowered her lips until she could suck on one and heard India’s gasp.
“Will you tell me what you like?” she asked and sucked again.
“You seem to be figuring it out all on your own,” India said.
Maisie bathed India’s nipples with attention, but neither of them calmed, and those peaks were what she stared at as she went down India’s body.
She cupped India’s breasts and kissed her hip bones, moving to the spot under India’s belly button.
Once there, Maisie didn’t waste any time.
She reached for the hem of those panties, tugged them down while she covered India’s thighs with her lips, and tossed the garment aside before she settled back on top of her, pressing her center to India’s for the first time.
“You really hoped for this tonight?” she asked in a moment of vulnerability that she wasn’t sure she’d ever shown anyone else before.
“I felt like we made some progress on the phone,” India replied, pushing Maisie’s hair out of her face. “You make me want to be better, Maise. I’ve never felt that way before.”
Maisie smiled down at her and said, “I’ve never felt this before, either.”
“Not even with Lainey?”
“Not even with Finley?” she tossed back.
India shook her head seriously.
“Not even with Lainey,” Maisie replied and kissed India’s lips. “Not even close.”
India took her hand then and moved it between them, and before Maisie knew it, she was cupping India and trying to remember how to touch a woman because the heat she felt there had her brain all muddled.
“Touch me,” India requested so softly, Maisie almost didn’t hear her.
Her hand traveled a little lower, and she slid her fingers deeper into that heat, feeling just how wet India was for her.
Maisie lowered her forehead until it was pressed to India’s, and she stroked her slowly for a few seconds before she positioned her own sex over India’s thigh and pressed down into her.
“Oh,” India said.
“Yeah, oh,” Maisie replied, kissing her lips as she sped up her strokes.
India moaned into her mouth, and Maisie knew that India wanted, needed more, because she did, too.
To provide that, though, she had to reluctantly slow her strokes, earning a little whimper that made her smile against India’s mouth as she lowered her fingers.
Slipping one inside, Maisie let her adjust to it, pulled out, and pushed back in with two fingers.
India nodded as they continued to kiss, and her legs spread wider.
Maisie couldn’t hold on anymore and began rubbing herself against India’s thigh in search of at least some relief, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
When India tried to place her hand there to cup Maisie or touch her, Maisie moved it away and held it by India’s head.
“Later, I promise. I want to make you come, babe.”
“You are,” India said, her breath coming in short bursts now. “God, you are. You feel… so good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Maisie replied, knowing she never wanted to stop.
If she could live in this moment forever, she would.
Despite the ache between her legs that needed to be addressed, she knew she could live without that if it meant staying inside India like this while she rocked into her and felt India’s whole body pressed against her.
Maisie curled, flicked, and issued a few thrusts, earning moans, gasps, and grunts as she did.
Minutes later, when India’s hips began rocking against her hand, she also added her thumb to India’s clit, and India yelled her pleasure.
“Yes! Yes!”
Maisie opened her eyes and watched India unravel below her, now wishing she could live in this moment forever because India was beautiful when she let go like this.
Her eyes were tightly shut. Her mouth was open wide.
Her cheeks were bright red, along with her neck and chest, and her nipples were still taut with need that Maisie had every intention of addressing.
“God,” India said very softly, almost in a whisper. “That was…”
India’s eyes were still closed, and Maisie smiled down at her. She could see a few beads of sweat at the top of India’s head and kissed her just beneath them.
“I haven’t come like that in…” India paused and began to move her mouth around a bit as if it required adjustment to say more words. “God, ever. My jaw locked, I think.”
Maisie laughed and said, “I shouldn’t have laughed at that. Sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m more than fine, actually,” India told her, opening her eyes. “That was amazing.”
“You don’t let women do this usually, do you?” Maisie asked.
“Not usually, no,” India replied and took a deep breath. “Clearly, my mistake, because that was amazing.”
“How did it work?” Maisie asked.
“How did what work?” India asked.
“Sex, with you–”
“If you ask me about sex with my exes while we’re in the middle of it, I’m never letting you top me again,” India said, laughing.
“But you liked it so much,” she teased, kissing her nose.
“I like it so much. It’s not over yet, right?” India asked.
“No, it’s not.”
“And it’s not like I never let another woman on top. It was more about control, okay?”
“Control?”
“Yes. I liked to be in control.”
“And now?”
India ran her hands down to Maisie’s ass, gripped it, and gave it a squeeze.
“I like you being in control. For now,” she added with a wink.
“Then, I should take advantage of this while I can.”
Maisie lowered to India’s right nipple and took it into her mouth.
“Take advantage of me however you want,” India said, holding Maisie’s head to her breast.
“I’m thinking about staying here for a while. They seem to need me.”
She switched to the other breast.
“I know somewhere else that needs you right now,” India replied.
“Oh, yeah? Where’s that?” she teased, running a fingertip down India’s neck. “Here?”
India shook her head.
“Here?” Maisie asked, using her finger to pull gently at India’s bottom lip.
India shook her head again.
“No? I’m out of ideas, then,” she joked.
“Remember when you mentioned wanting to taste me earlier?” India asked.
“Oh, right,” she feigned. “You want that right now?”
When India nodded, Maisie lowered herself between her legs, breathed her in, and took her with her mouth.