CHAPTER 32
That first orgasm had been off-the-charts good.
India had meant it. Outside of some she’d given herself after a lot of hard work – sometimes, hours of it – that had been the best orgasm of her life.
How was that possible? Yes, Maisie’s fingers were long, but not that long, and they had moved inside her in a familiar way, not doing anything her body hadn’t felt before.
Maisie’s thumb pressing down on her clit had been what had pushed India over the edge, but the orgasm had started building minutes before that, deep inside her, and had rushed out of her so hard and fast, she’d worried she’d stained the bed.
India still wasn’t sure that she hadn’t.
Maisie hadn’t allowed her to move to check, and she was currently between her legs, about to make her come for a second time in mere minutes.
India’s brain was still trying to figure out why the first orgasm had been so good when Maisie stopped what she was doing with her tongue, causing India to open her mouth and eyes in protest. Maisie just smiled up at her with adoration in her eyes, though, and India realized it.
Maisie sucked on her clit, and India watched her.
She knew now that it hadn’t been because of any specific movement or a pattern of movements.
Yes, that might have caused the physical reaction of an orgasm, but it was because it had been Maisie that it had been so good.
Making love with her was different because, for the first time, India hadn’t tried to control the situation.
When Maisie made her come for a second time, India knew it wouldn’t be the last time they would do this.
She felt like they had gotten past those initial bumps and knew each other better because of it.
This wasn’t just sex, and it would never be just sex between the two of them.
Even though they hadn’t used the word ‘girlfriend’ yet, she knew that was what they were.
As India came down and finally opened her eyes, she caught Maisie looking up at her, resting her head against her thigh.
“Hi,” Maisie said softly.
“Hi,” she replied with a small giggle, feeling a little ridiculous at saying hello after Maisie had just done that to her.
“So, I was thinking,” Maisie began. “That I’d really like to do that again.”
“I hope so,” India replied.
“Yeah? I can?”
“Anytime you want,” India said, sighing.
“Now.”
“No, not now,” India replied, laughing.
“But you said anytime I wanted,” Maisie argued.
“Maise, I haven’t touched you yet.”
“I know. I can wait.” Maisie ran a finger through India’s wetness, stroking her still-sensitive clit. “You look like you still need me.”
“I think I’m just going to be walking around perpetually turned on now. Two mind-blowing orgasms practically guaranteed that.”
“Mind-blowing, huh?” Maisie asked with a smirk.
“Yes. You know they were.”
“No, I didn’t. I mean, I knew the first one was good.”
“Come up here,” India requested quietly.
Maisie shifted until she was hovering over her.
“I promise that I will always be honest with you in here, okay?” India said.
“Um… Okay.”
“You can and should be honest with me, too.”
“Meaning?” Maisie squinted at her.
“Meaning, I will always make sure you know just how good you make me feel.”
“And?”
“And if it’s not good, I won’t pretend that it is.”
Maisie nodded and said, “So, you’re telling me that you won’t fake it?”
India nodded and smiled at her.
“I won’t, either,” Maisie said. “But why did you need to say that now?”
“Because I have no idea how good I actually am at this,” India said. “I’m thirty-nine years old, and I’ve been with…” She stopped when she realized that she was about to say, ‘A lot of women,’ which wasn’t the best time to reveal. “Women. I’ve been with women.”
Maisie chuckled and said, “Got it.”
“But since, I’m guessing, I was my usual self and liked to control and have things my way, it’s entirely possible that some of them might have embellished or lied to me about how good I was at this.”
“A lot of women told you that you were good at sex, huh?” Maisie teased.
“A few. A few women,” she corrected.
“I won’t do that, okay?”
“You promise? Maisie, it’s important to me. I don’t want you to–”
“Have I given in to you yet?” Maisie asked, laughing a little. “I hardly think I’ll start in the bedroom, India.”
India sighed and said, “Okay.”
“And, babe?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really not worried,” Maisie told her and took India’s hand, lowering it between them and into her wetness. “This is what you do to me, after all.”
“Roll over,” India said. “Now, please.”
Maisie did, and India moved on top of her.
It wasn’t the first time she had looked down at Maisie like this, but it was the first time they were both naked, so India took the time to move her eyes over Maisie’s beautiful skin.
She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten so lucky, but here she was, thinking, ‘Finley, who?’ when they’d only been broken up a little over a month, because she had met quite possibly the woman of her dreams in Maisie Lincoln, a small bookshop owner who loved New Orleans as much as she did, who pushed her instead of giving in, who let India teach her about wine, and who had volunteered to go to the ballet or the opera with her.
India could even picture that now. Given how Maisie had asked questions during their wine lesson and genuinely seemed interested, she could see her doing the same at the ballet or opera, with India having to shush her and tell her she’d explain during intermission or after the performance.
She could see them holding hands and Maisie’s head going to her shoulder.
She could also see Maisie possibly falling asleep a little, which made her smile.
When she leaned down and kissed Maisie, she felt like she’d finally met her equal in the best way.
Never had India pictured herself with a baseball bat in her hands and a borrowed helmet on her head.
Never had she pictured herself eating fried fish at a blue shack or trying different beers because her girlfriend wanted her to.
As she kissed Maisie, she hoped that this was it for her because she had waited so long to find someone, and she’d been wrong every other time she had dated a woman.
She didn’t want to be wrong this time. She wanted Maisie to be the one.
She had no way of knowing if that was the case yet, but in her heart, she wished for it.
When India moved her hand down to Maisie’s sex, she just held it there, wanting to take in the moment and hold on to it forever, and when she finally began to stroke Maisie with her fingers, she watched Maisie’s face, taking that in, too.
She stroked faster, then, feeling how hard Maisie’s clit was and knowing that she needed to come now. They could do slow later.
“Yes,” Maisie let out and cupped India’s ass. “Move on me. Please.”
India wasn’t sure what she’d meant at first, but Maisie spread her legs a little farther apart, and India got it then. She moved her own sex over Maisie’s thigh, just how Maisie had done earlier, and began rocking as she stroked. Maisie’s eyes opened, and she watched India’s body move.
“Oh, wow,” Maisie said and put both of her hands on India’s hips. “Can you come like this?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Will you?”
“Not until you do.”
“I’m almost there. Just don’t stop, and I’ll come,” Maisie told her, her grip on India’s hips growing harder, turning her on.
Maisie was watching her as she helped her move faster at the same time, and India felt the orgasm building within her already.
She was so wet, gliding over Maisie’s hard muscle and soft skin while Maisie’s eyes were all over her.
Then, Maisie lifted her head to take India’s nipple into her mouth, and that was it.
India still attempted to hold it back, but when Maisie gave her ass a little smack, she couldn’t any longer.
“I’m coming,” she let out.
“God, so am I,” Maisie said and reattached her mouth to India’s nipple, sucking it in time with India’s thrusts on her thigh.
Maisie grunted against her breast, and India continued to stroke her until Maisie finally lowered her mouth, needing to catch her breath.
India’s movements slowed as she rubbed herself all over Maisie’s thigh, still coming down herself, and when she entered her lover, Maisie’s eyes shot open, and she nodded rapidly.
“Yes! Yes!”
India took that as a good sign and thrust inside her.
“More,” Maisie demanded.
India pulled out, added a finger, and pushed back inside, lowering herself back down on top of Maisie.
“Harder,” Maisie said.
India wanted to come again just from listening to this woman tell her what she wanted, but she moved her lips to Maisie’s ear and sucked on the lobe.
“You’re so sexy when you tell me what you want,” she said as she thrust harder. “Will you do it again for me?”
“Yes! Deeper,” Maisie told her. “Deeper, baby.”
Her arms wrapped around India’s shoulders, and India obliged, grunting against Maisie’s neck.
“You like that?” Maisie asked.
“Yes,” she whispered as she continued to thrust.
“What if I told you that I wanted you to flip me over and take me from behind?” Maisie asked.
“Now?” she checked, looking down at Maisie but not stopping her movements.
“Next,” Maisie said with a smirk.
“That’s what you want, right? Not what you think I–”
“India fuck me now, and then fuck me again,” Maisie said. “Suck on my nipple.”
Maisie grasped her own breast with one hand and the back of India’s head with the other, bringing India’s mouth down.
India felt her pussy grow wetter and needier again as she sucked hard on Maisie’s nipple, rolling her tongue around and searching for deeper inside Maisie with every thrust.
“Faster,” Maisie said.
India smirked against her nipple, bit down gently on it, and thrust faster.
“Fuck! Yes!” Maisie yelled into the room as she came on her fingers, but India didn’t stop until Maisie tapped the back of her neck, asking her to.
Then, instantly, India took that cue and stalled her fingers before she lifted her head to check on Maisie, hoping she hadn’t taken it too far.
“God, that was amazing,” Maisie said. “How long are those fingers of yours?”
India pulled out of her slowly and held them up for her to see.
“You should’ve played the piano,” Maisie joked as she tried to catch her breath.
“I do play the piano. There’s one in my living room.”
Maisie laughed and said, “Of course, you play the piano. I should’ve known that wasn’t just decorative.”
“Pianos are meant to be played,” India argued.
“Yes, they are. Will you play for me later? And I have a feeling that if I watch you do that, I’ll get turned on again, so you should prepare to deliver.”
“I’ll deliver on the piano, if you want,” India replied.
Then, she sucked her own fingers into her mouth, tasting Maisie for the first time, and closed her eyes, reveling in it.
“You’re turning me on again right now,” Maisie said.
“Let me take care of you again right now,” India offered. “Are you sure you want me behind you? I could be between your legs.”
She ran her wet fingers between Maisie’s breasts.
“I have the best idea,” Maisie replied. “What if you take me from behind first, and when you’re done, you just slide between my legs, and I sit on your face?”
India nodded rapidly this time and stated, “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
Maisie laughed and said, “Do you want to move so that I can roll over?”
India was absolutely certain now; no more time needed to think it over or wait for them to be together longer: Maisie Lincoln was her actual dream woman brought to life.
When Maisie rolled over, baring her ass to India, India gave it a playful slap and then kissed it to make it better.
Maisie laughed a little and spread her legs, revealing everything to her.
India wondered if this was Maisie’s way of being completely vulnerable to her.
She wanted to ask if she had done this with other women, or if she’d done it regularly, but now was the time to focus, so she’d ask later.
Instead, she reached for Maisie’s hips, brought her back against her own body, loving how good Maisie felt there, and reached around to rub Maisie’s clit a little, causing Maisie to gasp before she began stroking her, not going inside.
“Oh, shit,” Maisie said, bucking forward.
India brought her other hand to Maisie’s entrance and watched her fingers disappear inside her as she continued to stroke Maisie’s clit.
“God, that’s…”
“Slow,” India said, reasserting a little control.
“Y-e-s…” Maisie agreed, lengthening the word as she moved back and forth slowly against India’s fingers.
India curled them in time with her strokes against Maisie’s clit and listened to Maisie’s sounds as her orgasm started to build.
“Tell me,” she said.
“Faster now.”
India thrust then and removed her hand from Maisie’s clit to hold on to her hip.
“You can touch–”
She didn’t have to finish that sentence because Maisie’s hand had moved to her own clit, and she was rubbing it fast.
“I know,” Maisie said.
India smirked and thrust until Maisie was coming loudly.
“India!”
“Yes, baby,” India said softly. “Yes!”
Maisie flopped down onto her face when she was done coming, which forced India’s fingers out of her, and India moved on top of her, kissing Maisie’s back all over, pushing her hair out of the way to kiss her shoulders and neck.
“I’m going to need a minute before that other thing,” Maisie muttered against India’s pillow.
“I have another idea,” she said.
“Hmm?”
“We could take a break,” India replied.
Maisie grunted in response to that suggestion, and India laughed against her skin.
“I said a break, not that we’re done for the night,” she added. “I could start us a nice, hot bubble bath in that jacuzzi tub you like, and we could hold each other.”
“We’re going to be up all night, aren’t we?” Maisie asked.
“Oh, definitely,” she replied, lowering herself until she was kissing Maisie’s right asscheek. “You have a cute ass, by the way.”
“Yeah?” Maisie laughed.
“Yes,” India said. “Also, if we add bubbles and turn on the jets, it’s going to make a mess in there.”
“Oh, no. I guess we shouldn’t do that,” Maisie replied, turning over.
India moved back up her body and said with a wink, “Probably not.”
“You’ve already let so much mess in your life recently. I’m not sure you could handle another one,” Maisie teased as she wrapped her arms around India’s neck.
“Just for that, I’m going to add extra bubbles, and you’re going to make me come in that tub.”
Maisie nodded and replied, “My girlfriend has the best ideas.”
India smiled down at her and said, “And mine is perfect for me.”