Chapter 17 #3
Caroline gripped her thighs as she adjusted her position.
She was stalling, but it was because she worried she wouldn’t be any good at this.
She knew the general mechanics of what came next, but had never done anything like this, and Valeria had, and she so desperately wanted to feel her come undone by her touch.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like you want it very much. Beg, and perhaps I’ll change my mind.”
“I don’t beg, cara. That’s your job.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging,” she said, lifting her head, but she didn’t move away otherwise.
“Do you expect me to beg you to put your mouth on my cunt? That I’ve thought about your perfect mouth so many times over these last few weeks? No, I won’t beg for your amusement. I bet you’re so wet right now; you’re dripping at the very thought of touching me.”
Caroline whimpered because Valeria was right. She squirmed in an effort to find even a small bit of relief.
“No, you’re going to be the one who begs,” Valeria snapped. “You will beg to taste me. If you don’t, I’ll walk out of here, and you’ll never know the pleasure.”
It sounded absolutely ludicrous, but the hard set to Valeria’s jaw told her she was serious. A small part of her wanted to rebel, to tell her no, but what she wanted more than anything in her entire life was to please Valeria.
“Please let me use my mouth on you. I want to taste you so badly. Please.”
The words felt awkward coming from her, and her face was hot with embarrassment, but she was rewarded with a sharp nod.
“Good. Continue.”
Caroline ducked her head and placed a tentative kiss on her cleft. She still didn’t know what she was doing, but luckily Valeria wasn’t shy, holding a fistful of Caroline’s hair close to the root and directing her to where it felt best.
“Yes, right there, cara. That’s so good,” she said, bucking her hips.
The praise lit her afire; she licked and sucked and tasted with a ferocity that certainly wasn’t ladylike.
Her hands gripped her tight as she spread Valeria’s thighs further apart.
The woman whimpered beneath her touch, and she had never felt more powerful.
She was slick between her own legs and discreetly rubbed her thighs together in a bid for the friction she needed.
“Stop,” Valeria said.
“What?” Caroline looked up, her brow furrowed. She thought it was going well, but knew Valeria had not yet reached her peak.
“Spread your legs.”
“Why?”
“I can feel you squirming. You’ll only come apart under my hand.”
She spread her legs—mourning that small loss of friction—before returning to her work. Her lips surrounded her delicate pink bud, and she sucked it into her mouth.
“Yes, cara, right there. Your mouth is perfect.”
Caroline hummed, and Valeria broke apart beneath her with a cry that was certainly too loud, but Caroline was too proud to care. She couldn’t believe she was the one to bring her to pleasure like this. It was a heady feeling, and it made her spread legs all the more torturous.
Valeria flipped her back before she could ask for what she wanted.
She was still completely clothed, so Valeria wrestled with flipping her skirts up and shredded her bloomers before ravaging her mouth on Caroline’s aching core, and for a moment she worried she had died because there was no way anything could feel quite so divine.
While she had been unpracticed, it was beyond clear Valeria knew exactly what she was doing.
The pleasure was beyond exquisite, but there was a bite of pain from the jealousy she felt about whoever she had practiced on before.
Jealousy wasn’t like her, but none of her reactions were rational where Valeria was concerned.
It took only a few swipes of Valeria’s tongue before she completely fell apart.
She would have been embarrassed at how little effort that took if it wasn’t for Valeria’s pleased rumble as she nursed her through her climax, Caroline gently pushing her away when the sensation became too much for her to bear.
“Somehow you’re even better than I’ve always dreamed,” Valeria said quietly as she undid the buttons of Caroline’s dress.
“Sometimes, I think all of this is a dream, and I’m just about to wake up.”
“I promise this isn’t a dream.”
This time when they kissed, it was gentle, but when Valeria broke away, she ducked her head. Her breath was ragged, and her eyes were screwed shut.
“Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine,” Valeria said, her voice strained. “I don’t feel well, but it will pass.”
She ran a hand over Valeria’s forehead, and her skin felt cool. She frowned. She wasn’t clammy at all, but her skin was noticeably cooler. Valeria ducked away from Caroline’s touch.
“I’ll be all right; I’m just cold.”
“Are you sure? You actually seem sick right now.”
“You mean unlike those previous times when I pretended to be sick?” She said with a smirk.
“Exactly.”
“I’m fine, I promise. I only lost myself for a moment and got a bit dizzy, but I’m feeling fine now.”
Caroline wasn’t quite sure if she was telling the truth, but she couldn’t find fault with what Valeria said, so she gave a sharp nod, satisfied for the moment as her eyes grew heavy and she fell into a deep sleep.