Chapter Ten
Zuri
The second we’re in the shower, Aislin begins washing me. I’ve only been with one guy, and she’s obviously the first girl, so something like this is new to me—being naked in the shower with another person who is showing me so much care by washing me this way.
She rubs the sponge over my shoulder, down my chest, not playing with my sensitive nipples, and just concentrating on the job at hand.
“Are you scared?” she asks as she runs the sponge down my torso.
“A little bit,” I admit. Mostly, I think this whole thing is about nothing, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there is a little bit of fear. “But I trust you and your family.”
“They’re your family now, too, Z, and we always take care of our own.”
There’s something very beautiful in that, something that I don’t think most people who don’t do the bad things they do care about as much. “Shades of gray,” I say, and seemingly knowing what I mean, she nods.
Ash finishes washing me, then I do the same for her. A few minutes later, we’re dried off, lying in the middle of the plush purple bedding that looks like it was made for a queen. Or two queens, I guess.
“I want to taste you first,” she says. “Can I try it?”
An eager tremble pulses through me. The thought of Aislin eating me out is already making me feel like I’m flying. “Yes. I want to see your face between my legs, want to feel your tongue on me.” I roll off her and onto my back, spreading my legs wide for her.
I feel comfortable letting loose with Ash because I know I’m always safe with her, just the way she’s always safe with me.
“Jesus,” she says in a hungry whisper. “This is so fun.”
I chuckle. “If that’s what you call it.”
“I just me—”
“Shh. I know what you mean. Everything is fun with you, too.”
Ash takes my mouth, slipping her tongue inside.
Kissing her is like a drug, something I want to do all the time, but instead of tearing me down, all it does is build me up. She makes me feel loved, cared for, and so incredibly sexy.
She plays with my nipples as she kisses me senseless, kisses me like she’s starving for me, making me dizzy and sensitive.
Heat rushes between my legs, my pussy throbbing and getting wetter by the second.
I smile against her mouth as her hand slides down my body, not stopping until her fingers are tracing my slit, then pushing between my folds. She rubs up and down my body, thumb teasing my sensitive clit. I arch upward, seeking more of everything, but loving all she’s giving me.
I moan into Ash’s mouth as she pushes a finger inside me, fucking me with it; one, then two, curling them and rubbing my spot.
“Fuck.” I drop my head back. “That feels so good.”
“I can’t believe how wet you are for me.” She grins, clearly proud of herself.
“Wet and feeling like I’m going to die.”
She chuckles. “Don’t do that.”
Ash slips her fingers out of me, and I immediately miss the feeling of them, but then she’s lying on top of me, the two of us moving together, kissing, her tits against mine, her dripping wet pussy hot on mine, too.
God, this is so good. Everything with her is so, so good.
She kisses her way down my body, sucks on my breast, and keeps going until she’s settled between my open thighs.
“You’re so sexy.” She watches as she runs her finger up and down between my swollen folds. “I love how wet you get.” She pushes her finger in, and I can tell how easy the glide is.
“For you. Taste me.”
“I want to be good for you.”
I smile down at her. Just looking at her makes my heart race. “You will be.”
Aislin leans down, finger still inside me, and flicks her tongue between my folds. A jolt of pleasure hits me, making my back bow off the bed.
“Mmm,” she says. “I like it.” Then her finger is gone, and Ash is all in, face between my legs the way we both crave, licking me, using her tongue on my clit, rubbing her face all into me, getting my juices all over her.
And I fucking love it.
I cry out her name when she sucks my clit, and I’m surprised at all the hungry, needy, pleasure-filled sounds that come out of my mouth, hand tangled in Ash’s hair as she makes a meal out of me.
She looks up at me and smiles, face wet. “I love it,” she says.
“I love it, too.”
Ash pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me with them again. I move with her, meeting her hand, begging and craving more.
She gives it to me, swirling her tongue around my clit, brushing her tongue back and forth, sucking it, then starting over again.
My thighs are shaking. I’m chasing the feeling that’s right there, the euphoria I get when Ash makes me come. I’m so close, lost in this vortex of pleasure that only this woman can give me.
“I want to make you come. Come for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.” The second the words leave her mouth, and she’s tasting me again, I shatter, come apart for her, my pussy tightening, gripping her fingers as I come all over her.
She slips her fingers out, moves her tongue against me, pushes it in, and uses that to fuck and taste me too, making another round of pleasure swoop me up and make me come apart again. “Fuck yes! Ash!” I say, and then I can’t move, can’t think.
Everything with her is so good.
“That was…incredible. Wow…I made words.”
“I must be good.” Ash lies on top of me. I can smell my arousal on her.
“The best. Kiss me.”
She does, and honestly, the taste of my pussy on her tongue is exhilarating.
“Your turn,” I tell her when she pulls away, and then for the second time, I go down on my girlfriend, licking and pleasuring her until she comes all over my tongue. Afterward, we’re lying together, soaking in the bliss.
“I’m going to get used to this,” she says, cuddling into my arms.
“Me too.”
“What were your parents like?” Ash eventually asks softly, as if she’s unsure about the question.
She shouldn’t be. It fills me with a sort of joy that I can’t explain.
“They were great,” I say. “My mom stayed home with me, but she loved volunteering. I remember being young and spending time in food pantries. She would make these little packets with self-care items. I’d be responsible for putting toothpaste or something like that in them, and it always made me feel so good. ” I smile into Ash’s hair.
“And my dad…that man loved basketball. He could play, too. He was a doctor. He liked helping people, just like Mom did. I want to be like them.”
“You are like them. You help people, too. You’re such an advocate for women.
You want to be an ER doctor because so much of the disenfranchised population ends up there.
You organize rallies because of the danger women face on campus.
You’re in the Future Black Women in Medicine Club.
They would be so proud of you, baby.” She presses a kiss to my cheek.
The thing is, I know they would, but hearing it makes my eyes tear up slightly. “I wish they were here. I wish you could meet them.”
“I wish that, too.” Ash wipes the tears from my face, then listens while I tell her more stories about my parents. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, but I think she did.
And for tonight, none of the shit from the incel stalker matters. All that matters is us.