Chapter 18
Lucy
That breathy little yes is all I need.
I reach my hand down between us, praising the goddess that she changed into a cute as fuck dress before we went shopping.
I slide the bottom of it up her thighs and shift up off her lap onto my knees.
With the extra space, I use my grip on her to guide her to slide forward, giving her space to open her legs for me.
The rush of power I feel when she complies is intoxicating.
Her hands flex on my hips as her muscles strain in anticipation while my fingers play with the edges of her panties. I can feel the heat radiating off her and I hear breath stuttering. I lean forward and press a featherlight kiss to her lips.
“Breathe, Cherry,” I remind her. Another thrill runs through me as she does as I say, taking a deep breath in. “Good girl.”
Her eyes meet mine, widening in surprised pleasure, and I feel her pelvic muscles tighten, but to my delight she doesn’t even attempt to close her legs. I finally dip my hand inside the cotton covering her and find smooth, bare skin that allows me to easily slide my fingers further downward.
“Is this all for me, pretty girl?” I say, running my fingers delicately through her folds, satisfied with the slickness pooling around my fingers. I kiss the blush spreading across her cheeks and follow it down her neck to where it disappears beneath the neckline of her dress.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks on the word, making me smile.
I continue to slip my fingers up and down, teasing her entrance and circling around her clit, but never actually making contact.
Her whimpers increase in both volume and frequency as her hips start bucking, trying to find the friction she so desperately desires.
“Cherry,” I singsong softly. “What do you want, pretty girl? Use your words.” A long whine sounds from her mouth, and I begin to remove my hand. “I can stop if that’s what you want…”
“No!” she exclaims, a bit more forcefully than she intends according to the deepening of her blush. “I mean…please, no, I don’t want to stop.”
“Then tell me what you want, Cherry.” Honey brown meets stormy gray and I can practically taste the struggle as she fights her own instincts to force the words out of her mouth.
“I want you…I want you to f-finger me. Please, Princess.” Her plea is punctuated by her eyebrows scrunching together and her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth. I lean forward and press a gentle kiss on her lips before moving over to nip at her earlobe.
“Such a good girl for me,” I coo, watching her face redden with the praise as I finally brush against her clit and feel her buck beneath me.
I continue to circle her sensitive bud, dipping down to gather more of her natural lubrication to allow me to glide against her.
Once her whimpers have turned into breathy little moans, I shift my hand so I can slide my middle two fingers inside of her slowly and deliberately.
“Yes,” she hisses, back arching and giving me a delectable view of her gorgeous, still-clothed breasts.
My fingers work in and out of her, testing different angles and seeing which ones cause her face to contort with the most pleasure and which appear to cause neutrality or discomfort.
Once I find the spot within her that feels slightly different than the rest, I reach up with my other hand to grip her hair again, turning her head to grant me access to her neck.
Testing a theory, I bite down on her neck.
Hard enough to sting, but not enough to leave a mark.
In tandem with this, I tighten my grip on her hair, run my thumb over her clit, and move my fingers against her g-spot in a beckoning motion.
As she stiffens and her moans turn into desperate pleas, I don’t stop the motion of my fingers from taking her higher and higher.
Aria detonates and falls apart around my fingers.
I feel drunk with power as she shudders and shakes apart beneath me.
Once her shaking has died down and she starts pulling away from my ministrations, I gently pull my fingers out of her and release my grip on her hair.
My teeth release her neck and I press a gentle kiss to the light pink indentation left behind.
A soft sigh escapes from her mouth and I slowly lift myself up to see the mess I have made of my girl.
Her bright red hair is splayed around her in tangles; the flush of her face almost matches the locks themselves and travels down to disappear beneath the top of her dress that somehow still covers her.
But the most striking difference is her eyes: her normally stormy gray gaze has become almost silver in its brightness and intensity.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, stroking her face and watching an unguarded smile unfurl even as her blush deepens. I take my other hand and bring it to my lips to taste her on my fingers, before continuing, “You are even more delicious than I hoped, sweet Cherry.”
Her eyes dart away from mine and I can see her starting to build her walls back up. I have had my share of shitty experiences with past partners, so I can feel it even though she doesn’t say it: someone else has made her feel insecure about how she tastes.
I can fix that, I think with an internal smirk that I don’t let reach my face.
“In fact,” I continue, as if I had merely paused to take her in (which, to be fair, is also true), “I think I want to go directly to the source. What do you think, Cherry? Will you let me eat that pretty pussy?”
“I-You-” she stutters, before taking a deep breath and starting over. “You really don’t have to. I mean, that was amazing…” she trails off, still basking in her post-orgasmic glow.
“It was,” I agree wholeheartedly, “but it was just a warm-up. I intend to make you come more than once if you’ll let me, Aria.”
“Okay,” she whispers, a small shy smile appearing on her face. She takes a fortifying breath before plunging ahead, “But, only if you let me taste you too.” Immediately, she ducks her head. I place my fingers underneath her chin and lift her head to meet my gaze again.
“You do not have to,” I start slowly, but with intensity.
“Even if you didn’t want to, I would still want to eat you out because now that I have felt you fall apart, I want to taste it too.
But,” I pause, ensuring she is still listening, “if you want to, the thought of being the first woman you go down on is intoxicating enough to give me a god complex.”
“Sh-shall we move to the bed, then?” she asks. I nod and climb off of her lap but stop her as she starts to fix her dress.
“I would really like to see that dress on the floor, Cherry.”
She pauses her movements and I see the internal struggle give way to a mischievousness that sparks a light inside me.
“Then come take it off, Princess.”
“Oh, it would be my pleasure,” I purr before stalking towards her, intent on seeing all of my girl.