Chapter 19
Aria
Something in Lucy shifts at my words and a glint appears in her eyes. She quickly crosses the short distance she had put between us and swats my hands away from the hem of my dress.
“Stand up,” she requests softly, offering a hand. I take it and allow her to help me stand from the couch. Her fingers intertwine with mine and she brings my hand up to her mouth to press a kiss on my knuckles. The blush that has been my constant companion since meeting her deepens.
Her grip on my hand brings me closer and she draws my head down to meet her in a slow kiss.
As my eyes drift closed, I feel her hands run down my sides and reach the bottom of my dress.
Lucy’s hands feel every inch of me as she slowly peels the dress upwards, not breaking the kiss until the dress reaches my chest. At that, she pulls back with a hungry look in her eyes.
“Can I just say how much I have wanted to see your tits ever since you walked into Karma?” she murmurs, reverently freeing my breasts from the confines of my dress and revealing the lacy maroon bra I had thrown on earlier.
I feel a bit self-conscious as she stares at me, but as I start shifting my weight, she surges forward, tugging my bra down, and takes a nipple into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, clasping a hand to the back of her head. The sensation feels like a lightning bolt of pleasure has shot directly from there to my clit, making my thighs squeeze together in unconscious bliss.
“Every single part of you is so delicious, Cherry,” Lucy says, releasing my nipple from her ministrations before repeating on the other.
Once she has me sufficiently desperate, she finishes removing my clothing and steps back to take me in.
Before I can become self-conscious again, she distracts me by beginning to remove her own clothing.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful.
Her smooth, sepia complexion is only interrupted by beautiful tattoos curling around her upper thighs and hips: on her right hip, a gorgeous tapestry of lilies and daffodils with a snake curling through the stems. On the left, a beautiful bouquet of orchids and roses with a gorgeous dagger sitting on the outside of the thigh wrapped in vines that are seemingly holding it in place.
Without conscious thought, my hands surge forth and explore the curves of her hips and thighs, relishing in the shiver that runs through her body at my touch.
A heady rush nearly brings me to my knees because this gorgeous woman actually wants me as much as I want her.
That thought has me moving forward and finally initiating a kiss with her as I try to pour all the desperation I am feeling into the connection between our lips.
The groan that leaves her lips tells me that I succeed.
Both sets of our hands tangle in each other’s hair and the clashing of our tongues and teeth is far more frenzied than it has been up to this moment.
She starts guiding me backwards until I feel the edge of the bed press against the back of my thighs.
We finally break apart, both panting ragged breaths that leave our chests heaving.
“Up you go, Cherry,” she says, gently pressing against my chest. I scramble backwards, moving onto the bed, but unsure of where she wants me to settle.
I look over at her, feeling lost, and she gives a short laugh before pinning me with eyes that are fiery enough to look like molten honey and saying, “Move up and lay your pretty little head on one of the pillows. I need you comfortable enough to let go and trust me, pretty girl.”
I feel the heat on my face deepen before I do as she says.
Once I am laying comfortably, I risk a glance at her face again and I inwardly sigh with relief that the heat in her gaze hasn’t dimmed at all but instead seems to have multiplied.
She climbs onto the bed as well, coming up beside my face and pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek.
“Such a good girl,” she says in a low voice that shows her arousal, “Do you know how powerful you make me feel, Aria? You are such an intelligent, powerful woman, yet you melt at a single word of praise from me and listen so very sweetly, doing exactly as you’re told.
You make me feel like a goddess; it’s an intoxicating feeling.
” She moves away and I feel a little disappointment until she taps my thighs and says, “Open for me.”
I comply, but I feel embarrassment and insecurity threaten to rise up in response and I turn my head away.
She sits there for a long moment and I can feel her gaze on me.
My fingers start tapping with my nerves, but she cuts my spiraling thoughts short with a deep groan of pure need.
Moving quicker than before, she settles between my legs and wraps her arms around my thighs, holding them open.
“Goddess above, you have such a beautiful pussy, Cherry. Please tell me I am still allowed to taste you. I think I might die if I don’t feel you fall apart on my tongue. I need to hear you say yes, beautiful.”
There is no hesitation from me: “God, yes please, Princess. Please, please, please.” I think I continue to repeat my plea, but Lucy doesn’t hesitate. Once she hears my enthusiastic consent, she leans forward and begins to devour me.
Her tongue and lips thoroughly explore me and I feel my walls come down. There is no space for insecurity when she is feasting on me like I am her last meal. Her tongue circles my clit before she wraps her lips around it and begins to suck lightly.
“Fuck, Lucy!” My back arches off the bed and my hands fly down to tangle in her hair, repeating my pleas over and over again.
She doesn’t let up for a moment, taking me higher and higher, until I finally come apart with her name as a broken cry on my lips.
When my legs start to shake, she doesn’t let up or slow down; instead, she firmly holds my thighs apart and redoubles her efforts coaxing every last second of this orgasm from me.
I attempt to pull away due to being oversensitive, but she doesn’t let me. She gentles her attentions, but doesn’t stop. Eventually, the wave starts to build again, surprising the fuck out of me.
If this is how sex is supposed to be, I understand why people are so fucking obsessed.
I get closer and closer to that peak again and whimpers are dragged out of my mouth by the sensations. The impulsive part of me wants to give Lucy more of that powerful feeling she said she liked so much. So, I start speaking.
“God, Princess. Your mouth feels so fucking good; no one has ever made me come that hard before.” No one has ever made me come before.
“Please, I need more. Please make me come again. Please, please don’t stop!
” I whimper again as my words cause her to speed up, increasing the intensity.
“I love the way you take control, Princess. Of my pleasure and yours. God, you make me want things I didn’t know I ever wanted. I just—fuck!”
Suddenly, the orgasm crashes over me, surprising me with the intensity of the sensations.
All of my muscles seize up and I can feel my hips writhe and gyrate, grinding myself against her face, all semblance of embarrassment or self-conscious thought stripped away by the way she handles my body with quiet authority and competence.
Once the stars that overtook my vision begin to fade, she gentles her movements and presses one last kiss to my oversensitive clit before pulling back to look at my face.
“Feeling okay?” she says, checking in. I mumble incoherently and give her a thumbs up as I continue to catch my breath. She chuckles softly and comes up to cuddle me and nuzzle against my neck. “I will take that as a compliment.”
“Good, because it is,” I reply, leaning into the comfort she’s offering. God damn, that is so much more intense than the ones I give myself…
“Well, yeah, Cherry,” she says and I can feel her smile, “That does tend to be how it goes.”
It’s not like I would know, I think, …wait, am I talking out loud?
“Yes, you are,” Lucy says slowly. She carefully lifts herself up to sit on one elbow. “What do you mean ‘it’s not like I would know’?”
“I, uh,” I fumble through my embarrassment, but a sigh escapes me as I realize there is nothing I can do now but tell the truth. “Remember how I took a shot after one of your questions earlier?”
“Yes.” She says it encouragingly, but I can see the understanding dawning on her face.
“Well, I can finally give an answer: twenty-five years old.” I cover my eyes with my arm and try to ignore her stare.
“That changes things,” she says solemnly. I feel my stomach twist, but before I can respond I feel her crawl on top of me, straddling my hips. “Now there is no way that I am doing anything tonight but making you come over and over and over again.”
My entire body clenches at her words and, as she leans down to capture my lips once again, one thought flitters across my consciousness.
I have never been so excited for a sleepless night.
***
The next morning, I wake in a warm cocoon of blankets and limbs, the morning sun’s rays dancing across my closed eyelids. The peace and contentment of the moment sink into my soul and I tighten my arms around the woman in my arms.
I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.
The thought should startle me, but in this moment of warmth and serenity, it just feels…natural. Inevitable.
As I dwell in these warm thoughts, I feel Lucy stir in my arms. Her curls brush my chin and I look down to see her blink sleepily up at me. Those amber eyes fill with unguarded affection and I feel a smile curl my lips.
“Good morning, Princess,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. She snuggles in closer, pulling the blanket tighter around her naked form.
“Goo-ood morning,” she yawns, nuzzling her head into the crook of my shoulder. I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss, but I am interrupted by a ringing phone. Lucy’s eyes instantly become more alert and she sits up, her moon phase tattoo facing me and she goes to pick up her phone.
“That’s Mama Betty’s night nurse, I need to take this,” her voice is tighter, more intense, and obviously distracted. I give her shoulder a light squeeze and go to leave the bed on the other side.
“I will go take a shower and give you some privacy. I’ll see you when I get out.” She nods absentmindedly in response, and I head to the shower to get ready for the day ahead.
***
Wringing my hair out with one towel, and another wrapped around my body, I step out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind me. The peace of the morning is abruptly shattered when I enter the bedroom fully to see Lucy standing, fully dressed, tears streaming down her face.
“Mama Betty’s in the hospital.” Her voice cracks on the words. “It’s really bad. I…I have to go back.” Her eyes meet mine, her body trembling, but the golden brown gaze I have come to adore is vacant and distant.
“Then we go back,” I say definitively, sensing she needs someone else to make a move here. “You do what you need to do, make the calls you need to make. I will get dressed, pack us up, and pull the car around.” She nods vacantly and pulls her phone back to her ear.
I take a quick breath before quickly and efficiently following the checklist I laid out to Lucy. I twist my hair up into my typical top knot and go downstairs to check out at the front desk.
As I head out to bring the car to the front door, a buzz on my hip alerts me to a text. I open it, read the message, and put it back in my pocket. A silent, jagged tear opens in my heart and a shaky breath escapes my chest.
Not now. I push down the hurt swelling up inside me. Focus on Lucy, deal with this later.