Chapter 23
Aria
My heart pounds in my chest even as I sink slowly to my knees.
The hard linoleum floor does not feel fantastic, but I can’t keep my focus on that when Lucy still has me locked in her orbit.
She gestures for me to place my hand in the one she removed from my hair and guides it to the waistband of her pants.
She presses my fingers down enough for me to get the idea then lets me continue dragging her shorts down her legs.
The grip she has on my hair doesn’t allow my eyes to follow the path of my hands, but I relish in the feel of her smooth legs beneath my hands.
I wonder if this was her plan when she asked me to bring her razor yesterday.
When I feel her step out of the shorts, I toss them on the chair beside the door.
She offers her hand again and I give mine.
She places my fingers beneath her waistband, this time on the comfortable blue cotton thong I had brought her a few days ago.
She puts pressure against my hand, silently asking me to stay put, then uses that hand to stroke my cheek lovingly.
“You can always say no to me, Aria,” she whispers. “I like to take control, but you can always tell me to stop. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I reply in the same tone, not willing to speak louder and break the spell we’re under, “but I like it when you take control. Teach me how to make you feel good. Please, Princess?” I watch in satisfaction as her gaze heats at the nickname.
“Well, then.” A wicked smirk curls her lips as the hold on my hair tightens and her other hand moves to grip my jaw. “Take off my panties, Cherry.”
“Yes, Princess.”
At my response, she moves her hand back to join the other in my hair.
I take the cue and use both of my hands to slide the thong down, revealing a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark hair leading to a beautiful pussy.
I don’t even realize that I have stopped to take in the view until her hands tug slightly, jolting me back into motion.
I don’t even deny that the movement is faster than before in my eagerness to get a taste.
Once she has stepped out and the thong has been added to the chair, I flick my gaze up to hers.
Waiting for permission and instructions.
“Such a good girl,” she murmurs. Then, to my delight, she lifts her left leg off the ground and places it on the seat of the chair, giving me a far better view. Her cunt glistens with her arousal and I lick my lips in response. I hear Lucy’s low chuckle sound from above me.
“You want a taste, pretty girl?”
“Please—” My voice cracks desperately, and I feel my cheeks heat in response. “Yes. Please.”
“I like the thought of you begging for me,” she muses in a faux casual tone. “But, right now, I need your mouth on me, Cherry. Go on, taste what you do to me.”
I lean forward, my movement slowed and guided by her grasp of my now-messy hair, and slowly drag my tongue from her entrance all the way up and over her clit.
We both moan in tandem as her flavor hits me; it’s not sweet like it is described in the romance books I read, but it tastes like her.
Now that I’ve had one taste, I want more.
I explore and tease her with my tongue and lips, getting a feel for what makes her gasp and moan, what makes her thigh muscles tighten and tremble, and what results in her increasing the tug at the base of my skull.
When her breaths start becoming quicker and her movements more frantic, I reach around and grab her ass, holding her in place as I start flicking my tongue faster.
I keep up this new pace, pushing past the ache in my previously underutilized muscle, until she gasps loudly above me.
My eyes dart up of their own accord, wanting—no, needing—to see her fall apart.
To watch her come all over my face. Her hips start bucking, giving me a preview of what it might be like to have her ride my face, and a rush of liquid coats my lips and chin.
Her eyebrows are pushed together and she has her bottom lip firmly between her teeth, trying to keep quiet while her other hand is braced on the wall to stay upright.
But it’s her eyes…she has her gaze firmly locked on mine.
The overwhelming pleasure I see in those honey-brown depths is almost enough to bring me to the edge myself.
Once her movements become less frantic, I give her another long lick just to see her shudder. I can’t quite stop the smirk that tugs at the corners of my mouth, but she just rolls her eyes and tugs my head away.
“No teaching necessary,” she says with a smile before leaning down to press a kiss to my mouth, ignoring the mess she’d left there. When she pulls away, my tongue darts out to taste her remnants. Her gaze heats when she sees that, but she deliberately turns away and lets out a long breath.
While she gets her shorts back on, I start the slow process of transitioning from kneeling on the floor to standing. I have to move slowly so that I don’t pass out once I make it to my feet. Lucy’s process is much faster, so she offers the chair to me as I transition, which helps immensely.
Once we are both standing and in some semblance of order, I go to open the door, but am stopped by her small hand on my arm. When I glance back at her, she reaches up on her toes to give me another sweet kiss.
“I meant what I said. I love you, Aria,” she murmurs against my lips, before nuzzling her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head and then rest my cheek in the same spot.
“I love you too, Lucy. More than I thought was possible,” I whisper back. We stand there like that for a few moments, our arms encircling each other, before pulling away and opening the door, allowing the sounds of the hospital to surround us once again.
I burst out laughing once the door is open and I see what is waiting beyond. Lucy, in her infinite curiosity, peeks out from behind me and whispers “oh shit” before covering her face. Although, from the shaking of her shoulders, I can see she is just as amused as she is embarrassed.
Sitting there in the hallway, directly in front of the lounge we are occupying, is a yellow floor sign declaring: “Caution: Wet Floor”
I glance at the visitor check-in desk and see the coffee and food I had abandoned sitting on Ted’s desk. The man himself is sitting there smiling and, when I meet his gaze, he gives me a little nod before turning back to his computer screen, whistling.
***
Lucy dragged me from the room to the elevators and all the way to the eighth floor before I could stop to ask where we were going. Apparently, she hadn’t realized I was going to be down there and she had been meaning to pace, so she didn’t bring her purse with her.
“And,” she continued, “Mama Betty wants to meet you before I take you out to dinner.”
That led to me pulling her to a stop, which is where we are currently: parked in the middle of a hallway. Her, looking on in bemusement. Me, having a mini anxiety attack.
“Cherry,” she says placatingly, reaching out to grasp my shoulders. “It will be fine. She will love you.”
“It’s easy for you to say that,” I shoot back with a withering look.
“You’re not the one going to meet my mother with my cum all over your face!
” A muffled snort from a passing doctor reminds me to lower my voice.
“It’s just a lot all at once, you know? I mean, if she asks what we are, what do we even tell her? ”
“You have nothing to worry about.” She smiles and shakes her head.
“It’ll be a short meeting. We will go in, say hi, I will grab my purse, and then we can get out of here for the rest of the night.
And if she asks—” She steps forward and entangles her fingers with my own. “—you’re mine. It’s as simple as that.”