17. Daisy
Daisy
T his is the highest I’ve ever been in life. This morning, I woke up a confused, nearly broken woman who had no idea what to do with her life. Now, I’m not only engaged… but with the woman I’ve always wanted to be with.
Yes, even when I hated Lorde’s guts, I wanted to be with her. I’m such a cliché. We’re such a cliché. I can’t give a rat’s ass. The top is down on this classic car and I’m finally alive!
“I love you!” I scream at the top of my lungs as Lorde guns the gas back into downtown.
“I’m quite fond of you as well, Ms. DeMonte!”
I laugh. My reflection in the mirror is one of a happy woman in love. I’m going to remember this day for the rest of my life, aren’t I?
God willing. There’s still a lot more to come.
We arrive at my apartment as the police are chasing off a swarm of paps.
The police ain’t shit for this stuff when they’re camped out on public property, but I guess the paps were trying to trespass in my building and the management finally got sick of it.
Good. They’ll get a few pics of Lorde and me going inside the lobby, but we’re out in the open now.
Later tonight, my engagement ring will be plastered all over The Daily Social blog for every other heiress to salivate over.
Lorde and I are truly alone for the first time when the elevator doors close. Not only that, but we’re off to do something that I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time. Are those nerves starting to fill me? Hopefully, they won’t be the only things filling me soon enough.
My girlfriend – fiancée? – comes closer, hesitant. Finally, she pulls me to her, our bodies crushing together in a tight embrace. Oh, boy. She’s a bit grabby.
“Fuck, Daze,” she hoarsely whispers into my ear. For the first time, I love that nickname. She’s going to be the only one in the world who can call me that. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
“It hasn’t been that long since that night in the hotel. Are you really that impatient?” I hope my smile is cheeky enough for her.
It is. Her hands find my ass – and goose me, making me shriek in delightful surprise. “When it comes to you? Definitely.”
I lead her to my apartment near the elevator.
Not until I open my door – which I have to try three times because my hands are shaking – do I realize this will be her first time seeing where I live, what I have made my abode.
It’s… a bit feminine. Nothing frilly or lacy, since I’m not my mother, but nothing like her utilitarian paradise.
“Nice,” she says, stepping into my living room and taking in the furniture and trimmings. “But you’re nicer.”
Lorde wraps a gentle arm around me and nuzzles my ear. Is she holding me like I’m made from porcelain? This really isn’t what I had in mind at all, but as we get closer to my bedroom, slowly but surely, I giggle in excitement.
“We don’t have to do anything you won’t want.”
“Are you kidding me?” I squeeze her arm. “I meant what I said back at the house. I want you to fuck me senseless, Lorde.”
She pushes against my stomach. Yes. That’s what I want. Now give it to me, Lorde. My legs are shaking, not out of nerves, but because I crave you that badly. “You’re demanding for my girlfriend.”
“You don’t get it.” I tell her about the fantasies I’ve had ever since we met.
How I want to feel her brute strength against my body.
The way I imagine us getting kinky when the moment calls for it.
How I bet that she’s a pro with every matter of toy and implement, and I want her to teach me everything .
This is the woman who marched into my father’s office and did something no other could do: make him see reason.
That’s the kind of hottie I want fucking me up in bed!
“I know you can give it to me like that.”
“Right now, though?”
“Why? You wanna wait? You think I can’t handle it?”
She rubs the side of her head. “I’m used to doing that with girls I barely know. You’re different. I’m kind of in love with you.”
“Good. That means you really want to give it to me.” I pull up my miniskirt, showing her my black thong. Yeah. A thong. You’d think I knew what was going on today! “Don’t tell me you don’t want to take this pussy in ways only you can.”
Her eyes glaze over in erotic thought. My hand grazes her thigh. It’s enough to make her snatch both of my arms.
Lorde leans down and whispers in my ear, hot and demanding.
“I’m going to want to do it every which way with you. Thought you might want to go slow first.”
“You’re not a woman who likes to go slow, Lorde.”
“How do you know? Besides, you’re a special case.”
“Not that special. Come on, I’m permitting you to be wild and rough. You telling me you don’t want to…”
She silences me with a long, determined kiss.
It demands more than love from me. It demands that I be a good girl who listens to everything she has to say.
I don’t doubt she’ll test me a bit first, though, to make sure I meant what I said.
Lorde’s not the kind of woman to do whatever she wants without me saying yes.
I whisper her name against her lips as she walks me the rest of the way into my bedroom and to my neatly made bed. It won’t be very neat for long. I want to see scratch marks on my headboard by the time we’re done.
Lorde sits on the edge of the bed with me standing between her legs. Her hands rest on my hips, one curling around the left side of my ass. Oh, fuck yes, here we go.
She slowly slides my skirt down my legs and lets it pool at my feet. I kick it away, ass moving in her palm. Lorde squeezes it. Hard. I close my eyes and gasp.
“You’re perfection from top to bottom, aren’t you?”
Her hands tug on my shirt to bring it over my head. I titter like a shy girl. “Not fair,” I say. “I need to see some of you too. You know how this works.”
Ten seconds later, her shirt is on the floor next to my skirt. My hands go to her chest, feeling it for the first time in what feels like forever. Now she feels even better. Because today? She will be mine.
And I’ll be hers.
Now she rips off my shirt until I’m standing in nothing but a thong and bra.
She only has eyes for my face – and my breasts.
No wonder. I didn’t let her see them last time.
Lorde lifts herself high enough to kiss my collarbone, light and fleeting, driving me insane with want for more.
She slides a bra strap off my shoulder. I moan when her lips hit the sensitive area of my décolletage.
“Lower,” I beg, raspy.
Her lips move slowly down my bra cup. “Here?” she teases, licking my sensitive spot.
“Lower!” I tremble with the expectation of her lips on my breasts.
She moves my bra out of the way, unsnapping it in a split second and throwing it on the floor. She looks right into my eyes as her lips find my hard nipple, taking it in her mouth.
Lorde growls. Me? I come undone.
I moan again, pressing my body against her, straddling her leg. Her whole body shudders against my thigh.
The anticipation is killing me!
“Please.” This time, my begging is light and airy.
I’m done. I’m hers. My desperation is mounting me before she has the chance.
“Give it to me the way I need, Lorde. You said so yourself. You’re the only one who can fuck the priss out of me.
Why do you think I insisted on coming back to my apartment instead of going to yours? ”
The hungry look in her eye… she understands.
Lorde smacks my ass until I’m off her leg and stumbling in front of her. She touches my hip in a way that makes me get down on my knees. I’m still between her legs.
“I’ve got a feeling no one can fuck that priss out of you, Daze,” she says, pulling down her zipper. “But I’m going to try. Starting with your mouth.”
Here we go.