Chapter 23 #3
Sadie was breathing heavily. Her hand disappeared, and Anne almost cried out at the abandonment just before she heard the bedside table drawer slide open, the click of the lube bottle’s top.
“Sweetheart, open your eyes. Watch me.”
Anne obeyed, just in time to see Sadie press one finger—now lube-soaked and slippery—against the cleft of her swollen lips.
A little broken noise, ragged and imploring. It was Anne.
“Oh,” Sadie exclaimed, staring down at her finger. “You’re, you’re so good, you’re doing so well, I need you to—” She leaned down to kiss Anne then—open-mouthed, hard—and at the same time, her finger slipped inside Anne’s slit, brushing against her full clit.
The shock of it hummed right through Anne. Her entire body quivered. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “Oh my dear God.”
They kissed and they kissed. Anne whimpered, licked out blindly for whatever she could get, Sadie’s teeth bumping against her. She was wet enough that Sadie’s slick finger could slide easily against the tender skin to tease the little fold of flesh.
Right there. Sadie was just a millimeter away from where Anne needed filling, so close to fucking her. But Anne couldn’t take penetration tonight, not even with lube. She was still so sore.
Anne couldn’t let Sadie sink that finger into her. Could she? Not even if Anne was aching with how much she wanted it, the muscles inside her desperate to get something from Sadie they could clutch.
She turned her face away. “Sadie, you have to, I know, I know I told you I could handle anything you give me, and I want to, please believe that I want to. It’s just that, last night, when I—you have to be so careful when you, if you—”
Sadie pulled back. “Look at me,” she ordered.
Immediately, Anne did. She’d never heard that velvet note of authority in Sadie’s voice before; it made the ache even worse somehow. The heat of Sadie’s dark gaze on her body made her tremble.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want. But why do I have to be careful? What did you do to yourself?” Sadie leaned in again, her hand still pressed at the juncture of Anne’s thighs, and grazed Anne’s neck with her teeth. “When you went to your bedroom last night, what did you do?”
A shudder rolled through Anne, strong enough to make her body arch against the bed, against Sadie’s mouth and hand. Sadie didn’t know that Anne hadn’t been able to wait long enough to get the lube. Sadie didn’t know that Anne had completely lost all self-control just because her pussy was so empty.
And now Anne would tell her.
She bore down onto Sadie’s seeking finger, her body trying to take what her brain knew she couldn’t handle.
“Please,” she said from between clenched teeth, knowing she contradicted herself, not caring.
So what if she was sore? It didn’t matter.
Getting filled and fucked—that was what mattered. “Please. Please.”
Sadie stroked Anne just outside her opening, moving her finger in a slow and excruciating circle. “Beloved,” she murmured and then bit at Anne’s ear. She licked the cartilage. “Tell me why I can’t fuck you right now. Tell me why you can’t take it.”
Anne threw her head back against the pillow. “I can—I can take it—I don’t care if it hurts. Please. I need it. I need you. Please.”
“I will,” Sadie said, soft and soothing. “I promise I will. But not now. I don’t think I should stuff this pretty hole full. Not if I might hurt you.”
“No!” Pure desperation streaked through Anne’s protest. Instead of humiliating her, it made the taut coil of need inside her pull tighter. She was about three seconds away from grabbing Sadie’s hand with her own and grinding herself to climax on it. “Now, goddamnit!”
“Tell me what you did to yourself,” Sadie repeated. Her finger moved a little faster, still stroking around the space that screamed for filling.
She looked into Sadie’s wide eyes, feeling herself pulse as she began to speak. “I put one hand against the bed—this bed. And I”—her mouth trembled with anticipation—“I went inside myself. No lube. I didn’t have time to get it.”
“You had time, sweetheart.” Sadie’s voice was so tender. “You mean you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving something inside this needy little pussy. How many fingers did you take?”
“Ah—”
“How many? One? Two?”
“Two. I used two, but—”
“You wanted more?”
She nodded, and another whimper escaped her mouth.
A kiss on the shell of her ear, and then Sadie pushed the heel of her palm into Anne, hard. “You fucked yourself raw. You’ve been walking around all day, feeling it. Haven’t you?”
The observation sounded almost casual, as though anyone could know it. Sadie knew what she’d done. It swelled into a shock of hot need that throbbed deep inside Anne, where Sadie’s fingers hadn’t yet gone. Her moan was her agreement.
Sadie moaned, too, and kissed her again, sloppily, something that could be mistaken for careless but wasn’t.
Anne’s jaw went slack, and in a few seconds the kiss wasn’t a kiss anymore, not really, just the best way they could touch. All mouth, all mess.
When she broke apart with a gasp, she rasped, “Yes, I feel it.” And again, “I’ve felt it all day,” and then, unable to stop herself, “I love it.”
Sadie kissed a spot just above the corner of Anne’s mouth. “Dear heart, I can’t hurt you. Not even if you’re begging me for it. So instead—” She pulled at Anne’s legs, silently asking her to spread them, and Anne did almost instantly. “I’ll use my mouth. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
She’d take anything. Anything, as long as Sadie gave it to her. Without being told to, Anne made herself even wider.
Once Sadie had re-positioned herself between Anne’s spread legs, she stared, her gaze fixed on what waited for her. Her tongue swiped over her lips, moistening them. “My God,” she murmured, “how could anyone be so arrogant as to believe words could ever describe this?”
As Anne bent her legs, Sadie grabbed a pillow and handed it to Anne, who realized she was supposed to use it to raise her hips.
She slid it beneath her ass, and the new angle felt even more exposed, more shameless.
Only one man had ever done this with her—one of the men she’d slept with after the divorce—and at the time, she’d mostly just felt embarrassed about how enthusiastic he was.
There was nothing about Sadie’s expression as she positioned herself that made Anne feel embarrassed. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed, and leaned back.
“You’ve been very good, haven’t you?” Sadie’s breath tickled Anne’s flesh. “You’ve waited so patiently tonight. You’ve waited for an entire week. No. Your whole life. Oh, Anne, you’ve been waiting your entire life.”
It was too much for Anne to withstand. No. Not too much. Exactly enough.
“Just lie back and take it,” Sadie whispered, “that’s my special girl.” And then she opened her mouth against Anne’s pussy and began to devour her.
Anne couldn’t keep herself from making noise, soft sobs that clawed helplessly at sanity. Every nerve in her body sparked with fresh greed, each new jolt of pleasure rushing her toward the next and the next and the next.
Eagerness made up for inexperience. Sadie, voracious, seemed to be everywhere at once, licking and sucking and praising. She grabbed at Anne’s hips as though she needed Anne in her hands, too, in her hands and mouth and in her life, all of it, forever.
“Harder,” Anne begged. “Harder, more. Please.”
Sadie made a noise, the sound muffled. Her tongue pressed flat and hard against Anne’s clit, moving roughly up and down.
“Right there, oh, yes, that’s good, that’s so—a little to the left—my left—higher, just a—yes, oh, like that, right there, just—!”
She was almost there, muscles seized tight and thighs quivering. One of her unsteady hands grasped at the back of Sadie’s head, threading through hair until she gripped the roots. Anne pressed her in deeper.
Sadie cried out, a noise of pure, desperate need.
My love, Anne thought wildly, and that was it; that was the final push that began a long, perfect fall.
She began to pulse helplessly under Sadie’s tongue, clenching in fast and relentless spasms. Needing to touch herself, she let go of Sadie’s hair and grabbed at her own breasts, her sternum, her shoulders.
So different from coming alone. Wider, deeper, the marrow of her body shaking apart at the root.
This close to unbearable, like she couldn’t withstand the wonder of being cared for by two people at once.
Once Anne’s thighs were slack and still, Sadie lifted her head and pulled herself up. Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks, shiny near her lips, were slapped with a pink flush. She opened her wet mouth, then closed it again. Swallowed visibly. Shuddered, a tremor that shook her entire body.
“Ah,” she managed. “Uh.”
“Sadie?” Anne propped herself up on her elbows, still dazed. “Are you all—”
“I think,” Sadie said in a rush, “oh Anne, I—I can’t, I can’t wait any—” In a blur of movement, she rose to her knees, positioning herself on either side of Anne’s right thigh. “Use the lube, all right, sweetheart? Two fingers. I need to get fucked. Now.”
Anne made a guttural noise, then rushed to obey, fumbling for the bottle on the nightstand. The second she was all slick for Sadie, she reached up.
Oh. Just the act of sliding her hand between Sadie’s legs for the first time made Anne groan and clench.
Those soft curls, that wet skin. The aftershocks of Anne’s climax pulsed faintly, trying in vain to grip at what wasn’t inside her as her hand cupped the full mound, two fingers slipping between the cleft with no effort at all, and Sadie was hot there, her pussy already easy for it, slippery and plump.
Astonished, Anne whispered, “I did this to you?”
At that, Sadie sobbed, jerking forward onto Anne’s hand.
Anne slid inside Sadie and gasped. Tight. Oh God, so tight and hot and wet.
As Anne entered her, Sadie drove down with a little shriek.
“Tell me!” Anne thrust inside Sadie once, again, a third time. “Tell me how to give it to you. Please, honey—”
“Crook your fingers—!”
Anne throbbed again, the sound of Sadie’s unconcealed arousal working between her own legs like a greedy mouth. At the tip of her fingers, there was a rough spot, firm and ready under her touch.
She managed to remember how she’d done this to herself last night. Hooked her fingers into herself, and—oh, it was so similar, only her hand was inverted now, working away instead of inwards—
Immediately, Sadie’s hips stuttered.
“Yes,” she cried, like someone who’d just been discovered. “Yes, that’s per—ah, keep going. Close. I’m, I’m—”
She could climax again. If Sadie could fuck her right now, if Anne could take something inside her, anything, a tongue, fingers, a vibrator, she’d clench around it and get there a second time, undone from the perfect shock of Sadie so slick and full and hot on her hand, the noises Sadie made, and the desperate way she rubbed into Anne’s body, quick and animalistic.
“You’re—oh—I’m—”
“That’s it,” Anne whispered. “That’s it. Let me feel you do it—”
A burst of heat against her hand. Sadie thrust her hips forward, gasping as the shudder of her orgasm began to throb on Anne’s fingers. She threw back her head, hair tumbling around her shoulders, and let out a long, full-throated wail. She was utterly lost to it. She was glorious.
Anne watched, open-mouthed and pulsing.
When Sadie straightened her head, sighed, said, “Mmm,” Anne understood. She pulled back her wet hand, the withdrawal accompanied by a pang of regret. It won’t be the last time, she reminded herself. I’ll get this again. I’ll have her again. Forever.
Carefully, Sadie moved to lie back down next to Anne and leaned her head against Anne’s shoulder, breathing loud enough for Anne to hear.
Finding Sadie’s left hand with her right, she threaded their fingers together, squeezing tight, and—oh. She could feel the remnants of her arousal on Sadie’s skin, sticky against her own.
For a few minutes, they snuggled without speaking, holding hands on the road back to coherence.
“Was I—?” Anne cleared her throat. Communication. Vulnerability. She could do this. “Was that all right? Should I have done anything differently?”
She turned her head to look at Sadie and saw the soft, sweet curve of her mouth, a curl that complemented the tendril of hair falling into her face.
“Not a thing,” Sadie said. “Not a single fucking thing.”
Anne felt herself blush, more with delight than embarrassment.
“We can try other ways, too. We have time,” she said and then realized that she meant it in more than one way.
Yes, she was sixty. Yes, in some respects she’d been asleep her entire life to date, a reality that couldn’t be denied or erased.
But Anne had broken through herself. She’d done it before the end.
And no matter how much more sand spilled through the hourglass—days, months, years, decades—she’d have more time than if she’d never realized.
She had this right now.
Leaning forward, she kissed Sadie’s cheek, then the other, and the thought of where else her mouth could go lit a low flame. “Would you be interested, possibly, in another round? One where I get to, ah, taste you this time?”
“Anne Lowell,” Sadie exclaimed, clearly delighted. “You’re an insatiable creature, aren’t you? Yes a million times over. Feast away.”
Grinning, Anne moved down the bed, trading places with Sadie.
But as she moved between Sadie’s spread legs, Sadie propped herself up against the headboard.
“Before I lose the capacity to think, please remind me afterward that I just had an idea. Nothing to do with sex. But everything to do with you.”
“Do I get a clue?” Anne leaned down, her hands on either side of Sadie’s thighs. From here, she could smell Sadie. The strong fragrance of her arousal was intoxicating. “One word?”
“You are the clue,” Sadie said mysteriously. “Now, no more talk. Show me what else that gorgeous mouth of yours can do.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Anne did.