29. Tess #2
The new plan was to whip up some pasta for dinner at home, but we don’t even make it to the kitchen. As soon as I shut the truck off, we’re both sprinting around to the back, the brown paper bag from the tack shop bouncing in Jacinthe’s arms.
Jamilla has taken Ali and Shel out to a movie tonight, and Gabrielle is having dinner at Natalie’s parents’ place. Turns out it’s pretty easy to get the house to ourselves when we can actually ask for it.
I still make sure to lock the door behind us just in case. I’m not making that mistake ever again.
Jacinthe hurries ahead of me to the bedroom. By the time I join her inside, she’s already flopped down on her back with her hands tucked behind her head. The chaps are set out on the edge of the comforter.
“You think you’re getting a show?” I demand.
She puts on a faux innocent expression. “I was just having a little rest, but now that you mention it, I would not say no to some entertainment.”
I grab a spare pillow from beside her and throw it at her face.
“Hey!” she squawks, batting it away.
“You’re cheeky tonight,” I tell her. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”
I walk to the end of the bed and turn my back to her before reaching for the top button of my shirt. I hear her breath catch.
I work my way down the buttons. By the time I’m pulling the shirt off me, her breathing has turned ragged.
I drop my bra to the floor. She swears.
“Entertained yet?” I ask, smirking at her over my shoulder.
Her eyes are back to bulging out of her head again, and her mouth is hanging wide open.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I kick off my slacks and then reach for the chaps. She makes a garbled sound of protest.
“Oh?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something else you want?”
She wants me completely naked first, and we both know it. I make her wait a couple more seconds, my fingertips skating over the band of my underwear.
Just when I think she might be about to spontaneously combust, I tug them down my thighs.
“God fucking damn,” she hisses, before following that up with a long string of significantly more profane French.
I let the underwear drop to the floor before I unfurl the chaps. The brand new leather makes a sharp snap as I shake them out in front of me.
“You know, it’s a good thing I don’t actually ride in chaps,” I say while pulling the first leg on. “You would have lost your shit that first time we went out on a trail ride.”
Her eyes are tracking my every movement, like a predator waiting to strike.
“I’ll give you something to ride in chaps tonight,” she mutters.
I laugh even as a wave of heat races up my skin.
There’s so much we haven’t tried yet, and I want it all with her.
By the time I get the chaps buckled, she’s sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She shimmies all the way to the very edge of the mattress and spreads her legs wide so I can stand between her thighs.
She slides her hands around to squeeze my bare ass, and her eyes practically roll back in her head.
“So fucking sexy,” she mutters.
She drags me closer, until she can press her lips to my stomach.
My body was never the same after the pregnancy.
I don’t usually care much about the stretch marks or the couple of rolls that will never tighten back up to the flat abs of a twenty-two year-old, but every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wonder if I should be self-conscious.
I don’t think I’ll ever have that thought again, not now that I’m watching Jacinthe kiss every soft part of my hips and belly with an ecstatic reverence, like I’ve stepped down from heaven itself.
My eyes even start to feel a bit misty, but with her hands still kneading my ass and her tongue darting out to taste my skin between kisses, I’m suddenly very aware that my bare pussy is just inches from her mouth.
Heat builds in my core, and I know if she keeps going like this, she’s going to get me so wet I’ll be dripping down my leather-clad thighs.
“I want you to taste me,” I tell her.
She groans her agreement and tips her head back to look up at me.
“Finally,” she says on a sigh.
She shuffles up the bed again and tips down onto her back before beckoning to me.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
My throat goes dry, and blood rushes to my cheeks.
I’ve had a girl or two sit on my face in my time, but I’ve never actually been the face sit-ee.
“If you want,” Jacinthe adds when she sees me hesitate.
I chew on my lip for a moment while I think about it. There’s something vulnerable about—quite literally— opening yourself to another person like that, and it’s not an act I’ve ever fantasized about doing myself before, but Jacinthe has already shown me she can handle vulnerable.
If her kissing is anything to go by, she’s also shown me she’s very fucking good with her tongue.
“I want,” I answer.
I climb onto the bed and then crawl up her body. I plant my knees on either side of her head. She hooks her arms around my thighs.
“ Viens ici ,” she instructs, guiding me lower.
At the first stroke of her tongue, I throw my head back and gasp.
She teases me at first, barely touching me with just the tip of her tongue. My hips start jerking, begging for more.
Without warning, she pulls me down harder and buries her face in my pussy, giving me everything she’s got.
I stop seeing. I stop hearing. All I can do is feel.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m moaning, almost screaming, but the whole world has shrunk to just the maddening strokes of her tongue. I grind down on her, and a surge of embarrassment makes me pull back.
There’s no way she can breathe with me doing that, but her fingertips dig a punishment into my thighs as she tugs me back down onto her mouth. I give in and let myself thrust into the pressure of her tongue, guiding her to the exact spot I need her.
I cry out, my muscles already clenching. She keeps up the perfect rhythm, and I ride her face as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.
When I come, her grip on my legs is the only thing that keeps me from toppling over. The force of the release is almost violent, arching my spine and ripping a scream from my mouth.
I keep bucking against her as I come back down, shivering and gasping for air.
Somehow, she manages to flip us around in a few smooth maneuvers until we’re lying on our sides, foreheads pressed together and her arms holding me close.
My heart pounds in my ears. Her mouth is still shiny with the taste of me, her face glistening all the way down to her chin.
“That was incredible,” I breathe. “I mean, holy shit. You deserve to sit on my face all night after that.”
I try to sit up even though I haven’t quite caught my breath yet. She grunts in protest and tugs me back down.
“ Reste là ,” she orders. “We have time.”
She smooths a lock of hair out of my face. I give in and rest my head on her chest.
She’s right. We don’t have to rush anymore. We have tonight and tomorrow and every day after that.
We have all the time in the world.