Chapter 12 #2
The first taste made them both groan. Lizzie was already wet. Already ready. Sarah used her tongue slowly at first, exploring, which made Lizzie gasp and grip the sheets.
Lizzie was vocal. She didn’t hold back. Every moan, every “yes,” every “right there” told Sarah exactly what she liked. Sarah paid attention. Adjusted. Found a rhythm that had Lizzie trembling.
“Please don’t stop.”
Sarah had no intention of stopping. She slid her hand up Lizzie’s thigh, fingers tracing along her entrance. Lizzie was so wet.
“Please.”
Sarah slipped a finger inside her. Lizzie felt tight and warm and perfect. She moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm with her tongue and her hand that had Lizzie saying her name as if she were casting a spell.
“Sarah. Oh, Sarah.”
Lizzie was getting close. Breathing faster, whole body tense. Sarah kept the same pressure, the same rhythm. Steady and relentless.
“I’m going to—”
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
Lizzie came with Sarah’s name on her lips. Her whole body shook, thighs trembling around Sarah’s head. Sarah stayed with her through it, gentling as the waves passed, until Lizzie was pulling at her shoulders.
“Come here. I need to kiss you.”
Sarah crawled up and Lizzie kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Sarah’s lips. Her hands were everywhere, sliding over Sarah’s back, down her sides, exploring.
“That was incredible.”
Sarah kissed her again instead of answering. Lizzie smiled against her mouth.
“My turn.”
She rolled them over before Sarah could protest. Sarah’s bra came off and Lizzie just stared for a moment.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I get to touch you.”
Then her mouth was on Sarah’s breast and Sarah forgot how to think. Lizzie was enthusiastic, eager, using her tongue and her teeth in ways that made Sarah’s hands fist in the sheets.
“That feels so good.”
Lizzie moved to the other breast. Gave it the same attention. Sarah could feel herself getting wetter with every pass of Lizzie’s tongue.
“I want to taste you.” Lizzie kissed lower, across Sarah’s ribs, over her stomach. “I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
“Oh yeah?” She pulled the underwear off slowly. Sarah lifted her hips to help. Then Lizzie was settling between her thighs and everything else ceased to exist
“That’s perfect. Just like that.”
Lizzie hummed and the vibration made Sarah grip the sheets. Her tongue moved in slow circles, then faster when Sarah’s breathing picked up. Sarah’s hands found Lizzie’s hair, holding her there.
“Oh, Lizzie..Liz....”
Lizzie’s hands gripped Sarah’s thighs. The pressure was building. Different than anything Sarah had felt in years. This was Lizzie between her legs. Lizzie’s mouth on her.
When Lizzie added her fingers, sliding inside slowly, Sarah nearly came right then.
“I’m close.”
Lizzie doubled down. Tongue moving faster, fingers curling to hit exactly the right spot. Sarah came hard, saying Lizzie’s name, whole body shaking. Lizzie stayed with her until Sarah pulled her up.
They kissed. Deep and messy and perfect. Sarah could taste herself on Lizzie’s lips.
“Was that okay?”
“That was perfect.” Sarah rolled them over. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
She took her time this round. Kissed Lizzie slowly, thoroughly. Explored places she’d missed before. Inside of her elbow. The curve of her hip. Behind her knee. All the places that made Lizzie groan.
“That tickles.”
“Does it?” Sarah kissed her inner thigh. “What about here?”
“That definitely doesn’t tickle.”
Sarah used her mouth and her hands together. Building Lizzie up slowly. She brought her to the edge twice and backed off both times, until Lizzie was begging.
“Sarah, please. I need to come.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Please.”
Sarah finally gave her what she wanted. Used her mouth and fingers in the rhythm she knew Lizzie loved. This time when Lizzie came, she said “I’m falling for you” and the air left Sarah’s lungs.
She crawled back up and pulled Lizzie close. They were both shaking.
“Did you mean that?”
“Mean what?”
“What you said. When you came.”
Lizzie was quiet for a moment. “I don’t remember what I said.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Okay. Yeah. I meant it.” Lizzie looked up at her. “Is that okay?”
Sarah should say no. Should tell her this was just physical. Just spring break. But looking at Lizzie’s face in the dim light, eyes so open and vulnerable, she couldn’t lie.
“Yeah. That’s okay.”
Lizzie smiled and kissed her. Soft and sweet at first, then deeper. She pushed Sarah onto her back.
“My turn to make you fall apart.”
“You already did.”
“Again.”
Lizzie kissed down Sarah’s body. She was more confident now. She knew what Sarah liked. When she put her mouth back on Sarah, she didn’t hesitate. She used everything she’d learned. Every reaction. Every sound.
“Lizzie, I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can.” Lizzie looked up at her. “Come for me again.”
And Sarah did. She came harder than the first time, her whole body arching off the bed..
They lay tangled together afterward. Neither could move. Outside the rain had stopped. Gray dawn was creeping through the blinds. The room smelled like sex and sweat and the beginning of whatever this was.
Sarah pulled Lizzie close, wrapped them both in sheets that were completely wrecked.
“We should probably talk about this.”
“Tomorrow.” Lizzie’s voice was already sleepy.
“Tomorrow?”
“Right now I just want to hold you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. That’s more than okay.”
They were quiet then. Just breathing together. Sarah ran her fingers through Lizzie’s hair, still damp from the rain. Lizzie’s hand rested on Sarah’s stomach, thumb moving in small circles.
This was dangerous. Every minute made it harder to pretend this meant nothing. Made it harder to keep the walls up that had protected her for fifteen years.
But Lizzie’s breathing was evening out, her body going soft with sleep. And Sarah couldn’t bring herself to move.
Just tonight. Just let me have tonight.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift, holding Lizzie close, listening to the silence.
For the first time in longer than she could remember, Sarah felt exactly where she was supposed to be.