I bent down and tickled my lips across hers, gentler than a sea breeze. Her eyes were closed when I stood up again. My fingers dipped into her hair and held on for fear of floating away. I pulled her against me, resting her head between my breasts.
“Oh, Kim. What are you doing?”
“Whatever you ask, your majesty.”
Her perpetually-warm hands curled around my wrists and I was prepared for nothing. Her breath pulsed over my bare belly. She slowly moved her head and I closed my eyes, hoping to save this moment for eternity.
I pressed her shoulders back until she was laying on the bed. I followed her with my body. My lips met hers again and we kissed like virgins, all pucker and no push.
Serena felt stiff against me, but her mouth opened just a little. I rested my hand against the heat of her throat and she gasped, coaxing my breath into her body. I slipped the tip of my tongue in behind it and she didn’t seem to mind.
All I could smell was her freshly-soaped skin and the ocean breeze. I pulled away for a moment and held myself up, just to be sure it really was Serena, that I wasn’t dreaming, or high.
Above her like that, it was like I was floating. Maybe it was just an adrenaline rush. Fear tingled between my shoulder blades and across my chest. But there was a pulse that rocked me lower, and deeper.
I let myself fall again. For all my fear, I felt safe with Serena. Maybe it’s because she’s bigger than I am. And every time I fell, her lips were open to catch me.
She cupped my ass in her hands and squeezed. I slipped her beautiful brown nipple into my mouth and tugged.
“God, Kimmie. That feels so nice.”
Her hip pressed up against my pussy and I ground myself on it. The ocean breeze pulsed across us and with it came the scent of my arousal, and something else. It was more than just a mix of sea and me. It was Serena. And suddenly, the tingling fear grew stronger.
It was like this morning. When the car wouldn’t start, and we had to push it downhill. It got so big and fast and I didn’t know if I could catch it or control it. And I wondered what would happen if I just rolled with it.
This moment had suddenly gotten very big and very fast. I could barely remember getting here.
Serena pulled on my shoulders, anxious to get me back down in reach of her mouth. I held firm, though, scared of what this might all mean when it was over.
“Kimmie?”
“Huh?”
Her low voice curled its way up to my ears. “Loosen up.”
I sucked on my lip and tried to stop worrying. Serena’s hand on my hip made me jump. Her thigh against my clit was like a spark.
She wrapped her fingers around my arm and pulled me onto my back beside her. I thought I might shake apart as she pressed her hot palm to the side of my face. It felt so natural when she slipped her mouth over mine and pulled on it, as gently as if it were a baby bird.
It was like it always was. I get all the brilliant ideas. Then when it gets complicated, I just can’t bring it home. It’s Serena who makes stuff happen.
Her mouth on my skin was ecstasy. Her hands so soft and warm, so big against mine. I’d fucked guys who were smaller than her, but it was never like this.
She kissed my belly like it was a destination, not a shortcut. She lured my nipples into her mouth. She took nothing, just freed me to give everything.
When her fingers reached my pussy I moaned my desire across her tongue. I clawed my little hands into her shoulders as she coaxed my thighs apart without touching them. She held my breath as I sighed into her mouth.
Even with her fingers inside me I didn’t feel conquered. I felt shared. Even when she got rough, it wasn’t abrasive. Even at her strongest it was finite. Gliding, not stabbing. Squeezing, not squashing.
Finding. Not taking.
Serena slipped her mouth off mine and laid a patchwork quilt of kisses over my breasts and belly. I pulled on her arm in apprehension.
“Wh…where are you going?”
She kissed my hip bone and bit her lip. “I’m not sure. But I think we’ll both know when I get there.”
Serena pillowed her lips and blew cool air over my skin. She brushed the edge of my bush with her nose and looked straight at me.
“So pretty.”
She weaved her fingers through mine and squeezed. Her pursed lips pressed into the hardness of my clit and my body buzzed. The curling wetness of her tongue fanned out across me and spread the tingling sensation straight up my spine. The hair on my head and neck shrugged across my skin as she kneaded my clit with her mouth, rolling her fingers around inside me.
I arched my back as she teased sensations from deep inside me, my voice catching against my ribs as I moaned out my climax. Serena matched the pulsing of my orgasm with the sucking motion of her mouth, shooting tiny shocks up through my body until I collapsed.
“Perfection…” I could barely voice the word.
She kissed my pussy a couple more times. “Hmm?”
“Told you…I’d know it when you made me come.”
She crawled up and lay beside me, running her moist fingers over my belly. Her smile was as content as if she’d been the one coming. I took a moment to catch my breath and then pushed her down with a strength that I rarely admitted having.
I traced her sensuous lips with my fingers, her tongue snaking out to moisten them. She swept them into her mouth and drew on them, attacking them like she was ravenous. I kissed her through the cage of my fingers, feeling deliciously dirty sucking my own juices from her.
I couldn’t wait. I had to please her. I swept my hand down her body and pressed my slick fingers to her pussy. She squealed as I touched her, and sobbed as I entered.
For all that she’d loved me like a woman, I couldn’t help getting manly with her. I hauled my knee up and pumped the back of my hand with it, driving my fingers inside her, pressing the knuckle of my thumb up against her clit. She held me, open-eyed and open-mouthed, her fingers squeezing my hair as I grunted with effort.
Her voice erupted inside my throat as she came. An ascending wave of sobbing moans filled my lungs as desire filled my heart. She squeezed the life out of my fingers and I didn’t care if I never got them back. They were hers, anyway.
Serena loosened up all over and I fell on her, my face against the unbearable softness of her breast.
“Oh, god, Kimmie. You’re everything I knew you’d be.”
I kissed her throat, her chin, her pretty mouth. “Knew?”
She smiled at the ceiling. “I’m so glad we’re here. And it’s just us.” She stared at her hand, at the tell-tale space, and I held my breath.
She glanced at me, saw where I was looking. Read my expression perfectly. She threaded her slick fingers through mine.
“Kimmie, don’t.”
“What?”
“Don’t let this slip through your fingers.”
“But…what if…”
“Uh-ah.” She pressed me flat on my back and hovered just above me. Her breath washed into my mouth. “You’re being silly. Stop it.”
My lips vibrated on hers as I replied. “Anything you ask, your majesty.”
This, I Can Do
Lungs of steel. That’s what we should have named her. “Abigail” is far too refined for my little bundle of energy and noise. But Bradley insisted his daughter should have a family name, and I never could say no to that man. When he rolled over this morning and put his hand on my hip…well, if he’d asked, I just might have succumbed. It would have been our first one since becoming parents.
The night still weighed heavy on my eyelids. Those tiny nubs of teeth poking through Abbie’s gums caused havoc in every part of my daily life. I can barely feed her, I can barely sleep, I can barely hear myself think. Her pain is my pain, in every way. But when she screams and I’ve hardly slept, I just want to put her in a soundproof room and chug booze straight from the bottle. I eyed the pantry. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d had a drink this early, but I hadn’t done it in years.