“These are nice,” she says, and it takes me way too long to realize she’s commenting on the fact I’m wearinghershorts.
I chuckle and start to respond when she inches the waistband down and nips at the dip of my hip. The touch islike getting poked with a live wire. I feel the spark across every inch of my skin, and I jolt off the mattress.
“Damn.” Casey chuckles as I settle back down on the bed. She palms my pussy through our shorts, and her eyes flutter shut, she groans low in her throat. “You are so fucking wet.”
I lift my hips once again, silently screaming for her to find out just how wet I am. “Please, Casey,” I say. “Touch. Me.”
And the teasing glint in her eye is gone. It’s replaced by hungry lust. She pulls my shorts down over my hips, and I kick them off before letting my legs fall wide open. I want her to see what she’s done to me—how drenched I am for her.
She inhales sharply at the sight of my pooling arousal. I know I’m dripping, I can feel it coating my thighs, and I bet it’s saturating the sheets beneath me. And as much as I want, and have been begging for her to touch me, I love the way she’s staring at me.
My whole life there’s always been a lingering insecurity. A small, but noticeable whisper of doubt about how I look when I’m naked. Nina’s never done anything to make me feel that way, I’ve had this long before I met her. But it’s plagued my thoughts whenever I imagined being intimate with someone, this persistent worry I wouldn’t be enough. Skinny enough. Beautiful enough. Skilled at pleasing someone enough.
But with the way Casey stares at me, as if she’s in awe of my body, with a gaze full of pure hunger and appreciation, I don’t feel any of my usual doubt or insecurity.
“You’re perfect,” Casey whispers, and her words fill me with warmth.
She sinks down until she’s restingin between my aching thighs. She holds my eye contact as she wraps her arms around my legs, locking me in place. She holds eye contact as slowly—so achingly slowly—she licks her lips once before lowering her mouth to my pussy. Half her face is hidden by my body, but still, she holds our eye contact. I swear she doesn’t blink once. Not until her tongue takes one long, lingering slide from my core to my pulsing clit. It’s me who loses our little staring contest as my eyelids flutter shut and my head drops back, a fierce groan yanking from my throat.
She holds on tight to my hips as I buck and thrash. Her tongue ravages my swollen clit. She licks and sucks, and my core tightens as I fist the sheets. I’m so wet she easily slides two fingers inside me and that’s it. My pussy clenches around her fingers. My orgasm arrives fast and hard, an explosion of heat that ripples through my limbs. Every muscle in my abdomen tightens, and I scream. My thighs squeeze Casey’s head as I convulse with the intensity of my climax. I’ve never felt something so powerful or euphoric as I clench around her. Casey doesn’t move as she lets me ride out the rest of the orgasm.
Fuck. Holy shit! I should be embarrassed at how fast I came. What was that? Three seconds? But how could I be embarrassed, knowing how phenomenal she made me feel?
Casey helps ease me through my aftershocks, and my legs drop bonelessly against the sheets. My body is sweaty, and my limbs are spent.
“That was—Damn, Casey. Wow,” I say, breathless.
Casey hums in agreement. Her head rests against the inside of my thigh. Her palm, from the arm still wrapped underneath my leg, lies flat on my stomach, her thumb stroking softly.
“Wow. I … I was not expecting that.”
Casey chuckles. “Are you saying that wasn’t what you wanted?”
I smile. “No, that’s exactly what I wanted. I don’t know. I just …” I brush her hair back behind her ear, and she watches me, her expression soft and open. “You were just so …Dammit, Case.”
“What?” she asks. She lifts her head up in amusement. “What was I?”
I have to cover my face with my hands as I laugh. This asshole is going to make me say it. “You were just so … So hot!”
Casey’s grin is radiant and a tad smug.
“What made you take control like that?” I ask.
Casey and I have had plenty of conversations about sex. While she’s not as explicit in the details as I’ve been with her, she does share the things she enjoys and things she wishes her partners do more of. And because of these conversations, I expected to be the one to take the lead between us once things finally got going. She’s never expressed favoring that role, and it’s one I’ve taken with Nina from the very beginning. I’m not going to call Nina a pillow princess, but I am always on top. And Casey knows this.
But now Casey smirks and rests her face back against my thigh. “Because I knew how much you’d like it.”
“How?” I ask, genuinely confused. I’ve always told her the opposite.
“Because,” she says slowly and shifts her fingers that I somehow forgot were still buried deep inside me. I gasp at the sensation as she inches back, but doesn’t fully pull out. “You were forced into a role without being given the opportunity to find out if it’s what you really wanted.”
“That’s not true—” I inhale sharply, my words cut off byCasey easing her fingers back deeper inside me. “Fuck, Casey.”
“Hm?” she asks, all faux innocence.
“What’re you—?” I’m cut off yet again by her pulling her fingers out and teasing my entrance. My legs instinctually spread wider, my pussy throbbing and empty without her. A moment ago, I didn’t think I could move if the house was on fire, but now warmth floods my core, and my body is begging for round two.
“It’s not your fault,” she whispers. My breathing has gone ragged as she eases one finger tip inside. “You thought you liked being in control. You thought you liked taking the lead. But look at how responsive you are to me.”
