Hope shook her head. “No, I hadn’t made that connection.”
“Ah. Well, then…” Angelica trailed off, kissing her firmly. “Mouth and fingers, and just trust yourself. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good.”
Hope’s eyes filled with curiosity and then mischief. Angelica moved her tongue against her lips, already anticipating what was going to happen next. She would love every second of it, no matter what. Angelica slid her fingers through Hope’s hair again, pushing the loose strands behind her ear before raising an eyebrow at her.
“So are you going to or not?”
“Definitely yes,” Hope answered.
She awkwardly moved down the bed, lying on her stomach. Angelica put her legs over Hope’s shoulders, moving her knees to the side to open herself even more for Hope. Angelica watched Hope carefully, a smile on her lips that she couldn’t get rid of. Not that she wanted to. She was enjoying this way too much.
Hope kissed Angelica’s hip bones, then the swell of her stomach that had grown in the last year with perimenopause. Angelica watched every single shift that Hope made, moving with her when she could. The anticipation of feeling Hope’smouth against her, the heat and breath on her, were nearly as good as when Hope finally did cover her.
“That’s it,” Angelica said, reaching down and sliding her fingers into Hope’s hair again. She petted her gently as Hope grew in confidence and licked her harder and faster.
It took a few fumbled attempts for Hope to find the right angle and position to lie in, but eventually she slid two fingers inside. Angelica sighed into the touch. It was exactly what she’d wanted and so much more. Hope added a third finger, curling them upward.
Angelica moaned, tightening her grasp in Hope’s hair as she lifted her hips to meet Hope’s mouth. Her heart thundered. She closed her eyes, focusing just on the touches that Hope gave her, the way her tongue slid, the roughness of her tastebuds before it all disappeared into just hard licks. Angelica couldn’t stop thinking that she was the ice cream that Hope was licking up and savoring every flavor of.
“Don’t stop,” Angelica managed to murmur before she completely lost the ability to talk.
This was so good. Hope flicked her fingers rhythmically, moving her tongue against Angelica’s clit. And all Angelica could do was lie there and take every second, every touch that Hope gave her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fell into the fantasy that this could really just be the two of them, together. No one else and nothing else would interfere with what they were creating here. Nothing outside the walls of this room could touch them and ruin this.
Angelica groaned. She was so close, on the verge of letting everything go and feeling nothing but that release of pent-up arousal and lust finally coming to fruition. Nearly a year of waiting for it, for touches, for kisses, for tastes and they were finally here. She gasped. That pinnacle of pleasure hit her hard,grasping her tightly and pulling her under the swell of pleasure and drowning her in it.
And she let herself drown.
Angelica could barely breathe as Hope continued to tease her, to play her body like a fine-tuned instrument that she’d been practicing on for years. But it was nearly too much. The pleasure edging on painful and overwhelming. She reached down, tugging on Hope’s hair as she called her name.
“Stop. Enough.”
Hope pulled up, concern crossing her features for a second before morphing into understanding. She slid her fingers from Angelica and then promptly put them between her lips.
“Mmm, delicious,” Hope whispered, moving her tongue between her fingers and gathering every bit possible.
Angelica laughed, her entire body hot with just being spent, a feeling she loved and wanted to feel far more often than she did.
“Sweet with a hint of citrus,” Hope wrinkled her nose before bending down and licking Angelica fully.
Crying out from the unexpected move, Angelica turned her legs to move away from the sudden onslaught of touch. Then she laughed. “I didn’t think you’d analyze my flavor.”
“What chef wouldn’t?” Hope giggled before crawling back up the bed and landing next to Angelica. She curled her lips up and kissed her again before settling.
Angelica watched her go from laughing to serious at the drop of a hat, and the worry that should have been there this whole time came rampaging into her chest. She breathed in slowly, brushing the backs of her fingers against Hope’s cheek and swallowing.
Was this when reality would come crashing down on them?
“I should probably get back,” Hope whispered.
Angelica nodded her understanding. Hope wasn’t hers to have, not fully. And she’d known that going into this. Just likewith Leanne, she’d made the same mistake again. But again, just like with Leanne, Angelica couldn’t add this to her list of regrets.
“I should feel guilt, you know.” Hope pressed her lips together, her gaze alight with something teasing that Angelica couldn’t quite place. “But I don’t.”
Angelica thought about that for a second, but it didn’t take her long to reach the same conclusion. “Me either.”
“I just feel… happy.” Hope sighed, biting her lip. That look turned into a twinkle.
“Me too,” Angelica agreed, laughing freely.
