“Hey?” Kaelee waited until Greta looked back at her. Then sheslid her finger into her mouth and made an exaggerated noise of approval. “This is good, but it needs something more.”
“Oh?”
“Taste.” Kaelee swiped up another glob of the admittedly perfect homemade whipped cream and held her finger out toward Greta. “Unless you don’t want…”
Greta let out a breathy laugh. “I definitely want. I alwayswantwhen you’re near.”
“What is it you want? A taste?” Kaelee teased.
Greta smiled at her. “Are you offering?” She caught Kaelee’s wrist and held on to it as she sucked Kaelee’s finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. When she licked all the whipped cream off, Greta teased, “Anywhere you want my mouth, just dab a little of that. I can follow a trail.”
Kaelee paused, expecting the same panic she usually felt at the thought of being open and vulnerable. It wasn’t there. Not with Greta. “Yes. I think… yes.”
Greta stared at her in a mix of longing and awe. “Is that what you’re offering? You can still be in control, Kaelee. I’ll stay only where you lead me.”
Greta waited, watching her as if there was something of a negotiation happening, and Kaelee loved her just a little more for understanding her hangups. She took a swipe of the whipped cream and put it on her lips.
The smile Greta gave her was joyous. She pushed her chair back and murmured, “Happily go there.”
Kaelee felt like her heart was going too fast as she watched Greta approach her. Almost without thinking, Kaelee’s hands fell on the curves of Greta’s hips. She wanted her near, and she wanted to let go of her control for a minute.
Then Greta bent down and licked the whipped cream from Kaelee’s lips, nibbling and sucking and caressing her mouth so thoroughly that Kaelee wasn’t sure she’d ever been so properly kissed in her life.
When Greta straightened, she stood waiting, gaze locked on Kaelee. “Anywhere else?”
Kaelee peeled her shirt and bra off. Without saying a word, she smeared the whipped cream along her throat where it met her collarbone and then she stared at Greta and dabbed it over her nipples. Her voice sounded softer than normal as she said, “A few other places.”
Greta didn’t comment as she flicked her tongue over Kaelee’s nipples, one and then the other. She suckled and nipped. Her breaths were hot against Kaelee’s throat as she moved upward to nibble along the edge of her throat. Then she chased the trickle of whipped cream that was now trailing down Kaelee’s chest.
“I like this dessert,” Greta murmured before she leaned back to watch the very slightest trail of cream drip down the curve of Kaelee’s breast and onto her stomach.
“You missed a bit,” Kaelee managed to say.
“Gravity is my friend here,” Greta said before she mouthed the swell of Kaelee’s left breast and bit her nipple again gently.
“I wasn’t planning on this,” Kaelee confessed as she arched into Greta’s mouth. “Not being seduced. I do that. Seduce you.”
Greta chuckled. “If you don’t thinkI’mseduced right now, too, you aren’t paying attention.”
“Maybe I’m not as observant as you.” Kaelee clutched the back of Greta’s hair, tangling her fingers in the mass of loose curls there and pulling her back so she could see her face.
“Let me have you.” Greta held her gaze.
A part of Kaelee’s heart wanted to yellyesand offer Greta everything, forever. She paused, waiting for the anxiety she always felt when considering allowing anyone to top her. The panic was silent. Completely absent.
“Where do you want me?” Kaelee said.
A smile bloomed on Greta’s face. “You’re still in charge, Kaelee. Just tell me where you want my mouth.”
“I don’t need that. Not the whipped cream or the control.” Kaeleeshivered as she said the next words, “Make love to me, Greta. Take me to your bed, andtake me.”
Greta stepped back and took Kaelee’s hand in hers. She led her to the bedroom and turned on the bedside light. “You’ll tell me if that changes? At any point. You can stop me, say no, whatever you need.”
“Yes.”
“I mean it. If that changes or if you want me to stop or pause—”
“I want you. Itrustyou more than I have ever trusted another person. I feel those same feelings, you know?” Kaelee hated how shaky she sounded, but she needed to get the words out. She couldn’t imagine ever trusting anyone else this way. In a raspy voice, she confessed, “I’ve only let one person… a friend… and I was drunk. I had to be in order to try to…”
