“Astoria.” Miller reached up and pressed her index finger against her lips briefly. “I don’t want to stop. I just don’t entirely know what I’m doing.”
Something in Astoria’s chest stirred, and she let herself feel it just a little more. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”
Astoria leaned in to kiss her.
It was different from the library. That kiss had been desperate, weeks of tension snapping all at once, both of them grabbing at each other like they were afraid the other would disappear. This was slower, more intentional. Astoria kissed her like they had time, just the two of them in this anonymous room with the city lights glittering below.
Miller’s hands came up to rest on Astoria’s hips, tentatively at first then more sure. She kissed back with a soft sound that made Astoria’s stomach flip, and when Astoria deepened the kiss, Miller matched her, learning the rhythm of it and finding her footing.
They broke apart, both breathing harder.
“Still okay?” Astoria whispered.
“Very okay.” Miller’s voice was rough. “Can we do that again?”
Astoria laughed, a real laugh with a warmth that surprised her, and pulled Miller back in toward her. The second kiss built faster. Miller’s hands slid from Astoria’s hips to her back, pulling her closer, and Astoria let herself be pulled. She could feel the heat of Miller’s body through their clothes and could feel her own pulse pounding in her throat, her wrists, between her legs. The want that had been simmering rose, threatening to boil over.
She walked Miller backward, slow steps, until Miller’s legs hit the edge of the bed. They stopped, their foreheads touching and breath mingling.
“Still okay?” Astoria asked.
“Stop asking me that.” Miller’s hands were tangled in her hair now. “I’ll tell you if I’m not.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Astoria kissed her again, and this time, she didn’t hold back. Her hands tangled in Miller’s hair, tugging gently on the strands at the base of her neck. Her hand dropped to Miller’s waist and played with the dress’s tie.
Miller’s hands traced down Astoria’s side, and her fingers twisted around the hem of Astoria’s silk blouse. She lifted it slightly, as if she was unsure she was allowed to take it off.
Through the kiss, Astoria nodded and made a sound she hoped communicated her willingness. Miller picked up on it and lifted the shirt slowly, gingerly, and Astoria pulled back to help her. She let her shirt fall to the floor next to them, and the sudden coolness of the room prickled her skin. Miller reached down and fumbled as she undid Astoria’s fabric belt. She looked up and smiled, almost shyly, and something inside Astorialoosened. She bunched Miller’s dress in her hands and lifted it over her head, letting it join her blouse on the floor.
Astoria’s eyes roved over Miller’s body. Her skin was creamy smooth with no blemishes, and she was wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set that made heat pool in Astoria’s core. She slid her own pants down over her hips and stepped out of them before she lightly pressed Miller down to the bed with her.
Miller lay on her back, and Astoria leaned in, her lips brushing Miller’s in a slow, lingering kiss. Their mouths moved together, touching lightly at first and exploring each other. Miller rested her hand on Astoria’s shoulders.
Astoria’s mouth trailed to Miller’s jawline, planting soft, sweet kisses along the curve. She let her teeth graze the sensitive skin just below Miller’s ear and nipped gently. Miller gasped, her fingers tightening on Astoria’s arm.
Astoria roamed slowly, starting at Miller’s waist. She traced the edge of Miller’s panties with her fingertips, then slid her palms up and over the soft fabric of her bra, cupping her breasts. Miller arched slightly, her nipples hardening under the touch. Astoria squeezed gently, her thumbs circling the peaks through the lacy material, drawing out a soft moan from Miller.
“You like that?” Astoria asked, her voice low, as she locked onto Miller’s.
“Yes,” Miller breathed, her voice barely audible.
Miller reached her, her hand hesitantly cupping Astoria’s breast through her bra before she squeezed like Astoria had. Astoria hummed in approval and pressed her thigh between Miller’s legs. The friction of their panties rubbing together made Astoria’s core ache, a damp warmth building between her thighs.
Astoria leaned down and kissed again, deeper this time, and Astoria let her tongue slide into Miller’s mouth with deliberateslowness. Her hand slipped lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Miller’s panties. She paused and looked up at her.
“Can I take them off?”
Miller visibly swallowed and nodded. “Please.”
Astoria smiled, easing the lace down Miller’s hips and tossing it aside. She settled between Miller’s legs, her own body warmer against Miller’s cooler skin. Starting at her inner thigh, Astoria kissed her way up, light bites punctuating the path, tiny nips on the soft flesh that made Miller squirm. When she reached Miller’s pussy, already slick with arousal, Astoria didn’t rush. She parted Miller’s folds with two fingers, stroking the outer lips slowly, feeling the wetness coat her skin.
“You’re so wet already,” Astoria purred against Miller’s inner thigh. She circled Miller’s clit with her thumb, applying just enough pressure on the swollen nub to make Miller’s hips buck against her. Miller moaned, her hands fisting the sheets. Astoria leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste her, a long, flat lick from entrance to clit, and Miller cried out.
Astoria took her time, licking in slow, steady strokes, her mouth covering Miller’s pussy as she sucked gently on the clit. Her fingers joined in, one sliding along the entrance, teasing without pushing inside. Miller’s breaths came in short gasps, and her body trembled from the pleasure building layer by layer.
