"Please make me come, Max."
He rubs the rough of his chin between my lips, creating an intense feeling I don’t want to stop. And then his mouth is on my clit. His fingers are pushing back the hood and it's too overwhelming. Consuming.
I whimper. "Max."
I feed my hands through his hair, rubbing myself along his face. His skilled mouth inches the tide back up. And then away. And then up some more. My knees try to close around his head, but he doesn’t stop the repetitive stimulation. My clit begins to throb with sensitivity.
I cry out. Ripping the pillow out from under me, I shove it over my face to mute the sound of my orgasm. My cries only intensify as he licks me through my climax, wringing it out of me with every lap of his tongue.
After several seconds, the mattress moves again. When I finally pull the pillow away, it's to see Max staring at me.
"You okay?"
I want to cover my face, but I don't. "Yep." My giggle makes him smile, and it reaches every part of his face, drawing me to that darn dimple of his. I really like him like this—playful and relaxed. We share a sweet, contented moment.
"Did I... " I roll my eyes. "Did I taste okay?"
"You taste fuckingamazing."
My skin is still humming when I hear a knock at the door. Max jumps up and pulls his jeans on, while I fumble around, searching for my pyjamas.
"Cassidy, you okay, baby?"
Mum.
We freeze. I almost answer her, but Max holds his hand up to silence me.
I stare at him, wide-eyed, and tilt my head.
"Cassidy?"
He grabs his clothes and swings out of the window, climbing down the lattice.
The door slowly opens. My mum creeps cautiously in, relaxing when she sees me up and awake. "Are you okay, my love? I heard you cry out. I thought maybe you had a bad dream."
Sugar Plum Fairy
I standwith my left leg extended, my hand gently touching the barre. The District News team snaps several photos of me. My smile is genuine and a little silly. It's awkward posing for strangers.
"That was perfect, Cassidy," Lilly says as she leans over to view the camera. She nods at her photographer. "That one, definitely."
I pull my legwarmers up and walk over to her. "Did you get everything you need?"
She smiles at me. "Just a few more questions.The Nutcrackeris a constant every year at Christmas and has become a District tradition. We have seen you play Clara every year since you were fourteen. We love you as Clara. So, will you miss her?"
Still reeling from the news of my new role as the Sugar Plum Fairy, I answer with excitement. "I won't miss being on pointe the whole time." I laugh. "But yes, I think I will. It's Clara's journey, ultimately. That role is a huge responsibility. I won't have as much stage time this year,but being the Sugar Plum Fairy means I'll get to do some iconic choreography—including a pique ménage sequence I'm still trying to wrap my head around."
Lilly nods. "Ah, yes. Can you explain this sequence to us?"
"Well, a pique is one move. But to do the pique ménage, like the one the Sugar Plum Fairy does, I'll need to push off my left leg on pointe and turn and repeat this over and over. It sends me in wide sweeping circles around the stage. It's not just about technique, but stamina and keeping my head level or I'll fall over. It's dizzying. Not only that, but I often can't feel my left ankle the next day."
Lilly smiles at me. "That sounds like a lot of work."
"It is. But I love it."
"How do you feel about your headline: 'Golden Girl Cassidy Slater Our Sugar Plum Fairy'?"
Oh, my gawd.
