Not with words anyway.
She’d waited too long for this, dreamed about it, touched herself multiple times by this point, imagining the way April smelled, how she tasted. She wasn’t about to waste time talking.
She spread April’s legs wider, her hands slicking down her thighs as she pressed close. She nosed April’s center, that lacy material scratching at her skin. Daphne hooked her arms under April’s thighs, her palms flat against the top of her ass, pulling her as close as Daphne could possibly get her. She inhaled, breathingin April’s arousal, then licked right up her center, a hard press of her tongue.
“Oh my god,” April said, her head falling back.
Daphne could taste April through the lace, feel how wet she was, and it was the hottest thing Daphne had maybe ever experienced. She and Elena had shared a pretty vibrant sex life, and Daphne, even in her limited experience, loved eating pussy and knew she was good at it.
But this.
April Evans.
Well, that was it, wasn’t it?
This wasn’t Elena. This wasn’t anyone except April.
Daphne moaned against her, and April plunged her hand into Daphne’s hair, pulling just enough to make Daphne feel even more feral. She lapped at April’s cunt, swirling her tongue and using her teeth to pluck at the lace for more friction.
“Please,” April said, her hips pumping against Daphne’s mouth. “Fuck, Daphne, please.”
Daphne wanted to give her everything. She wanted to rip that lace right off, bury her face skin to skin, but she was going to make April come like this first. There was something incredibly hot about April begging and Daphne acquiescing in slow, tortuous steps.
So when April tried to pull her underwear to the side, Daphne grabbed her hand and held it palm down on the desk, her tongue working even harder over that lace.
“Oh, god,” April said. “Daphne, fuck.”
Daphne hummed and licked, using her lips and teeth too, pulling April so tight against her she could barely breathe, but god, what a fucking way to go.
“I’m gonna come,” April said, hips at a wild pace now. “Oh, fuck, Daph—”
She went silent for a second, her mouth open as her body shuddered under Daphne’s mouth. She tossed her head back and screamed. That was the only word for it. She screamed, Daphne’s name andfuck, fuck, fuckmixing together in the most perfect cocktail. It made Daphne feel so wild, she didn’t even wait for April to come down. Instead, she shoved aside that underwear, literally ripping the left side in the process, and put her mouth directly on April’s gorgeous pussy.
“God, fuck, Daphne,” April said, bucking against her, but after that, there were no intelligible words. She leaned back farther on the desk, nearly lying down now, one hand still buried in Daphne’s hair, and rutted against Daphne’s face.
Daphne slid her tongue inside, pumping in and out of her with her nose bumping April’s clit until she came again. April’s legs locked up, closing around Daphne’s ears, her cries nothing but a raspy moan this time.
She shuddered a few more times as Daphne slowed her touch, kissing gently now, grazing her hands softly down April’s thighs to her knees. April still jolted, giggling this time. She was fully lying down on the desk now, her head resting against the window at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable, but when Daphne looked up from between her legs, she was smiling.
“What the fuck was that, Love?” she asked, still out of breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess, the back of it sticking to the window as the rain pelted the glass.
Daphne laughed, then pressed a kiss to the inside of April’s thigh, which also resulted in a giggle. Then she stood up, her hands braced on April’s knees.
“That?” She leaned between April’s legs and slid her fingertips down April’s thighs so that her thumbs rested right on either side of her pussy. “That was just a preview.”
April’s mouth dropped open, and god, Daphne loved this. Shedidn’t know who she was right now, where this domme energy came from, but she never wanted it to end.
She smiled, her own cheeks flaming hot as well, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t shy. She was excited. Empowered.
She washappy.
She pulled back, then tilted her head as she smiled at April. “Do you have any toys?”
Chapter
Twenty-One
Daphne’s voice wentstraight to April’s clit. She’d already come twice, but fuck, she was pretty sure she could come thirty times, and it wouldn’t be enough. Daphne made her feel completely unhinged and desperate. She could admit it now, after weeks of fighting it, convincing herself that the two of them in any capacity were a bad idea—they probably still were, but April didn’t care.
