“Aaah.”My moan reverberates through Nic’s bedroom as her tongue swipes along my clit.Oh fucking fuck.She’s actually licking me.She’s actually doing it.And it’s too much.It’s quite simply too much for my body as well as my brain.Because I might have clocked her as a hot cougar from the first moment I met her, but I could never have imagined this.When her fingers demand entrance, I come loud and hard before they’ve even fully slipped inside me.My clit thumps wildly against her tongue as all of me surrenders to Dr.Nic.As I become someone so eager to receive, it scares me not a small amount.
“Are you okay?”Nic asks as she shuffles upward.“Hey.”Even though she’s barely been inside me, I smell myself on the hand she brings to my cheek.She smiles and it undoes something in me.
“Fuck,” is all I say.
Nic chuckles in response.She sidles up to me, her body warm like the most comforting blanket, and curls an arm tightly around me.
I’m torn between doing what we just did all over again and just lying here for a while, in her arms, processing and recovering—because it feels like I need to recover from something.I’m torn because if I don’t do something, it might all just be over.She might kick me out and I very well might never see her again.But my body is so satiated, so lazy from that climax, my arms feel like lead, and I just want to lie here with her like this forever.So I do, even though forever can only last for a short while.
“I don’t want to move my arm,” Nic says, after what might be two minutes, fifteen, or a hundred—I have no idea.“But I also really need to drink some water.Sorry about that.”
“Are you hungover already?”I swiftly decide that joking myself through the aftermath is the best way forward.At least I will have had a laugh.
Nic removes her arm and I’m instantly cold.I fumble with the sheets until I’m covered.She turns toward the nightstand and drinks from a glass of water that must always be there.
“Do you want some?”She hands me the glass.
“Sure.”I take the glass from her and my mind is cast back to the water I gave her at the party—when our fingers touched and my entire body responded.“You did knock back that champagne with gusto.”I give her back the glass.
“I know.”Nic nods.“I shouldn’t have done that, but…”
“But?”
She nods at me as though I poured every drop down her throat personally.
“What?It’s my fault?”I can’t suppress a grin.
“No, but yes.”She shakes her head.“I was starstruck and I wasn’t the only one.”
“For real?”She must be kidding.
“I don’t know how else to explain… what I did.”Nic deposits the glass on the nightstand and slides under the covers with me.
“Ida Burton, Faye Fleming,andSadie Ireland were there.”
“I’ve known Ida forever,” Nic says, as if it explains everything.“You have something… special.”She rolls her eyes.“I can’t believe I’m saying trite stuff like this.”
“Since when have you, um, felt like that?”I ask.Because I can ask this question now.
“If I’m honest, probably for a while, but I only became fully aware of it this afternoon, at the party.It just hit me.Made me weak at the knees.Very weak.”
“I can take the blame if you need me to.”
“This is very complicated.”Under the sheets, her hand finds mine.Our fingers intertwine.“I’m just giving myself a short period of grace where I don’t have to think about the consequences yet.”
I wish I could say something trite right now, but it would most likely also be untrue—and what’s the point of that?
“Okay.”I scoot toward her.“I’m fully available and ready to go again if you need me to take your mind off things.”Gently, I kiss her smiling lips, then hover over her ear.“Do you have a strap I can use?”
Nic’s body shakes with laughter.“You really are too much, Avery.”
“I am,” I say.“I’m very aware.”It’s why I’m in therapy.
Chapter14
Nic
Instead of asking Avery to leave—to preserve the last of my sanity—I dig a dusty strap-on out of a drawer somewhere.As soon as she clasps eyes on it, Avery shakes her head and declares it unusable.But now the idea of her fucking me with one is lodged in my head.
