"Let me take you," she offered. Without waiting for a response, she swept me up and carried me to the table. For once, I didn't mind the help at all.
I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was already past one in the afternoon. Kelsey was kind enough to say I hadn’t overslept, even though we both knew we’d barely seen the sunrise.
"Kels, yesterday was... crazy," I admitted, my voice still raspy. "I never thought that depriving myself and obeying would bring me to this level of pleasure. If anyone asked, I wouldn't even know how to explain it."
Kelsey offered a smile that I wanted to frame. She caught my hand, kissing my fingertips one by one. "You’re perfect, Megs. You're a complex, intriguing woman, but your body speaks so clearly for you that my first instinct was just to let you do whatever you wanted with me."
I reached out, gently caressing her cheek. "Thank you for not doing what I wanted," I whispered.
She laughed, pulling me in for a quick peck on the lips. For a while, we sat in comfortable silence, but as I ate my fruit salad, she shifted her chair back. My instinct took over; I moved to sit on her lap. Her hands slid over my thighs, anchoring my body against hers. Between fondling and soft kisses, she eventually swept me up to carry me back to the bedroom.
"I feel like I've been run over," I confessed as I hugged a pillow, watching her head toward the bathroom. "But somehow, I want you to run me over again."
When she returned, I made a superhuman effort to at least brush my teeth and shower. Kelsey found me halfway there and, without a word, wrapped her arms around my waist. We stepped into the shower together. As she soaped my back, she smiled against my skin.
"These are the most beautiful marks I’ve ever left on anyone," she remarked.
I struggled to turn and catch my reflection in the mirror. I saw the parallel red scratches, evidence of her intensity. Her eyes shone with pride. I kissed her deeply, my breath catching when her hands squeezed my breasts. "Yeah... they're not ugly at all," I panted. "I’d call them fascinating, actually."
"I’m going to make you relax a little more," she promised, kneeling before me.
Completely different from the way she had devoured me earlier, she used her tongue to stimulate me slowly, calmly. As the excitement took over, I leaned against the cool tile wall and gripped her hair.
I kept one hand on the wall for balance in case my legs gave out. I heard her moan against me, and the sound only fueled my fire. When I finally came in her mouth, I pushed her back against the glass and held her leg up, kissing her again.
"Mmm," I murmured against her lips, trapping her lower lip between my teeth.
"Where did that strength come from?" she asked, breathless. "Were you pretending to be in pain?"
"It’s not strength, it’s pure horniness," I countered. "Now you carry me back to the room."
We kissed again, and I slid two fingers inside her as our wet, soapy bodies glided against each other. Though I was sore, my movements were precise, careful.
My lips found her nipples, and Kelsey encouraged me by pulling on my hair, urging me to continue. Her moans grew louder, and I felt a rush of heat just imagining her taste in my mouth.
With one of her legs hooked over my shoulder, I used my fingers to expose her clitoris. My tongue made long, vertical sweeps until I reached her peak, circling it while my fingers maintained a steady rhythm at her entrance.
Her muscles contracted involuntarily until her warmth flooded my senses. I would bottle a wine with her taste and drink it every day; she was an addiction I intended to cultivate.
We stood up with some difficulty and kissed again. "You're a bitch," she teased, her eyes sparkling. "I didn't say anything about you going down on me."
"Was it bad?" I feigned offense, and she pulled me in for another kiss.
"That’s the problem," she confessed. "I haven't found a single thing about you that’s bad yet."
After the shower, I put on the robe from the night before but soon swapped it for one of her oversized sleep shirts. Kelsey joined me in similar mesh shorts and a large tee.
"I thought a billionaire would wear expensive silk pajamas!" I joked.
"These shirts look better on you than they do on me," she replied, leaning over the bed. I pulled her by the collar for a long, lingering kiss. "Do you want me to get you some underwear?" she asked.
I shook my head, and she grinned. "Right answer, sweetie."
She lay down, and I snuggled into her arms. Some movie started playing on the TV, but shortly after, I felt myself drifting back into a deep, protected sleep.
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"She dances on my tongue tastes like she might be the one and I could never get enough" - Billie Eilish
