She doesn’t seem to care about the hot water running out because she leans in and does it again. Her shoulders prompt my legs to part, and she buries her face in my core, lapping at my wetness like she’s been starving for it.
I thread my fingers through her wet hair, keeping her where I want her. She moans against me and spears her tongue inside me as her nose bumps against my clit. I’m so worked up from the week apart, I quickly fall apart for her, a shiver running down my spine as she works me through my orgasm.
I pull her away from me and help her stand, immediately taking her mouth. The flavor of me on her tongue mixed with the taste that is inherently Juniper has me tempted to send her back down there.
“You’re not very good at listening right now, sunshine.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
“I’ll never complain about coming on your tongue, but you know I like to give you orgasms first.”
“Maybe I wanted to take the lead.”
I hum, kissing her again. “Then take it. Tell me what to do.”
I can see the hesitation in her eyes, and I wonder if this will make her anxious. I don’t want to do something that will make her uncomfortable, but if she wants to explore being the one in control, I’m not going to stop her.
She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. “Dry off,then go get on the bed.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
I turn off the shower and hand her a towel while I use another to dry myself. After hanging it back on the rack, I head toward the bed, but Juniper stops me.
“Wait! Let me brush your hair so it doesn’t get too tangled.”
“It’ll be fine.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to give me a stern look, but it comes across as more of a pout. She’s trying, though, so I step in front of her and let her run the brush through my hair until she’s satisfied.
While she brushes hers, I lie in the middle of the bed, propped up on my elbows, eager to see what she has in mind. A glance at the clock tells me we only have half an hour until we need to head to dinner, but I don’t care if we miss it.
I’ll eat Juniper instead.
When she comes out of the bathroom, her hands are behind her back, and something plastic crinkles in her grasp.
“What’ve you got there?” I ask.
She moves the pale orange box in front of her body, but there are no pictures or words, so I have no idea what could be in there.
“What is that?”
“I bought this for myself a while ago, but haven’t had time to use it with business picking up and you…” She opens the box and pulls out a pale orange silicone… thing. It’s got an open hole on one side, then it curves into a hook with a ribbed bulb on the other. “I thought we could try it out.”
Oh… it’s a vibrator. It doesn’t look like any I’ve ever seen before, but I can’t say I’m not intrigued.
“You want me to use that on you?”
She shakes her head. “No, I want to use it onyou.”
Oh fuck.
I can picture it now, Juniper using that on me while she sucks my nipples, bringing me over the edge repeatedly. She doesn’treally talk during sex, but maybe that’s only because I do. Would she praise me? Tell me how pretty I look writhing on a toy?
I can’t wait to find out.
“I mean, if you want,” she blurts. “It hasn’t been used yet and?—”
I don’t like it when she questions herself like that.
