Marianne's mouth found her center, and Isla's hips arched off the bed.
She licked and sucked with a focus that bordered on worship, every stroke of her tongue an apology, every press of her lips a promise. Isla's hands gripped the sheets, her body writhing beneath Marianne's attention, sounds of pleasure escaping her throat in gasps and moans.
"Marianne—" Isla's voice was desperate. "Please?—"
Marianne added her fingers, sliding two inside with the easy familiarity of a lover who remembered exactly what Isla needed. Isla was wet and ready, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion, welcoming Marianne back into the intimate space she had thought she might never touch again.
"More," Isla gasped. "I need more."
Marianne added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. She curled them against the spot that made Isla see stars, her mouth never stopping its work on her clit. She could feel Isla's pleasure building, could feel the way her body tensed and trembled, could feel the desperation in the hands that gripped her hair.
"That's it," Marianne murmured against her flesh. "Let go. I've got you."
Isla came with a cry that echoed through the apartment, her body tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure that went on and on. Her walls clenched around Marianne's fingers, her hips lifting off the bed, her whole body shaking with the force of her release. Marianne gentled her through it, her touches becoming softer, slower, until Isla was gasping and spent beneath her.
Then she crawled up Isla's body and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on Marianne's lips.
"Your turn." Isla's voice was rough with satisfaction. "I need to feel you."
She rolled them over, pinning Marianne to the mattress, and began her own exploration. Her hands were rougher than Marianne's had been, her mouth more demanding. She bit and sucked, leaving marks that would be visible for days, claiming Marianne's body with a possessiveness that felt like redemption.
"You're mine." Isla's voice was fierce against Marianne's throat. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"You don't get to walk away again." Isla's hand slid between Marianne's thighs, fingers finding her wet and ready. "You don't get to choose safety over us."
"I won't." Marianne gasped as Isla's fingers entered her. "I promise."
Isla fucked her with a rhythm that started slow and built to something almost brutal. Her thumb found Marianne's clit, pressing and circling with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to take her apart. Her mouth moved from breast to throat to lips, kisses punctuated by the occasional bite.
Three fingers became four, the stretch and fullness exactly what Marianne needed. She felt herself opening, felt Isla's hand claiming her with an intensity that bordered on possession.
"I was so angry." Isla's voice was raw. "I wanted to hate you. I tried to hate you."
"And now?"
"Now I just want you to never leave me again." Isla's fingers curled, hitting the spot that made Marianne's vision blur. "Promise me."
"I promise." The words came out broken as the orgasm built in Marianne's center. "I promise. I promise."
Isla's hand moved faster, her thumb pressing harder, her whole body driving into the motion. Marianne felt herself climbing toward the edge, felt the pleasure building in waves that crested and receded and crested again.
"Come for me." Isla's voice was fierce against her ear. "Show me you're mine."
She shattered with Isla's name on her lips, her body convulsing around the fingers still working inside her. The orgasm tore through her like a storm, pleasure and pain tangling together until she couldn't tell them apart. Isla held her through it, her free hand stroking Marianne's hair, her mouth pressing gentle kisses to her temple.
When the tremors finally subsided, they lay tangled together, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat and release.
"I'm still scared," Marianne admitted into the silence. "I'm still afraid that I'll mess this up. That my fear will take over again."
"I know." Isla pulled her closer. "I'm scared too."
"You are?"
"I trusted you once, and you hurt me. Trusting you again feels like the riskiest thing I've ever done." Isla pressed her forehead against Marianne's. "But I want to try. I want to believe we can figure this out together."
"We can." Marianne's voice was fierce. "I won't let fear control me anymore. I won't let anything come between us."
