When she slid one finger inside, then another, Celeste cried out, her hips grinding down against Ruby's face. The weight of her, the feel of her grinding down seeking more, made Ruby dizzy with desire.
“Yes,” Celeste gasped, her voice breaking. “Just like that. Don't stop, please don't stop.”
Ruby worked her fingers in and out steadily, curling them to hit that spot inside that made Celeste's whole body shudder. Her mouth never left Celeste's clit, sucking and licking with single-minded focus.
But Celeste wasn't passive. Despite the pleasure Ruby was giving her, she maintained her own attention on Ruby's body. Her mouth was doing devastating things, her tongue moving in patterns that seemed designed specifically to drive Ruby insane—figure eights around her clit, long strokes up her slit, focused attention on the most sensitive spots.
When Celeste slid her own fingers inside Ruby while continuing to suck on her clit, Ruby nearly came on the spot. She had to force herself to hold on, to keep pleasuring Celeste even as her own body screamed for release.
“God, you're so tight,” Celeste murmured against Ruby's flesh. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”
Ruby thrust her fingers deeper into Celeste in response, adding a third when Celeste's body opened readily for her. Her mouth never left Celeste's clit, sucking it firmly while her fingers pumped steadily.
She could taste Celeste's arousal increasing, could feel it coating her chin and cheeks. The sheer intimacy of it—of being this close, of tasting and feeling and breathing in Celeste's desire—pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Celeste's mouth was equally relentless, her tongue flicking rapidly over Ruby's clit while her fingers pumped in and out at an increasingly frantic pace. The pleasure built in waves, each one higher than the last, threatening to drown Ruby completely.
Ruby could feel Celeste getting close too—her thighs were trembling harder now, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Ruby's fingers. She was making these small, desperate sounds that Ruby felt more than heard, each vibration against her own sensitive flesh driving her higher.
“Come for me,” Celeste urged, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in. “I want to feel you come on my tongue. Want to taste you falling apart.”
That was all it took. Ruby's orgasm crashed through her like a tsunami, her whole body seizing with the intensity of it. She cried out against Celeste's flesh, the sound muffled but desperate, her hips jerking erratically.
The sensation of Ruby coming—the taste of her release, the feeling of her pulsing around Celeste's fingers—triggeredCeleste's own climax. She ground down against Ruby's face, crying out as her orgasm hit hard and fast. Her whole body shook, thighs clamping around Ruby's head as wave after wave rolled through her.
Ruby kept her mouth working through Celeste's orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure even as her own body continued to tremble with aftershocks. She licked gently now, soothingly, helping Celeste come down gradually rather than all at once.
When Celeste finally lifted herself up, both of them were gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. Celeste turned around carefully, mindful of her shaky limbs, and collapsed beside Ruby on the bed.
For a long moment, they just lay there, chests heaving, staring at the ceiling as they tried to remember how to breathe normally.
“That was...” Celeste started, then laughed breathlessly. “I don't even have words.”
“Intense,” Ruby supplied, turning her head to look at Celeste. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, and she'd never looked more beautiful. “Incredible. Life-changing?”
“All of the above.” Celeste rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at Ruby. Her expression was soft, vulnerable in a way Ruby had rarely seen.
After, they lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied but somehow still not close enough. Ruby held Celeste and tried not to think about how many more nights they had left before the inevitable end.
So she held on tighter and told herself it would be enough.
Even though she knew it wouldn't be.
And she was falling in love with someone who'd made it clear she wouldn't catch her.
Chapter Seventeen
Celeste
The sun was already high when Celeste and Ruby arrived at the festival grounds the next morning, both of them energized. The new day felt different somehow, lighter and easier. Like they'd silently agreed to stop thinking about endings and just exist in the present.
“Ice cream for breakfast?” Ruby suggested, pointing to a vendor selling gelato.
“It's not even ten AM.”
“Which means we're responsible adults having a balanced breakfast. Ice cream has dairy. That's basically milk.”
“That's the worst logic I've ever heard.”
