Ruby pulled Celeste aside at one point, leading her to a quieter corner where the noise of celebration was muted.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
She played with Celeste’s fingers, the ring catching the light. “We never did finish our time at the festival.”
“No, we didn't.”
“I think we should attend it again and finish what we started. See all the art we missed and dance until our feet hurt.”
“Next year,” Celeste promised. “We'll go back and do it right this time.”
“It’s a date.”
Much later, after dinner and more congratulations than Celeste could count, they finally made it home. The twins were sleeping over at her parents' house, giving them the night to themselves.
“Missed you,” Celeste murmured as they entered the bedroom, her hands working at the buttons of that beautiful suit jacket. “So much.”
“I missed you too. Every night I was gone, I just wanted to come home to you.”
Celeste pushed Ruby onto the bed and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Ruby's lips. “I want to try something I've been thinking about.”
“What?” Ruby's voice was laced with anticipation.
“Stay here.” Celeste climbed off the bed and went to the drawer where she'd seen the collection Ruby had tucked away—toys they'd used before, and some they hadn't. Tonight felt like the right time to explore further.
She returned with a vibrator, a bottle of lube, and something else that made Ruby's eyes widen.
“Nipple clamps?” Ruby's voice held surprise and arousal in equal measure.
“I want to see you wear them. I want to see what they do to you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Celeste straddled Ruby's hips, leaning down to take a nipple in her mouth first. She sucked and licked until it was hard and sensitive, then attached the first clamp. Ruby gasped at the pressure, her back arching.
“Too much?”
“No. It's amazing. Don't stop.”
She gave the same attention to the other breast, her tongue swirling around the peaked nipple before attaching the second clamp. Ruby's hands fisted in the sheets, her breathing harsh.
Celeste sat back to admire her work. The clamps glinted in the low light, a delicate chain connecting them. “You're so beautiful like this.”
She tugged gently on the chain, and Ruby cried out, her hips bucking upward.
“Sensitive?” Celeste asked, doing it again.
“Very,” Ruby gasped. “Please…”
“Please what?” Celeste trailed her fingers down Ruby's stomach, deliberately avoiding where Ruby needed her most. “Use your words.”
“I need you to touch me.”
Celeste obliged, her hand sliding between Ruby's thighs. Ruby was already soaked, and Celeste groaned at the feel of her. She stroked slowly, while her other hand played with the chain connecting the clamps.
“You're so wet. I love how responsive you are and how every touch makes you tremble.”
