Angelica gasped, digging her fingers once again into Hope’s hair as she pushed Hope’s face harder. Breathing deeply, Hope closed her eyes and focused on the one thing she knew she wanted to do. Each swipe of her tongue told her just how sensitive Angelica was. Angelica trembled under her touch, barely sitting still as she leaned back on the kitchen counter slightly and parted her thighs even more.
“Oh God.” Angelica whimpered.
Hope reached around and grabbed onto Angelica’s ass, pulling her even closer. If she could disappear between Angelica’s legs, she absolutely would. She never wanted to give up this moment or this relationship. It was everything she wanted and more.
“I’m already…” Angelica stopped talking, her words morphing into a grunt and a moan. She dug her nails sharply into the back of Hope’s head as she tensed.
Hope kept herself right where she was, slowing the swipes of her tongue against Angelica’s clit until Angelica eased her grip on Hope’s hair. When she finally moved up, Angelica pulled her forward so they could kiss. Hope hummed, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sweet embrace. This kiss was everything that the previous ones hadn’t been—tender, soft, loving.
“Mmmm… delicious,” Hope smiled at her as she pulled away. “Four months is too long.”
“Agreed.” Angelica smiled at her, brushing her fingers over Hope’s damp cheeks to dry them off.
“But we’re not done yet.” Hope winked.
“Hell no.” Angelica kissed her again.
“I, uh…” Hope’s cheeks burned as she helped Angelica down from the edge of the kitchen counter so she could stand on her own two feet. Angelica pulled her thong and pants up, but she didn’t bother to button them again.
“Bedroom?” Angelica asked.
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip as she took Angelica by the hand and walked toward the bedroom. Once they got inside the door, the nerves in Hope’s belly flared up. But she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this since Angelica had mentioned it. And now they had the time and the equipment. “Angel?”
“Hmm?” Angelica pulled her shirt off and threw it over the wingback chair in the corner of the room.
Hope’s breath left her as her gaze landed on Angelica’s body, on her breasts, the smoothness of her skin, the freckles along her chest.
“Hope?” Angelica said, chiding a little.
“Right. Do you remember back in Vermont or Saint Paul, I can’t remember which, not that it really matters, because the location doesn’t?—”
“Hope.” Angelica walked closer, her bare toes silent on the floor. When had she taken her heels off? She grasped Hope’s fingers and held her close. “What are you trying to ask me?”
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip, her heart racing so hard that it was difficult to breathe. Why was this so hard to ask? She was never someone who shied away from sex. Chastising herself, she rolled her eyes and spat out the question. “Do you remember that time we were having sex and you said you wanted to dothatbut with a strap? But we didn’t have one?”
Angelica frowned, a line forming in the center of her brow. Hope could see as she pulled back in her memory, trying to find the moment that Hope was talking about.
“Because I, uh… I went shopping.” Hope bit her lip, wishing she could wipe her sweaty palms on her thighs. Why was she so nervous? “We haven’t exactly tried anything like that before.”
“A strap?” Angelica raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah. A strap.” Hope swallowed hard. “I thought… I just… I don’t know.”
Angelica chuckled, her lips curling upward and her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You want me to fuck you with a strap?”
“Yeah.” Hope bit her lip, giving Angelica a sheepish look. “You’d mentioned it once.”
“Yes.” Angelica leaned in and kissed her quickly. “Yes, I can do that. Where is it?”
Hope took a step back and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand, pulling the toy out. She’d cleaned it, but she hadn’t used it yet. Angelica walked forward and took it from her hand, sliding her fingers over the dildo before she fisted the entire thing and stared down at it.
“Get undressed, Hope. And get on the bed.”
A shudder ran through Hope. She moved slowly but surely as she pulled at her T-shirt and dropped it to the ground. She watched as Angelica did exactly the same thing, pulling each piece of clothing off and tossing it onto the chair in the corner of the room, where she always seemed to leave her clothes when they spent a few hours curled up naked together.
When Angelica was done undressing, she gave Hope a hard stare. “Get on the bed.”
Hope complied, sliding backward into the center before she lay on her back and waited for even more instructions. Angelica bent slightly as she pulled the straps over her legs and up on her hips, adjusting the toy until she seemed satisfied with where it was. Then she walked forward, her gaze dragging down Hope’s body, from her eyes to her breasts to right between her legs.
