Her mouth was on mine, and mine on hers. We met in a frenzy and melted into the ground, now flooding with water.
Lightening, thunder, rain, Hesper, me. We were part of the elements now, melting in with the earth herself, and making it our own. Right here, outside of this cottage. And I would keep having Hesper as long as she would have me. Across the crowd, across the world, I would always be reaching for her.
Hesper carried me through the garden, never stopping her claiming of my lips, my face, my mouth. I wrapped my legs around her, moaning into her mouth. She walked up the path,one of her hands holding me in place, the other ripping at my clothes.
She kicked open the cottage door with her boot, blasting the thing open. I screamed her name, the sheer strength of her already sending me somewhere I wouldn’t be coming back from for a long while. She spun me around, pinning my back against the cold wall; I relished the force with which she did so. Rain began to come through the open doorway, soaking both Hesper and me as we devoured each other. But she didn’t bother to close the door.
With my back against the wall, she pressed her body into mine and kissed down my neck. I squeezed her waist harder with my thighs, wanting more of her. Her caresses were deliberate and measured, like she wanted to memorize my body inch by inch. I needed more, always more from her.
“Hesper,” I whimpered.
“Yes, princess?” She breathed onto my neck. A shudder ran through my body. “What do you want?” she rasped into my mouth. I let out another moan, my head resting on the wall behind me to look at her better. She leaned in, tracing up my neck with the tip of her tongue.
“You,” I said breathlessly.
“Clara…” She stuck her tongue into my mouth, teasing me to the edge of sanity, then she pulled away. Her eyes were serious, searching mine. Asking a question I’ve always had the answer to, ever since I met her.
“I’m yours, Hesper. I have been yours all along,” I promised.
“And I’m yours.” She captured my mouth in hers, nipping at my mouth, biting down on my neck.
Pain and pleasure transcended together, and I clawed at her back in ecstasy. She hit the wall behind me, bits of plaster crumbling onto our heads. She released my neck, the tender pain throbbing almost as much as the apex of my thighs. Then she kissed me once more, tasting like her and me all at once. I melted into her, the cool wall behind me the only reprieve from the incessant heat coursing through my body.
I ran my hands roughly through her hair, jerking her head back so that I could kiss down her neck. Running my tongue gently down her throat, I cupped her breast in my hand, massaging and pressing into her. Once I could feel her nipples harden, I moved on to the peaks of her breasts. Flicks of my tongue on her neck matched the rhythm of teasing her nipples. She called my name out into the storm.
She hauled us from the wall and into the kitchen, where she set me down hard on the counter.
She roughly spread my legs with her hands and ran her fingers from my calves all the way to my thighs. I shuddered with pleasure, leaning my head back with each stroke of her hands. Dishes and jam jars jostled above us. I didn’t care. Let them fall; the rain coming in thick sheets through the door would wash it away.
Hesper kissed me once more and slipped a finger under my undergarments. I bucked at feeling her there again.
“You’re so wet for me,” Hesper said, a wicked smile dancing across her face. Lightning flashed outside, followed by a thunderclap.
“Do you want to know a secret?” I pulled her head close to mine and reached down to stick her finger inside of me. She sucked in a breath as I rocked into the friction.
“What’s your secret?” she asked, pumping into me. Her grunts filled the cottage, and I thought I might come to the sounds of Hesper pleasuring me.
“I’ve been wet for you—” I broke off midsentence as Hesper slipped a second finger inside of me. I bit down a moan and kept grinding into what she gave me. “I’ve been wet for you every single day since we met. I’ve pleasured myself every night, every morning, sometimes out in the garden when you weren’t there, just thinking of you.”
Hesper’s body stilled, her fingers still inside of me. I whimpered at the sudden cease of her fingers bringing me to edges I didn’t know were possible. Her dark eyes narrowed in, her entire world becoming only this moment.
Dark curls were plastered on her face, and I gently moved them away. She leaned toward my hand, giving it a tender kiss. The glint in her eyes softened, and I kissed her on the forehead, lingering there for a moment.
Another flash of lightning filled the room, the thunder so booming, it shook the cottage. The storm wasn’t ceasing. Good; may it stay long enough so that Hesper could bring the cottage to the ground with her pleasure.
I abruptly moved Hesper away from me and removed her fingers from me. She looked confused at first, wondering if she had done something wrong.
“Are you okay?” she asked earnestly.
I gave her a coy smile and said, “Get undressed.”
She did. First slipping her tunic off, and then her pants. She threw her boots behind her, and they hit plant jars that crashed to the ground. I didn’t care. She wore plain black undergarments, the only barrier between me and her. Shemade a move to take them off, but I held up a hand. I crooked my finger for her to come close to me, and she sidled up between my legs once more. Then, without another word, I stuck my fingers inside, underneath the fabric, feeling the wetness and heat.
She leaned into the touch, having to balance herself with both arms on the counter on either side of me. I used two fingers to slide from her clit into her folds—gently and deliberately. She was slick with arousal, and I wanted to drink it all from her.
I dipped the tip of my finger inside of her, and she grasped the counter so hard, it cracked at the edges. Her breasts were at mouth level, so I took the opportunity to taste them just as I slid the tip of my finger in and out of her.
“Go stand by the door,” I ordered.
