The door flapped helplessly in the wind and rain. Hesper looked at it and back at me, pure lust and hunger in her eyes.
“I said, go stand by the door.” And so, she did. The rain fell even harder than before, coating the cottage floor in a puddle of water.
“Now, hold on to it,” I said. She obeyed.
“Good girl,” I purred. Hesper’s entire body tensed at my teasing. “Make sure it and you don’t budge an inch, understood?”
Wordlessly, she grabbed the top of the doorframe; her tanned body stood out starkly against the yellow paneling. Her forearms rippled as she held on tightly, and Goddess, I could look at her breasts all night long. Hesper was tall enough that she barely had to reach above to hold on to it.
I stalked up to her.
“Hesper,” I said in a low voice. “I’m going to ravish you now.” I began encircling both nipples with my fingers. “I want to hear you scream my name; I want to hear every whimper and moan from your mouth. And then, only after you’ve come, will I relinquish.”
There was such command in my voice. I didn’t know what lustful beast roared inside of me until this moment, and I let that monster rage.
I sank down to my knees, the rain soaking through me. They felt like a thousand kisses all over me as I spread Hesper’s legs apart. Her arousal dripped down her thigh. I licked it off, savoring the sweet, musty tang of her. We both moaned in unison. I looked up at her, she looked down at me. Demand and want in her eyes.
I couldn’t hold out any longer; I’d been waiting to taste her and claim her for what seemed a lifetime. So I went in, deep. I stuck two fingers inside of her. She was tight, hot, and wet. My other hand roamed up and down her leg, feeling every muscle tense with every circle I did inside of her.
Her head hit the back of the door as she arched under my pleasuring. And I hadn’t even started in earnest. This was just a taste. Another clap of thunder boomed. I put my tongue on her clit, sucking it into my mouth with my teeth. Hesper screamed right along with the storm, just like I wanted.
“Clara,” she panted, her arms straining against the door, her body undulating with desire. I stuck another finger inside of her, three fingers deep now. I stroked inside of her, not toohard, but just enough to keep bringing her to the edge. Whenever I felt the familiar tightness around my fingers, I would cease sucking her clit. I didn’t want her to just come; I wanted her to erupt.
I pulled my fingers out and did the rest with my mouth. Sticking my tongue in and out of her, applying pressure with my mouth, sucking in her apex with my teeth over and over again. I grasped both of her thighs tightly, her muscles hard as a rock.
Finally, I slipped a finger in once more, marrying the sucking and stroking together. It was then that Hesper’s body exploded. She screamed my name as lightning flashed outside, her orgasm so powerful she collapsed to her knees. I went to wipe her hair out of her face, but she grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to a standing position.
“Your turn.” She smiled, her breath still ragged.
She began ravishing me. But I had been too aroused for too long. Nothing could hold back my coming almost as soon as she roughly licked my heated core with her tongue.
She dazedly looked up at me as I panted and moaned my ecstasy.
“That was fast, princess,” she said from on her knees.
I looked down at her playful face. “I’m efficient.” I shrugged.
“No, you’re obsessed with delayed gratification to the point that your pussy only needs a nudge from me to burst.” At the look on my face, she added, “I’m not complaining, though.”
I rolled my eyes and met her on the floor, holding her face in both of my hands. The rain softened outside, only a gentle shower now. Fear sang through every part of me, the personin front of me so precious that the thought of losing her felt like life or death. But her eyes promised nothing but love, even when hard times came. They would come, and I would weather them with her. And if it were to end, then at least we had the now. My body shuddered at the love—so long hidden, running freely through me now.
When in doubt, just make another pot of soup.
—opening line attempt 898
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RETURNSINTWENTY FOURTEEN NINE FOURTHREE DAYS
We awoke in a tangle of limbs and sheets, the early morning sun blanketing us in hues of pink and yellow.
Yellow!
I darted out of bed and ran to the half-moon window and let out a sigh of relief at what I saw. It was still there; it had survived the storm.
“Are you all right?” Hesper asked groggily. I motioned her over to me and pointed to the garden below. She rubbed at her sleepy eyes and looked closely. When she finally saw it, a huge smile spread across her face.
“Let’s get to growing, princess.” For there was a buttercup blooming in the midst of the garden. A tiny, insignificant thing in the grand scheme of all that grows. But in the end,nothing alive is insignificant. In fact, it was the most miraculous thing in this hard, odd, wonderful life.
