Liz slowly loses control as I fuck her with my tongue.
"Dean, I-I'm going to?—"
"Come for me, Liz. I want to taste your cunt."
It begins with a light trembling of her thighs, then her belly. With halting whimpers of my name, she grabs my hair and rides my face, grinding against my mouth and tongue. Her juices coat me, and I don't care if I can hardly breathe. Suffocating on Liz's pussy is the best way to die. Take me now!
As she comes down from the high, she slumps against the mirror, and I have to hold her to keep her steady.
"Oh, my God."
I stand and swipe a hand across her sweaty forehead. "You okay?"
She looks up at me, eyes wide. "That was … you just … we just?—"
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Yeah. We did. And you taste fucking good."
"T-that was a mistake."
Whatever happiness I just felt evaporates, and my chest tightens.
Mistake.
Right.
Of course, it was a mistake.
Just got on my knees for my best friend, made her come against my mouth, and it was a mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake, though. Everyone has a breaking point. Guess I just found mine. It felt like the first right thing I've done in years. Maybe ever.
"Yeah. Probably."
"We got carried away, right? The dress, the zipper, and … we're just stressed. I was just stressed. Wedding stress. Fake engagement stress. That's all."
"That's all."
"Right. So we should?—"
"Thank Maura?"
Liz laughs, half chokes, coughs, then continues her laugh. Goes quiet. Swallows hard and fixes her gaze on my mouth again. She catches me looking at hers. We're both suspended in this moment, neither of us stepping away.
We crossed a line we cannot uncross, but if I had to do it all over again, I would make the same choice. I can almost see the gears grinding in her head.
For a few beats, the air between us thickens, so much that I can almost taste it on my tongue, feel it on my fingers.
Liz feels it too.
She doesn't move.
I don't move.
And then we crash together again, more desperate than before, hungrier. We're all over each other, hands everywhere, a tangle of limbs.
With my mouth on hers, we both know where this is going, neither of us stopping it.
"This is such a bad idea," Liz says between kisses.
I nip her earlobe and trail kisses along her neck. "Terrible idea."
