Her hand slid up my side, slowly, until her thumb rested just beneath my breast. She kissed along my jaw and down to the curve of my neck, each brush of her mouth pulling me further under. My hips shifted restlessly, already remembering the way she had once moved against me until I had fallen apart, gasping her name.
We had not crossed that line since I told her that I was a virgin. We kissed often, but she always stopped before things went too far.
“I want to do crazy things to you, Kelechi,” she murmured against my throat, her breath hot, her voice rough with need. “I want to…” She paused, her lips curving into a smile before she nipped at my skin.
“What?” My voice cracked with impatience, the question trembling out of me. “What, Marley?”
Her tongue swept across my collarbone before she answered.
“I want to make love to you.” Her voice dropped low. “I want to lose myself in you until you can’t think straight, can’t think at all, can’t think of anything but me. I want to learn every sound you make when you find your release.” She tilted her head, and something in her eyes made my breath catch. “And then I want to ruin you so completely that no matter where you go, no matter who you’re with, you never forget what it felt like to be mine.”
Her words made my pulse throb, my body restless with need. I wanted it.
I wanted her.
“Do you want that, princess?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me.
“I want it.” The words came out before I could stop them, breathless and honest in a way that scared me. “I want you more than I know how to explain.” I swallowed. “More than I think I’m supposed to.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she stood, and for one horrible second, my heart stopped completely. I was sure I had said the wrong thing. Sure I had ruined it. Then she held out her hand.
“Komm her, meine Schöne?*.” she said softly. In the same language, she sometimes murmured against my hair in the dark when she thought I was sleeping. I never told her I wasn’t.
I slipped my hand into hers, and she pulled me to my feet, and somehow that was the moment our eyes found each other and refused to let go.
Her eyes on me felt like she was slowly peeling back every layer I had, until she reached the part of me, I didn’t know how to hide. I forgot how to breathe. Forgot my own name. She wasn’t blinking. Neither was I. It felt like something was being decided without either of us saying a word.
I don’t know how long we stood there, long enough that my heart was embarrassingly loud in my ears.
Then her arms slid around me, and the world tilted as she lifted me clean off the ground.
I yelped.
“You are so strong,” I chuckled.
“Strong enough to carry you wherever I want,” she teased as she led me to the bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door with her foot and set me down before pulling my shirt over my head. My skirt followed, and soon I stood in only my bra and panties. I had been bare in front of her before, but this felt different. More serious, and more intimate. Shyness burned through me.
“Take mine off,” she uttered with minimum lip movement.
With trembling fingers, I pulled her T-shirt over her head, then unbuttoned her jeans. She stepped out of them, and I forgot what I was supposed to do with my hands. Her bra fit like a second skin, and her boxers sat low on her hips, and I was staring. I knew I was staring. I couldn’t stop. I let my eyes trace the lines of her stomach and the strong curve of her shoulders.
Heat coiled low in my belly.
I had never been interested in women before, never felt that pull or that hunger. But looking at Marley, something savage woke up inside me. Desire didn’t just burn, It consumed. It stripped me bare…it made me feel like I was starving, and she was the only thing that could fill me.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered. “So perfect.”
I traced my hand down her bare arm, over her stomach, and let it rest there. Gathering my courage, I slipped my hand beneath her bra and cupped her breast gently.
She drew in a breath, and I knew she liked it. I grew bolder, circling my palm over her, my thumb brushing across her nipple. Her head tipped back, lips parting, and the sight made me ache deep inside. My courage rose with each shaky breath she released. I leaned forward to kiss along her collarbone, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.
“Fuck,” She muttered, her hand snapping to my waist. She gripped me hard, like she could not stand still under my touch as she bent her head and kissed me with the same desperation as before, rougher this time, her teeth catching my lip until I whimpered. Then suddenly her hands gripped my hips and spun me. Before I could blink, she pushed me back onto the bed.
I landed with a muffled gasp, my heart racing. She loomed over me, her hair falling into her face, her mouth set in a wicked grin.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” she said, her voice low and gravelly as her breath skimmed my ear. “The way you touch me, the way you look at me like that. You have no idea what it does to me, and I’m trying very hard not to show you, but I can’t help it.”
Her words sent heat flooding between my thighs, and I could only stare as she pressed one last kiss to my mouth before stepping back. Her eyes stayed on mine as she crossed the room, slowly, toward her dresser.
