I smile down at her. Just looking at her makes my heart race. “You will be.”
Aislin leans down, finger still inside me, and flicks her tongue between my folds. A jolt of pleasure hits me, making my back bow off the bed.
“Mmm,” she says. “I like it.” Then her finger is gone, and Ash is all in, face between my legs the way we both crave, licking me, using her tongue on my clit, rubbing her face all into me, getting my juices all over her.
And I fucking love it.
I cry out her name when she sucks my clit, and I’m surprised at all the hungry, needy, pleasure-filled sounds that come out of my mouth, hand tangled in Ash’s hair as she makes a meal out of me.
She looks up at me and smiles, face wet. “I love it,” she says.
“I love it, too.”
Ash pushes two fingers inside me, fucking me with them again. I move with her, meeting her hand, begging and craving more.
She gives it to me, swirling her tongue around my clit, brushing her tongue back and forth, sucking it, then starting over again.
My thighs are shaking. I’m chasing the feeling that’s right there, the euphoria I get when Ash makes me come. I’m so close, lost in this vortex of pleasure that only this woman can give me.
“I want to make you come. Come for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.” The second the words leave her mouth, and she’s tasting me again, I shatter, come apart for her, my pussy tightening, gripping her fingers as I come all over her.
She slips her fingers out, moves her tongue against me, pushes it in, and uses that to fuck and taste me too, making another round of pleasure swoop me up and make me come apart again. “Fuck yes! Ash!” I say, and then I can’t move, can’t think.
Everything with her is so good.
“That was…incredible. Wow…I made words.”
“I must be good.” Ash lies on top of me. I can smell my arousal on her.
“The best. Kiss me.”
She does, and honestly, the taste of my pussy on her tongue is exhilarating.
“Your turn,” I tell her when she pulls away, and then for the second time, I go down on my girlfriend, licking and pleasuring her until she comes all over my tongue. Afterward, we’re lying together, soaking in the bliss.
“I’m going to get used to this,” she says, cuddling into my arms.
“Me too.”
“What were your parents like?” Ash eventually asks softly, as if she’s unsure about the question.
She shouldn’t be. It fills me with a sort of joy that I can’t explain. “They were great,” I say. “My mom stayed home with me, but she loved volunteering. I remember being young and spending time in food pantries. She would make these little packets with self-care items. I’d be responsible for puttingtoothpaste or something like that in them, and it always made me feel so good.” I smile into Ash’s hair.
“And my dad…that man loved basketball. He could play, too. He was a doctor. He liked helping people, just like Mom did. I want to be like them.”
“You are like them. You help people, too. You’re such an advocate for women. You want to be an ER doctor because so much of the disenfranchised population ends up there. You organize rallies because of the danger women face on campus. You’re in the Future Black Women in Medicine Club. They would be so proud of you, baby.” She presses a kiss to my cheek.
The thing is, I know they would, but hearing it makes my eyes tear up slightly. “I wish they were here. I wish you could meet them.”
“I wish that, too.” Ash wipes the tears from my face, then listens while I tell her more stories about my parents. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, but I think she did.
And for tonight, none of the shit from the incel stalker matters. All that matters is us.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Aislin
Everyone in thehouse is already awake when Zuri and I head downstairs.
