Page 107 of Hot Summer

Oh, thank god.

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Ada’s bedroom was at the far end of the flat, on its own behind the kitchen and the bathroom. It overlooked the garden, and the door squeaked just a little when Ada pushed it open.

The minute they stepped inside, Cas started scanning the space, trying to take it all in.

“This looks exactly like what I would have expected,” Cas said.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, this just feels right, looking at it and knowing you.”

The room was an explosion of plants and color, with soft hand-knit touches that added additional warmth. She had fairy lights twisted around the curtain rod and woven in the bookshelf in the corner, and though they were off at the minute, Ada’s room would be remarkably cozy if they were switched on.

“Thanks. It took me forever to get it looking how I wanted it.”

Ada sat down on the edge of her bed and reached back to unzip her dress. The fabric loosened across her chest, the single strap sliding forward so she could slip her arm free.

And suddenly Cas’s mouth was dry.

“This dress was cute,” Ada said, “but, hell, so tight.” She wasn’t wearing a bra, just nipple pasties that she promptly peeled off and, as Cas saw when Ada shimmied the dress down over her hips, high-waisted nude underwear.

She leaned over, draped her dress along the stools at the end of her bed, and Cas took a step forward into the room.

“Can I...?”

Ada’s eyes were on Cas as she reached up and took her simple gold hoops out of her ears. She set them in a small dish on her bedside table, and with a nod, she leaned back onto her hands, her body stretching long and languid.

And she knew, she knew what she was doing to Cas. Letting Cas see the way her body moved, trace the lines of her in the light from the streetlamp streaming in through the window. This was everything, everything, Cas wanted when they’d been in the villa.

Ada sat up as she reached her, her hands sliding up to the base of Cas’s neck as Cas leaned down and kissed her. Cas couldn’t touch enough of her. She trailed her fingers over Ada’s collarbone, down the curve of her shoulder, along the dips and curves of her waist.

“Cas.” Her name was a whisper on Ada’s breath, and it sent a shiver down her spine in the best way. Cas brushed her thumb over Ada’s nipple, and Ada bit her lip, her breathing picking up as Cas dropped to her knees in front of her.

The rug was soft, thankfully, against her knees. Cas leaned forward and pressed a kiss, two, to Ada’s stomach, her fingers rolling softly over Ada’s nipple as she moved. She put her free hand on Ada’s thigh, and pushed her legs apart in a single, swift motion. Ada drew in a sharp breath, her fingers moving, in anticipation, to Cas’s hair.

“You’re gorgeous,” Cas said, her palm sliding over Ada’s thigh, pushing her leg up onto the bed. She was glistening wet and Cas felt like she could already taste her, the memory of her, on her tongue.

Cas wanted to tease her—to tease herself—but it was impossible when Ada was spread out in front of her like that.

Still, she forced herself to move slowly, to linger, before she trailed her tongue over Ada’s clit.

Ada’s fingers tightened in Cas’s hair and she groaned, her hips arching immediately off the bed. Cas went in again, slow, gentle circles at first, each one drawing a breathy moan out of Ada’s mouth.

“That feels so good,” Ada said. She moved one of her hands to her breast, her fingers rolling over her nipple.

Cas sucked her clit lightly, and Ada moaned again, louder this time. She kept the suction light for a minute, alternating between drawing slow, languid circles on Ada’s clit, before she increased the pressure. Ada’s leg scrambled along the edge of the bed before hooking over Cas’s shoulders, pressing her closer, and Cas exhaled hard, the sensation sending a shiver through Ada.

Ada’s entire body went stiff as Cas moved to curl her fingers inside her and her back arched up off the bed. She trembled, her fingers loosening in Cas’s hair as her hands flew to her breasts, pinching and kneading as she rode out her orgasm.

Cas didn’t dare move, didn’t dare stop, just slowed and eased her suction as Ada came down. She drew her tongue in lazy circles over Ada’s clit before she leaned back onto her heels.

“Could you go again? Do you want to use a vibrator?”

Ada was nodding before Cas even finished asking.

“In the drawer.” Ada was panting. It looked like she tried to push herself up onto her elbows but, ultimately, decided she didn’t have the energy and pointed vaguely in the direction of her bedside table.

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