Page 109 of Hot Summer

Cas pressed her knees into the bed, sitting up just enough to start pulling the dress up over her head. The corset top was tight, but after some maneuvering she got it off and threw it back over her shoulder without a second thought, especially once Ada sat up and took one of Cas’s nipples into her mouth.

“Oh god.” Cas threaded her fingers through Ada’s hair, holding her there. She rolled her other nipple between her fingers, a moan slipping out from her lips as Ada’s free hand started tracing down her belly.

Cas knew where she was going, could feel the anticipation building. She wasn’t quite naked yet, but the minimalist underwear she’d had to wear with the dress made her feel like she was.

“What is this?” Ada traced the top of Cas’s underwear, her fingers trying to slide underneath.

“Strapless,” Cas said. She was breathless, barely explaining. “No lines. And the slit, you know.”

Ada nodded, dazed. “How do you...?”

“Just peel them off.” Cas reached back and unstuck the back from the base of her spine, sliding it back over her bum. Ada peeled the front section off and managed to remove them completely and throw them onto the floor in the vague direction of Cas’s dress.

Ada’s fingers were between Cas’s thighs before she could even catch her breath.

“You’re soaking wet,” Ada said, her voice thick with want, and Cas whimpered as Ada’s fingers brushed, just once, over her clit.

“It’s really fucking hot watching you come,” Cas said. She was trying to keep her hips still, trying to let Ada lead, but she was desperate for contact. Desperate for Ada’s fingers inside her. She reached up and rolled her nipple between her fingers, and at the movement, Ada leaned forward again and kissed Cas’s breast, blowing gently until her nipple formed a hard peak.

“Ada.” Cas rocked her hips, pressing down so she was very nearly grinding against Ada’s thigh. Ada circled her tongue over Cas’s nipple before, finally, drawing a deep, intentional circle over Cas’s clit.

“Fuck.” Cas wrapped one arm around Ada’s shoulders, her hips lifting up, like she was trying to evade the sensation. Ada’s hand followed her, her fingers persistent, slow, torturously good. But she needed more, needed the pressure inside her to ebb.

“Put your fingers inside me,” Cas said. “Please, I—”

She was usually not one to beg, but something about Ada made everything in Cas fall apart.

Ada, luckily, didn’t feel the need to tease her. She curled two fingers inside without hesitation, and Cas slid her free hand down to roll frantic circles over her clit as Ada fucked her with her fingers. Her thrusts were slow, deliberate, and with each one, Cas got closer and closer to the edge.

Ada slipped a third finger inside and that, finally, was what did it. Her entire body trembled, her arm tightening around Ada’s shoulders like it was the only thing tethering her to the bed. Cas rode her fingers, the circles she was drawing on her clit loose and sloppy, until her orgasm passed, slowing her hips as her body settled.

Ada trailed her fingers up over Cas’s clit as she moved her hand away, making a point to lick them clean.

“You’re a dream,” Cas said. She took Ada’s cheeks in her hands and kissed her, slow, steady, savoring. She could taste herself on Ada’s tongue, and it was a heady combination.

“Go again?”

Cas shook her head and slid off Ada’s lap, her legs trembling a little bit too much to safely support her weight. “I just need to lie here for a second. Get my breath back.”

Her skin was hot, sweaty, her hair was sticking to the back of her neck. She shifted her hair off her skin, but it was so short, it didn’t move far enough to provide her with any real relief.

Ada slid over to the opposite side of the bed and fell back onto her pillow, Cas lying down beside her. As soon as Cas was settled, Ada rolled onto her side.

“It’s a thousand degrees in here,” Ada said. She was more speaking to the ceiling, but Cas nodded. Every single inch of her felt warm and sweaty.

“I’m going to open the window, hold on.” Ada rolled away and walked quickly to her windows. She reached behind the curtains, and after a few seconds, Cas heard the distant sounds of traffic a few streets away.

Ada collapsed back onto the bed. She didn’t curl into Cas’s side again, but took her hand instead, her eyes falling closed as the breeze fluttered into the room. Neither of them spoke—it was just their breath, the brush of the curtains on the floor, the sounds of the cars out on the road—and Cas had never felt more at ease.

She’d been in these moments hundreds of times, these “afters,” when they were both sated, but every time before, Cas had been keen to put her clothes back on. To go home, to forget, entirely, the person she’d just spent the last few hours with.

Cas could have lingered in this moment forever. Could have spent the rest of her life, here, in this bed, with Ada holding her hand.

Ada slung one arm around Cas’s waist, her fingers trailing over the tattoos on Cas’s right arm.

“I really like these.” Ada traced the outline of the lion on Cas’s biceps before moving to the triangle at the back of her elbow. It wasn’t a cohesive sleeve, but she’d added so many one-offs to her arm over the years that it was steadily becoming one.

“I’m going to add another one.” Cas twisted her arm and pointed at the blank space on the inside, just above her elbow. “A little heart right here.”

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