Page 81 of Hot Summer

Cas had already known that Ada was beautiful. Could have, if she were a writer, written a thousand very pathetic, very gay poems about it.

But Ada naked with her legs spread, hands already in Cas’s hair and tugging her forward, was another level altogether. She could write epics about this Ada.

Cas nudged Ada’s right thigh up higher, turning and placing kisses along the soft skin there. Ada’s breaths became shorter, sharper, with each kiss closer to her center, and though Cas was tempted to drag it out, she was too desperate to know what other sounds she could get Ada to make.

Cas pressed a kiss at the very apex of her thighs and then hovered there, breath coming in waves, and flicked her gaze up. Ada’s fingers tightened in her hair as soon as they made eye contact.

“Cas.”

Cas held Ada’s gaze as she leaned forward and, as slowly as she could manage, traced her tongue, just once, over the length of her. Ada’s entire body tensed, and Cas moved her hand to Ada’s thigh to stop her crushing her head. Not that she would have minded Ada’s thighs crushing her to death, but she had a few more things she’d like to do first.

“Christ, Ada.” Cas sucked her clit and Ada’s entire body arched off the bed.

There was nothing better in the entire world than the sight of Ada coming undone above her. The way she writhed underneath Cas’s mouth, the sound of her soft, breathy moans, it was too much for Cas to handle, too much for her to process all at once.

Every pass of Cas’s tongue was an experiment, a test to see what she liked, what she loved, what made it seem like Ada was half a second away from combusting.

Cas watched as Ada traced her hand across her stomach, memorized the way that Ada touched her own body so she could replicate it later. She traced the curve of her breast, the edge of her nipple, and as she watched, Cas started tracing her own fingers along the inside of Ada’s thigh, creating twin sensations. She tried to follow Ada’s movements, sliding her hand closer as Ada brushed her fingertips over her nipple, backing off as she skimmed the edge of her breast again, so that, finally, when Ada gave her nipple the slightest pinch, Cas slid the very tip of her index finger inside her.

“I’m— Fuck, Cas, I’m—”

Ada exhaled sharply again, her free hand tangling in Cas’s hair.

It was so unbearably sexy, watching Ada like this. Watching her moving closer and closer to the edge. Her rolling breaths, the tightening of her fingers in Cas’s hair, the restless motion of her legs against the sheets. Every centimeter of Ada’s body was alive, electric, and it was addictive, knowing that she was causing this.

Cas slid another finger inside her and, after one more pass of her tongue, sucked gently on Ada’s clit.

The response was immediate. Ada exhaled shakily and, thighs trembling, fingers tightening in Cas’s hair, she fell apart.

Cas hummed against her as Ada rode out her orgasm, moving with the waves of Ada’s hips for one moment, two, before Ada moved her hand to the back of Cas’s head.

“Come here.”

Ada pulled Cas up to the top of their bed, their bodies locking together as Ada’s mouth found hers. Cas slid her thigh between Ada’s legs, pressed forward, and Ada groaned, tightening her hands on Cas’s waist.

“Fuck.” Ada pulled back, breathed as Cas kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat.

“Cas...” Ada pressed her hands into Cas’s hips. “Get on your back.”

Cas had never been one for taking orders in bed, but Christ.

She’d do anything Ada asked of her if she said it in that voice.

It took half a second for Cas to lie down, but Cas was soon on her back, panting in anticipation. She reached for Ada as she settled over her, tried to pull her down for a kiss, but Ada swerved her at the last minute and kissed the inside of her wrist instead before leaning over and switching off the lights. And, now that the sun had gone down, the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Ada said. She leaned forward, hair spilling across Cas’s chest, and kissed Cas’s shoulder, collarbone, hollow of her throat. Cas’s heart rate accelerated with each pass of Ada’s lips over her skin. Ada never stayed anywhere too long—she kissed her breast through her top, the heat of her breath and the brush of the fabric against her skin intoxicating. She drew her fingers along the edge of her shirt, her shorts, pressed kisses down the center of her stomach.

“Cas.” Ada whispered it into Cas’s skin, her breath raising goose bumps across Cas’s stomach before her lips (and then, god, her tongue) swiped them away.

With only the emergency lights on, it was nearly impossible to see Ada properly. In the dark, Cas felt like she couldn’t get a handle on where Ada was, on what, exactly, she was doing, where she was going to go next. Cas couldn’t read her expression, couldn’t see her planning her next step, and it left every bit of her on edge, waiting, anticipating.

Only the brush of Ada’s fingers against her skin gave Cas any clue where she was going next. She hooked her fingers in Cas’s shorts, a question, and immediately slid them off Cas’s legs when Cas moaned her assent.

“You’ve got to be quiet,” Ada said. Her tone was an admonishment, but there was a smile on her lips when she kissed her way up Cas’s thighs.

“I can’t.” She couldn’t. Every breath felt like one step closer to combustion. Like she couldn’t possibly contain everything within herself anymore.

“You have to try,” Ada said. She skimmed her hand up over Cas’s stomach, teased the underside of her breast.

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