Page 82 of Hot Summer

“Everyone’s got to be in bed by now,” Cas said, and Ada laughed, her hot breath nearly sending Cas over the edge.

Ada pressed a kiss at the apex of Cas’s thighs and Cas threaded her fingers through Ada’s hair. “Fuck.”

There was no mistaking the smile on Ada’s lips then, but it only held Cas’s attention for about half a second because Ada then ran her tongue over the length of her, groaning all the way.

“God, Cas.” Ada hooked her hands underneath Cas’s hips, pulling her hard so she slid a few inches down the bed. “You taste so fucking good.”

She tried for a joke—“Thanks, I...”—but it died so quickly on her lips it might as well have never existed.

Cas liked it when Ada swirled her tongue in circles over her clit, but when Ada slipped one, two fingers inside, when she teased that spot inside her that made her bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly? She loved it, fucking loved it, and she would have given anything to stay suspended in this moment for the rest of eternity.

It had seemed, at first, that Ada was going to tease her, drive her out of her mind, but now that she was between Cas’s thighs, she seemed to have a singular focus. The suddenness of the switch, from her earlier languid movements to these targeted, precise brushes of her lips, made Cas feel like she was running behind her body trying to catch up, trying to get a handle on the sensation before it overwhelmed her.

Ada, though, was not interested in letting Cas get control of herself.

Ada skimmed her free hand up over Cas’s stomach, her fingers brushing against Cas’s breast. It was soft, barely there at first, but when Cas arched up into Ada’s hand, Ada took the hint and rolled Cas’s nipple between her fingers.

“Fuck. Ada, I—” Ada pressed harder against that spot inside her and Cas would swear she was levitating. “There, yes.”

Ada hummed in confirmation, spending sparks along the length of Cas’s body. The tension in her gut ratcheted higher and higher, each bit of suction, each press of her fingers driving Cas closer and closer to the edge. Cas was trembling, sliding, and when Ada had to move her hand from her breast to pin Cas’s hips to the bed, Cas groaned softly in desperation.

This was something they needed to explore at some point. Ada pinning her down, Cas, trapped, unable to move—

“Oh fuck.” Her orgasm almost took her by surprise, and Cas tightened her hand in Ada’s hair as she rode it out. Cas’s hips were straining against Ada’s arm, trying for more friction, and though Ada held her fast for a few seconds, she loosened her hold as Cas came down.

Ada moved back slowly. Trailed her tongue in small circles, placed gentle kisses as she moved to Cas’s thighs. She lingered for a few seconds before wiping her forearm across her mouth and climbing over Cas’s body again.

“You,” Ada said, dropping a quick kiss to her lips, “are unreal.”

Ada leaned down and kissed her again, her hair falling into a curtain around them.

The taste of herself on Ada’s lips went immediately to Cas’s head. She wrapped her arms around Ada’s neck, pressing their bodies together, delighting in the feeling of their sweaty, overheated skin sliding together. Ada caught Cas’s lower lip between hers, tugging lightly, and Cas exhaled hard as she deepened the kiss.

Cas was no stranger to after, had been in this situation more times than she could count, but she had never wanted to linger in this moment. She was normally quick to tuck and run, to roll out of bed without a second thought and barely a goodbye, but Cas would stay in this moment for a lifetime if she could. Would lie here, just kissing, for decades if Ada would let her.

Ada kissed Cas once more before, smiling, she rolled onto her back. They just lay there breathing for a long second, the air ice cold against Cas’s overheated skin.

“I can’t wait until we get home,” Ada said. “I want to do that about a thousand more times.”

Cas expected to feel a spark of fear course through her chest at Ada’s words, but, instead, there was just a surprising, quiet thrill. Excitement at the prospect of doing this again, doing this every day, with Ada when they got home in a few weeks’ time.

“You’ll have to take me to dinner first,” Cas said, turning and grinning.

Ada laughed and nestled into Cas’s side, her arm falling easily over Cas’s waist.

“I guess that could be arranged.”

It was such a sweet gesture. Trusting. Easy. As always with Ada. It blew Cas’s mind that she could just sink into these moments without a second thought, that she could just let herself be. It made Cas want to be. To trust.

Cas kissed the top of Ada’s head and closed her eyes.

27

The next morning, Cas woke up to the sun on her face.

She’d thought they’d closed the curtains the night before, but now Cas saw that there was a tiny sliver of window visible at the far edge. Perfectly positioned to cast a stream of light directly into her eyes.

She groaned softly, arching her spine, and turned her head away from the light. Only to bump her nose into Ada’s forehead.

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