Page 91 of Undoing

Cass linked her fingers with Rebecca’s. Despite Rebecca’s… needs, Cass didn’t want to rush this for fear it might be too much for Rebecca to handle.

“The day you agreed to come home with me to be together outside of the Pink Room, I told you I wanted to make love to you.”

“I – don’t know how.”

“That’s what you said then. I offered to teach you just as you taught me to be your sub.”

Rebecca made a face. “I’m not used to that yet. But you must’ve been a wonderful teacher if I married you.”

“We both were. And we’re still learning.” Cass brought Rebecca’s hand to her lips, softly kissing the knuckles. “You had trouble with me being on top of you that day. How do you feel about that now?”

Rebecca adjusted her position, laying on her back. “We won’t know until we try.” She was pretty impressed with herself. Here she was, naked with the most handsome woman she’d ever laid eyes on and having a full-on conversation as though they were sitting in a quaint cafe having coffee. She wasn’t bashful about her lack of clothes. She wasn’t embarrassed about her scars. In Cass’s arms, she was safe, loved, and desired. Rebecca felt that in her soul.

Cass slowly rolled on top of Rebecca, bracing her arms to support the majority of her weight. She positioned her thigh between Rebecca’s legs which meant her throbbing pussy was currently resting on Rebecca’s soft skin. The last time she and Rebecca were together was the night before her surgery. That felt like an eternity ago. How Cass was able to stay calm and gentle said a lot about her true feelings for her wife. Love not only invited passion, but it also offered patience. It was Cass’s job to know which one Rebecca needed at any given moment.

“Good?”

Rebecca breathed in, her hips lifting as she did so. “So good,” she gasped, reaching up to tap Cass’s arms. “You’re shaking. You can put more weight on me, Cass. I’m okay.”

Hearing Rebecca call her Cass reminded Cass just how delicate this situation was. If she made one wrong move, Rebecca could easily be triggered by a distant past that wasn’t so distant to her.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise.”

Cass lowered herself even more. Rebecca’s pillowy soft breasts pressed against Cass’s, their hard nipples competing for dominance. Cass’s small breasts didn’t put up much of a fight. They submitted to Rebecca almost as quickly as Cass had.

“You feel so good. I’ve missed you, Becca.” Cass’s lips were a breath away from Rebecca’s, waiting for another invitation.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve missed you, too?” Rebecca trailed her fingernails down Cass’s back to that firm ass. “I can’t explain it, but this feels… right.”

“Because it is.” Cass dipped her head and kissed Rebecca again. She felt Rebecca’s body relax beneath her, and that was enough of an invitation for Cass to deepen the kiss. They moved together in a familiar rhythm, even so, Cass could feel Rebecca’s motions were still hesitant.

Cass moved to Rebecca’s ear, nibbling and sucking. She paid keen attention to every breath, every sound, every move Rebecca made as Cass continued her journey of tasting every inch of Rebecca’s body. Her tongue scorched a trail from that sensitive part of Rebecca’s neck that always elicited a reaction to the swell of Rebecca’s breast.

Oh, she would take her time here. Cass took Rebecca’s taut nipple between her teeth, looking up at Rebecca as she did. The bites weren’t enough to bring pain but just enough to make Rebecca writhe beneath her. Then she sucked the nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it at the same time.

Rebecca’s hips bucked, and her breath hitched in response. Since her hands had lost their resting place on Cass’s ass, Rebecca fisted them in Cass’s hair, urging her on. The feelings racing through Rebecca were overwhelming, as though every cell in her body was on fire. Cass’s lips were so soft against her skin, contrasting the heat of her breath and tongue. Her hands were a study of how something so strong could be so incredibly gentle.

Cass spread Rebecca’s legs, fitting her shoulders between them and wrapping her arms underneath Rebecca’s thighs. This was her happy place. She knew she missed being with Rebecca, but the magnitude of what they had both been robbed of just hit her. She laid her head on Rebecca’s inner thigh and took a moment to be grateful that even though Rebecca still hadn’t regained her memory, she trusted Cass enough with this intimacy. She was well aware of how lucky she was that their separation was short in the grand scheme of things, but Cass and Rebecca were anything but ordinary. Hopefully, Rebecca would forgive her for prolonging this special moment.

“Are you okay?”

Cass looked up from her position between Rebecca’s legs and smiled. “I’m in heaven.” She lowered her head and kissed Rebecca softly, hearing a small gasp coming from her wife at the tender gesture. Cass had the opportunity to give Rebecca a second chance at a “first time,” and Cass was determined to make it memorable. With her fingertips, Cass spread Rebecca’s lips and dipped her head again to suck in Rebecca’s clit.

“Oh my god!” Rebecca’s body jumped at the contact, her hands contracting even tighter in Cass’s hair. Had she ever felt something so exquisite? Obviously, she had with Cass. How in the fuck had she forgotten this? This was un-fucking-forgettable. She dug her heels into the couch, lifting her hips, desperate for more.

And Cass gave it to her. She didn’t know if it was muscle memory or just instinct, but Rebecca was always good at demanding and pleading for more with her body than her words. Of course, Cass loved the words, but she could wait for those to come back as long as she could still feel the passion and desire. And taste it, she thought as Rebecca’s essence filled her mouth. Rebecca was wetter than Cass expected, given the circumstances, which was a lovely surprise. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t just a little nervous about how into this Rebecca would be.

Cass maneuvered her right arm out from under Rebecca’s thigh. By this time, the way Rebecca was writhing beneath her mouth, Rebecca — or Mistress — would be prompting Cass to use her fingers. So, going with her gut, Cass slowly slipped one finger inside Rebecca.

“Mmm.” Rebecca bit her bottom lip. She wanted to cry out, wanted to tell Cass she needed more, but Rebecca couldn’t get the words out. Something was… blocking her voice. Whatever that hangup was, it wasn’t affecting the pure pleasure Cass’s mouth and finger were creating. More!

Cass felt Rebecca spread her legs even further apart and knew exactly what she needed. Still, she played it cautiously, inserting just one more finger instead of her usual three — or four if Rebecca was feeling particularly horny. Cass curled her fingers, hitting that one spot that always made Rebecca explode, using the flat of her tongue on Rebecca’s clit at the same time.

Rebecca cried out, stunned by what was happening to her. It was all… too much. “Wait!” Cass immediately stopped, withdrawing her fingers. She started to move, but Rebecca stopped her. “No, don’t leave, please,” Rebecca begged. “I-I just need a second. What you’re doing,” she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “It feels amazing.” Rebecca scoffed at how ordinary that word was compared to the extraordinary things happening to her. “I don’t know what to do or say,” she confessed softly.

“What do you mean?”

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