Page 30 of The Words of Us

I stop in front of her door, nerves fluttering in my stomach. My hand hovers over the wood, and for a moment, I consider turning back, giving her the space she seems to need. But then the door opens suddenly, and Sasha is there, her hair messy from sleep, her eyes wide and surprised, but there’s a softness in her expression that makes my breath catch.

“Evie,” she says, her voice a mix of surprise and warmth. She’s still in one of my old t-shirts, her bare legs pale against the dim light filtering in from the window. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

I smile, sheepish, feeling a little ridiculous for showing up unannounced. “I just…-I wanted to see you. I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.”

Sasha steps aside, her smile widening, and something in her eyes has shifted. She looks lighter, like the weight that had been pressing down on her has lifted, if only just a little. “Come in. I’m glad you’re here.”

I step inside, the familiar scent of coffee and lavender greeting me. Her apartment feels warm, lived-in, and I can see the traces of her morning routine—an open book on the couch, a half-finished cup of tea on the counter, a notepad with half-scribbled lines of poetry. She looks more like herself today, less guarded, and I let out a breath, feeling relieved.

Sasha leads me into the kitchen, her fingers brushing mine as we walk, and I can feel the shift between us, the unspoken acknowledgment that today is different. She turns to face me, leaning against the counter, and there’s a softness in her smile that makes my chest ache in the best way.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” she says, her voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind. But I’m better now. I promise.”

I step closer, my hands finding her waist instinctively, and I can feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her body against mine. “You don’t have to apologize,” I say, my thumb tracing gentle circles on her hip. “I just…I hate seeing you like that. I want to help.”

Sasha leans into me, her forehead resting against mine, and there’s a tenderness in the way she touches me, her fingers trailing up my arms, slow and deliberate. “You do help, Evie. More than you know.”

The distance that had felt so wide yesterday seems to shrink in an instant, and before I can think too much about it, I close the gap, my lips finding hers in a kiss that’s gentle, testing. Sasha responds immediately, her hands sliding up to cup my face, pulling me closer. There’s a neediness in the way we kiss, like we’re both trying to make up for lost time, for the moments we let slip away.

The kiss deepens, and I let myself get lost in it, in the soft, insistent press of her lips, the way her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer. I can taste the faint hint of her toothpaste, fresh and minty, mixed with something sweet and unmistakably her. The kitchen feels warmer, the space between us charged with a familiar, magnetic pull.

Sasha’s breath hitches as I move my hands to her hips, pulling her closer, and she presses against me with a soft, breathless sound that makes my heart race. I lift her easily, myhands steadying her as I guide her onto the counter. She gasps, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, and I feel the firm press of her thighs against my sides, pulling me in.

I run my hands up her bare legs, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my palms, and I push the hem of her T Shirt higher, exposing more of her as I go. Sasha’s eyes are dark, focused, and there’s a hunger there that matches my own, a need that’s been simmering just below the surface.

“Evie,” she gasps, her voice edged with a mix of urgency and something softer, something vulnerable.

I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting my hands roam freely, exploring every inch of her that I can reach. I push my hands underneath her shirt feeling her bare skin against my fingers. I trace the curve of her waist, the soft dip of her stomach, and I can feel the way her muscles tense beneath my touch. She’s warm and responsive, and I can’t get enough, can’t get close enough.

Sasha’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and she pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. I press kisses along her jaw and down her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin, and she tilts her head back, giving me access as her breath comes in quick, shallow bursts.

I pull back and part her legs further with my hands. I can see the damp patch of her desire on her cotton panties. I trail my fingers along the softness of her underwear, feeling the heat of her through the thin material. She shivers, her hips lifting on the kitchen counter, and I meet her gaze, pausing for just a second, searching for any hesitation.

But all I see is want, clear and undeniable, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I push the fabric aside, my fingers brushing against her wanting pussy, and Sasha’s head falls back, her lips parting in a soft, breathless moan that sends a surge of heat through me. I move against her, my touch firm anddeliberate, and she responds instantly, her body arching, every movement a silent plea for more.

I lean down replacing my hand with my mouth. My left hand holds her panties to the side as my tongue eats her hungrily.

I can’t get enough of the taste of her in my mouth.

It feels like no amount of Sasha will ever be enough. She feels wetter and wetter the more I lick.

Her hips push forward against me.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I look up and stop what I’m doing and meet her gaze.

There’s something else I want to do, my right hand moves underneath her taking the slickness from her pussy and rubbing it against her anus.

“Is this ok?” I ask, my voice thick with want.

She nods, her green eyes glazed with lust and I press at her asshole with my finger.

As my finger slides slowly into her, I hear a deep earthy moan from her. Her eyes close and her hand reaches for the back of my head pulling my mouth back to her pussy.

Long slow strokes of my tongue match the long slow thrusts of my finger deep in her ass.

I feel her tighten and tense and her hand pulls my face so tight to her I can’t breathe. And then she comes with a ferocity I had never imagined, gushing on my tongue, filling my mouth with her pleasure.

I swallow and swallow desperate to take every drop of her orgasm.

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