Page 55 of Warmer, Colder

“Now give me that safe word,” Stasi demands.

But she’s already made good on one of her threats—no thoughts, just ecstasy—speaking let alone coming up with an idea is impossible, so I blurt the first thing that breaks through the haze of my lust-addled brain. “Violets.”

“Okay, violets it is.” She chuckles. “Don’t worry I’m going to take it slow.” Her hands move to the back of my thighs, easing me closer. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” she asks in a striking contrast to the way she usually demands everything. All the traces of uncertainty have fallen away, and I find myself stumbling over the sincerity of my answer.

“Fucking finally, yes.”

Acrylics scrape deliciously at the back of my scalp as she urges me forward to meet her lips. The cage of my arms around her helps reaffirm the sense of control. When our lips meet, I sink into her soft body and open up without resistance. Her mouth and tongue are stroking velvet as they dance with mine. It’s a little jarring how slow and careful her movements are, like she hasn’t gutted me before. Patiently she guides me, coaxing me into the rhythm she likes, that I now like. Soon I’m lost in the series of caresses and nips she teases me with. But my eyes shoot open when she places my hands over her breasts. “Consider this lesson one.”

My bravery from just a few minutes ago wavers. My hesitant fingers twitch against the rigid fabric, accidentally caressing her nipples that harden into peaks beneath my touch. A barely audible hiss leaves her lips and it’s the revving of an engine before my foot punches the gas and sends me from zero to sixty. Gripping the top of her corset, I tug her against me, forcing hermouth on mine once again. One clasp then another gives way until the fabric parts easily. It’s like opening Pandora’s Box as I cup her full breasts. The catch of her breath is the warning whisper of a curse being unleashed.There’s no going back now.

My confidence builds as she squirms beneath me. Leaning over her like this, she’s so much less intimidating, her features are softened, rounded, and more delicate. Rolling the pad of my finger over her nipple makes her arch her back. Kissing across her chest just above her cleavage makes her shudder. Her muscles tighten beneath me the more I toy with her. I’d never had much interest in being on top, but experiencing every slight movement—the writhing that I’m causing—it’s intoxicating. It’s empowering.She’s giving me exactly what I asked for.Maybe my nightmare is actually a goddess. From this vantage point, she’s celestial with her pink-tinted platinum hair pooling around her like silk and framing her perfect breasts. That tempting silver through her nipples gleaming, just begging for my mouth.

“Are you just going to keep staring at me or are you going to do something, Cry—”

I snatch that taunt and swallow it with my lips on hers. My tongue directs hers, not the other way around. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long.” I sigh with relief as I suck a pierced nipple into my mouth, my tongue reveling in the novelty of this—the cold bar foreign to the heat of my mouth, the textured ridges of her areola against my slick tongue.

“Warmer,” she moans as he rocks her hips upward.

Taking the hint, I lick at the sensitive peak again, earning me a satisfied gasp.

“My turn.”

I will myself not to jerk away when she slides her hands up my thighs to my hips where her thumbs press into the sensitive flesh in front of my pelvis. They grind down at the provocation of her intentional touch. With sure hands, she continues her ascent.Tenderly, she swipes her thumbs over my taut nipples that ache for more.

Stilling her hands, she withholds it from me. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes. You can do whatever you want with me. Just don’t stop.” The throbbing between my legs echoes the sentiment.

“Is that so?” She sucks a nipple into her mouth, noisily suctioning her lips around the sensitive peak. The powerful vibration of her sultry hum drives me to my knees, but her hand on my shoulder holds me steady as she switches her attention to the other. “You like your achingly neglected nipples touched, don’t you?” She releases me from her mouth only to flick her tongue across it.

What can only be described as a whimper leaves me as my inner thighs slip and slide against each other.

“Oh, Becca,” she tuts. “You’re dripping wet for me, aren’t you?” The back of her hand caresses my cheek. “Do you need to be touched down there too?” I nod eagerly. “Oh yeah, my needy girl. I bet you do.” My legs shake beneath her palms as she grips my upper thighs, her thumbs applying pressure that makes the strained muscles twitch. “Go on then, show me how wet that pussy is.”

Like I’ve seen her do before, I form a ‘v’ with my fingers and spread myself open.

Air sucks harshly between her teeth. “That’s such a good girl.” She leans forward slightly, supporting herself on her elbows. “Fuck,” she drags the word out in a groan that gives me chills. I’m teetering on the edge as she looks her fill. “Has anyone told you how perfect you are?”

“No.” I clamp my eyes shut, suddenly unable to handle the intensity of her gaze as insecurities creep in. It’s embarrassing just how desperately I need this reassurance.

“Look at me, Becca,” Stasi commands. When my eyes reluctantly meet hers, she smiles and nods knowingly. “That’s exactly what you needed, isn’t it? I told you I would fuck you like no one else can.” Her grip tightens on my thighs as she spreads them farther apart. “Look at you drip for me.” She rubs a finger through my center. “I bet I could easily slip my whole hand inside you right now with how wet you are.” Stasi’s eyes are hooded, heavy with desire as she teases the ball of her piercing across her lip. “Have you ever been fisted?”

I shake my head, nerves tightening in my gut for the first time since we started.

But Stasi calmly kneads my thigh and soothes my anxiety with her words. “It’s okay, we’re not going to try it today.” Her finger resumes the slow tease. “But one of these days we’re going to see just how much this body can take as I stretch and fill this pretty pussy.” She slides her other hand down her stomach to where a small puddle is gathering and drags her fingers through it. “Taste how much you love it.” Stasi presses two fingers into my mouth briefly, leaving behind the faintest hint of my arousal.It tastes like freedom.

It’s a revelation—how my body responds to her. How it gives in to her with breathy moans, shaking limbs, and undeniable responsiveness. Never in my life have I been this eager for someone’s touch, so present, so desperate to be fucked; something about that is terrifying.

“Violets.” It takes a monumental effort to get the word out. But if I go any further, I fear there’s no turning back.

Stasi immediately stops touching me, hands folding against her chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s what safe words are for.”

I nod but roll onto my side quickly to hide my face, and more importantly, the tears that threaten to spill. Cautiously, Stasipresses into my back but doesn’t wrap herself around me. In the closeness of her body, I feel her acceptance rather than hear it. I never thought I’d find safety in Stasi’s arms, but despite her anger with me, justified as it is, she meets me where I am.

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