Page 101 of Samhain

Stupid question, of course. The look in her eyes and the flick of her tongue across her bottom lip told me what she wanted. Heaven damn me, but I wanted it, too.

I should have been paying attention to whatever the queen of England babbled on about. I should have been the respectful, responsible granddaughter and listened. But I only mumbled an unintelligible uh-huh at appropriate breaks in the conversation and followed that piercing gray stare as it slid down my body.

She coasted her palms up either side of my legs, tucking under the hem of my floral patterned skirt. My pussy clenched, and my clit throbbed in time with my heart as she twisted her fingers in the fabric of my tights, right at the crotch. Then she yanked, splitting them up the middle.

I gasped and jumped. It was one of the hottest things anyone had ever done to me, made even more so because I was on the phone with the queen while THE daughter of the American Revolution went down on me in the back of my limo.

“Miriam, darling? Are you okay?” Gran asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.” She didn’t sound convinced, but she continued.

Ivy disappeared under my skirt and pushed my satin panties to the side, sliding her tongue against my skin in a decadent display of pure euphoria.

I hissed in a breath and rolled against the touch, rewarded with a small chuckle and her arms over my hips, pinning me in place.

“What was that?” Gran asked, bringing my attention back to the phone call.

“Nothing,” I sputtered. “Stubbed my toe.”

Ivy laughed again, and the vibration rattled through me at our connection. I arched into her, my free hand going to her soft hair. She grabbed my wrist and held it down, staring up at me with that spark of mischief in her eye that had originally attracted me to her. I loved her so very much, and this impulsive creativity was only the start of the reasons why. Ivy sucked at my swollen nub and licked me until a breathy sigh poured out of my throat. Pleasure skated across my skin, warm and ecstatic, and I never wanted to come back to reality.

“Miriam!” My grandmother was near hysterics.

“Yes?” I said, my attention diverted again.

“Reginald has asked when he can see you again.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Gran, I’m feeling a bit flu-ish. I’ll call you later.” Without waiting for a response, I hung up. It was likely the most unceremonious goodbye she’d ever received, and I’d pay for it later.

Ivy pushed two fingers inside me, slowly allowing me to accommodate them before she did that thing with her tongue that made me fall apart. I clamped my thighs around her head, but she giggled and held them open with her elbows, tipping me over the edge, bringing me back down to earth.

I panted and hummed a sick sadistic noise as I planned my revenge for this Yankee brat who took what she wanted without care for the repercussions.

“Fucking hell,” she said, wiping at her chin with the back of her hand, leaning the side of her head against my knee. “I love making you come on my face.”

“You owe me a pair of tights.”

“Bill me,” she said with a scoff.

I wanted my retribution right then and there, so I used my body weight to push her onto her back on the limo floor, devouring her mouth with mine. She tasted like sex and me and her, the perfect mix to drive me wild. I wanted to see her fall apart. I wanted to make her as wild as she’d made me. I grabbed the button on her trousers and flicked it open.

“Princess Miriam,” she whispered. “How naughty you’ve become.”

I laughed and bit her bottom lip, sliding my hand down her trousers, finding her wet and ready for me. “You love me this way.”

She started to reply, but I swallowed down her moan when I pushed my fingers inside her and rubbed at her clit with my palm, focusing on her contorted features as her pleasure ramped up. Ivy had always been very selective about who she let inside her body, so to be given the privilege of this intimacy almost made me come again from the thought alone.

What a silly little queer I’d grown up to be. I watched as Ivy fell apart around my fingers, a delicate pink flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. Ginger hair stuck to her face as her breathy moans urged me on. I loved fucking Ivy, even more when she let me have control like this. Most of the time, when we were together, she took the lead. She liked being in control of me, but oh, to have her bucking against my palm, to bury my fingers deep inside her, it reminded me of the first time. She’d been so naive and innocent in that dorm room, and I’d been the deviant princess who stole her innocence. No one could ever take that away from me.

When she rolled her hips against me, I worked her faster, deeper, inhaling her moans and sucking her neck just the way she liked. I licked over that succulent X and held her through her climax, smiling when my fingers came away from her wet and sticky. I licked them clean and kissed her again, delighting in her disheveled smile.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered against my lips, breathing down her climax. I loved her when she was relaxed and euphoric, her mind free of that frantic race it normally contained. Like this, she was vulnerable, sweet, and unguarded. Like this, I could see the girl I’d met in a dorm room in Virginia all those years ago.

“I can’t,” I whispered back.

“Sure you can,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose. We were still on the floor of the limo, her arms wrapped around me, my head on her chest, right above her heartbeat, so familiar and soothing and steady. “You’ve already insulted her by hanging up on her. What’s a few more hours?”

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