Gemma nods before slowly resuming her licking, more gently this time as she starts flicking her tongue up and down from Celeste’s entrance to her clit.
Celeste gasps. Gemma is catching on. Slowly but surely.
It takes a few more experimental licks in various directions and instructions from Celeste, but all the waiting and guidance proves worth it when Gemma finally figures it out. Hot, delicious warmth builds up inside Celeste, and she can barely think straight when Gemma adds her fingers into the mix.
“Gem,” Celeste pants. “Gem, that’s it. Right there. I’m going to—”
She cries out, and Gemma eagerly laps at her wetness.
“You taste so good,” she says. “Holy shit. It’s better than I imagined it’d be.”
When Gemma comes back up, Celeste is still breathless. “See?” she says when she can finally talk. “You just had to try it out for yourself.”
“Yeah,” replies Gemma. “Sorry it took so long, though.”
Celeste gives her forehead another kiss. “Nah, you were fine.”
For a moment, they stay like that, lying side by side while staring into each other’s eyes. Celeste’s heart flutters, and not from the recent orgasm.
“Why don’t I make us some dinner?” Celeste asks, getting out of bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, maybe because we didn’t eat a proper lunch.”
Gemma clears her throat. Celeste holds her breath, and she half-expects Gemma to say she has to go home again. But then, Gemma sits up and says, “Sounds good. Anything I can do to help?”
At long last, Celeste lets herself relax. “No,” she says with a mischievous grin. “You just stay in my bed like that, naked and sexy.”
Celeste makes us not only dinner, but also breakfast the next morning, brewing us steaming hot coffee and expertly making fancy Korean street toast that I’ve only had in LA Koreatown cafés.
As I bite into my sandwich stuffed with veggie omelet, cheese, and sausage, I can’t help but think of Val and Kiara and how they started dating. Celeste’s and my situation couldn’t be more different than theirs, but my heart beats faster, regardless.
“What do you have going on for the rest of the weekend?” Celeste asks with her hands wrapped around her coffee mug.
I blink. Since the holidays are over now and I have everything sorted out for my move later in the month, I don’t have any plans. I was planning on taking it easy and maybe watch an episode—or five—of a new rom-com K-drama I’ve seen people talk about online.
When I tell this to Celeste, she gasps.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to watch that, too,” she says, clapping her hands. “I don’t have much going on today, either. Want to watch it together?”
“Sure.”
I’ve only seen Celeste clap her hands excitedly in one context: when we’re talking about cute K-dramas. The unexpected flash of familiarity makes me grin.
After we finish eating and cleaning up our plates, Celeste and I return to her bedroom. She steps out momentarily and comes back with her laptop and bed tray table, the same one she had when we were in college. Then, we cuddle up in bed together and hit play.
The show is cute, albeit a tad bit stereotypical with its standard poor-girl-meets-the-rich-son-of-the-CEO K-drama plot. The overarching story has more to it than that, but Celeste and I don’t get past the first couple of episodes before we’re kissing again.
Finally, Celeste places the tray table down on the floor.
“Let’s finish the rest later,” she says while kissing down my neck.
With a sharp inhale, I nod. Then, I gently place a hand below her chin and guide her lips back to mine.
The K-drama thankfully ends up being a lot more entertaining than I thought it’d be, but if someone asked me what the show is about, I wouldn’t be able to tell them.Most of my focus is on Celeste and learning and relearning how she reacts to me touching different areas of her body. She more than returns the favor, and I consider myself lucky I’m even able to show up to work on Monday.
At lunch, Val takes one look at my disheveled state and says to Kiara, “Ah, young love. Babe, remember when we were like that?”
Kiara laughs. “What are you talking about? We’re still like that.”
I widen my eyes. After making sure no one is within earshot in the café, I hiss, “You guys still have this much sex?”