Page 65 of The Tenth Muse

“No, I guess we’re not.”

Donella’s hips bore into mine then as she kisses me again, harder this time. My arms around her neck, her hands in my hair, I put all my excitement, all my longing into that kiss. I hope she feels it.

“I’ve been wanting to taste these lips since the moment I saw you.”

I put a leg in between hers and use my weight to push us onto her bed. I love her mouth on mine but I want her skin on mine too, I want to feel her everywhere.

I tug the hem of her shirt, “Off,” I demand before sliding the heel of my hand down her pants to settle between her thighs. She grinds on me for a moment before actually moving to pull hershirt off and I only move my hand for a moment when she goes to remove mine.

I kiss Donella’s gray skin everywhere I can reach, their neck, shoulder, chest, their heavy sighs encouraging me to keep going. I’m surprised when Donella shoves me onto my back and starts moving down my body.

I hook my foot under their shoulder to stop them. “I want you.” The phrase almost bursts from my chest, and although spoken in truth, it’s rooted in self-doubt. I give, and have fun doing it. But the familiar flutter of nerves and timidity over receiving creeps up to war with the passion and fire I feel with having their hands on me.

Donella slides their hands around my thighs to the back and pushes them toward my chest, rubbing circles into the backs of my thighs with their thumbs. “You’ll get me, muffin. But first, I want my mouth on you, I want your taste on my tongue. I want your screams in my ears. Can I have that? Can I have you?”

I put my hands on top of hers. “Yes,” I sound breathless but I keep going, “I just, I usually—” All the words I planned to say slam against each other behind my teeth like a twelve car pile-up. Donella’s got one eyebrow raised, a stern look on her face that I know enough about her now not to try to dodge.

“I take too long,” I get it out in the open before I lose my cool.

Donella spreads my thighs and leans forward, grabbing my face and kissing my nose, mouth, and jaw. She wraps her arms around me and leans right, putting me comfortably on top of her.

“I'm glad you gave me your worry,” she kisses me again, “I’m sad you think pleasure has a time limit.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I’m somewhere I’ve never been before now. I kiss Donella’s gray lips and cuddle my face in her neck. We stay that way for a moment, but then she pulls my head back softly by my hair and kisses my nose again.

“It seems to me, no matter how much I kiss you, I keep coming back for more.” Kiss. “I know you’ve got to be tired of me already, kissing you in all these random places over and over again.” Kiss. “I wonder if there was anywhere on your body where I could just kiss the same place again and again and you would never get tired of it.” Kiss. “Got any ideas?”

Donella leans back to meet my eyes and all I can do is laugh at the cheeky little smile she’s got on her face. “Will you allow me the joy of kissing and licking and tasting your cunt for way, way, waaaaay too long?”

Suddenly the past seems so silly and far away. The people I’ve been with before today don’t matter when it comes to me and Donella. I can’t imagine the patient and kind demon I’ve come to know shoving off me because I haven’t come yet. The past helps form my perspective but it can’t define what, and who, I have in front of me now.

I nod my head, reaching up for a kiss at the same time. “Yeah, I think you can.”

Donella moves as fast as wildfire, flipping us back over and warming up my skin again with her hands and mouth while she shimmies my pants off. This time she bites as she makes her way down, surprising me between her softer touches. I do nothing to stop her when she pushes my knees together over my chest and places open-mouth kisses all over the back of my thighs. Something in my chest unwinds when she opens my legs back up and takes that first lick up my pussy. Her eyes bore into mine and I hear everything she’s saying with them. She wants to be here, with me, right where she’s at.

I keep eye contact with her for as long as I can while her mouth explores every inch of me, sucking on my labia, kissing my clit, and licking farther into me than I thought possible. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t get discouraged when my hips lift and then fall on their own, waves of pleasure coursing through my bodybut just on the outskirts of letting me fully fall into it. She doesn’t slow down or use her hands to help me along when I get louder and louder and tamper off again.

And finally,finally, when my stomach is clenched and my throat is dry, I feel that surge go straight through me and I hold on to Donella’s horns for dear life. They don’t stop licking as my legs shake around their head and they grab my ass when my hips are lifted to keep their mouth to me as my body moves. I close my eyes, feeling electrified and exhausted at the same time.

“That was …” I don’t know what I was going to say. Amazing, freeing, healing? Even after Donella brings me a cup of water, none of those words feel big enough so I just kiss her instead. I feel her smile on my lips before she sits back.

“Too long?” Donella asks with a smile. After a quick sip, I set the glass down on the nightstand.

“Just right,” I whisper.

I sit up and grab their hips and hold them close as I taste myself on their lips. I graze my hand over their belly as we kiss, slowly making my way inside their pants. Donella opens their stance wider for me and, my god.

“You are so wet.”

“Can you blame me?”

Whatever I was about to say gets lost when I feel a shorttapon the outside of their pants. Wait a minute.

“Was that … Your tail?”

Donella chuckles as she nods. “I couldn’t very well use my hands when they were all over you.”

Fuuuck that’s hot.

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