everything that she wanted to do at once.
She wanted to taste every inch of Taylor’s creamy, alluring skin. She
wanted to taste her there, between her legs. She wanted Taylor thrashing
below her, coming, moaning out her name. She wanted her to experience
how amazing it could be to just truly let go for the first time and be free.
Christina forced herself to slow down. She needed to savour this. She
didn’t want it to be over too soon. She could hold out. She would force
herself to wait. She promised that she’d go slow, and she would.
She cupped Taylor’s other breast and sucked the nipple deep into her
mouth. Taylor bucked beneath her. She arched up and moved her hands
above her head, clutching at the pillow.
“Does that feel good?” Christina asked, blowing cool air over the hard
little bud.
“Y-yes,” Taylor gas
ped.
Christina skimmed her fingertips over Taylor’s ribs, down lower, and
inched down. “What about here?”
“Yes.”
Christina kissed the flat planes of Taylor’s belly. Her skin was even
warmer there, and she could almost hear Taylor’s rapid heartbeat echoed
beneath her lips. It was hard to believe that Taylor had once carried Chloe
there. Her belly was so smooth and flat that it seemed almost impossible.
Christina hadn’t spent much time considering what it would be like to have
a child. She was too busy with work and family was an abstract left for a
distant future. It had always felt that way to her, but suddenly she wondered
what it would be like to feel a child growing inside. To watch a once
familiar body change with every week that passed.
That part of Taylor felt sacred. Christina kissed Taylor’s skin reverently,
amazed at her own thoughts. Christina bent her head lower, kissing down to
the waistband of Taylor’s panties. “What about when I kiss you here?”