Page 75 of Aftertaste

I stepped toward her, wrapped my hand around her wrist, and halted what she was doing. “No.” I pulled at her, stopping her touching herself, then sat next to her. I stretched my body out onto its side and guided her hand between my legs, needing her touch there more than anything else.

Her groan mixed in with my moan as I took her nipple into my mouth again then reached down between her thighs. The lace was getting in the way, so I yanked at it, hearing the rip of material, and then she was bare to me.

A small smattering of hair led down to her clit, and as soon as I found her sweet spot, I curled my fingers, rubbing at it. I wasn’t sure what I needed more of: her touching me, or me touching her.

“Haven,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes, right there.”

I sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting down on it just enough to have her losing her mind. It did the trick because seconds later she was rubbing her thumb over my nipple then pinching it. I needed pain with my pleasure, and she seemed to realize that as I pushed myself closer to her.

We were a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, but neither of us stopped. I rubbed harder, faster, sating her need until her clit pulsated with her orgasm. But I didn’t stop, not when she begged me to, not when she said it was too much, and not when she stopped touching me. I needed to give her this.

Her body went limp, her mewls echoing in my bedroom. “More?” I asked, climbing between her legs. She moved her head to the side, making a noise in the back of her throat. I took that as a yes, so continued to rub at her clit, while moving the fingers of my other hand inside of her. She was soaking wet, so much so you could hear her.

“It’s too much,” she gasped, her body going ramrod straight. “Haven. Haven!”

“That’s it, baby,” I curled my fingers inside her and felt her G-spot.

“Oh god. Oh god!”

Her body shook, her legs squeezed together, and I sighed as her wetness coated my fingers, her pussy pulsating so much it was practically vibrating.

Her heavy breaths mixed in with mine, the scent of sex permeating the air. “Haven,” she whispered, her eyes opening and clashing with mine. “Holy shit. That was…” She shook her head. “I can’t even explain.” Her gaze traveled down my neck and to my chest. “Your turn.” I didn’t even have the chance to respond before she was on me, pushing my back to the bed and yanking my legs open.

She dived between my thighs, her mouth covering my clit and her tongue swiping over the bundle of nerves. “Yesss,” I gritted out and grabbed her long hair. She reached one hand up, toying with my nipple and twisting it as she licked me so fast that I was afraid she’d run out of energy before I even got to— “Fuck.” I felt the burning at the base of my stomach. It came from nowhere, a quick warning of what was coming. “More,” I pleaded, pushing my pussy harder into her face. “Please, more.”

I held my breath, squeezed my eyes closed, and thrust my hips as my orgasm overtook my entire body. My ears popped; my thighs shook uncontrollably. And unlike me, when my pulsating clit waned, she didn’t continue. I was glad because I knew I wouldn’t be able to take anymore, not right then.

“Thalia,” I called, grasping her face in my hand. “Come here.” She moved up onto her knees and came higher up, half of her body on top of mine, our legs intertwined. Her lips glistened with my wetness. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.” It was heavy, I knew that, but in that moment, I couldn’t keep it to myself.

Her eyes closed, her head resting on my chest. “Me too.”

Tumbling Down

Thalia

For a couple of seconds, it didn’t register where I was. All I knew was there was an arm wrapped around me from behind and a body pressed against mine. A naked body. I stared down at the hand, recognizing Haven, and sighed.

Last night had been…epic. It was the only way I could describe it. I wanted to bask in the morning with Haven. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her until I had to go home.

I shook my head. I couldn’t think about that, not while I was lying next to Haven.

“You okay?” her groggy voiced asked.

“Yeah.” I pushed away, feeling like my bladder was going to explode any moment. “I need the toilet.”

“Hallway. Second door,” Haven said.

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me and pushed out of her giant, comfy bed. I managed to find my shirt mixed in with the mess on the floor we’d made. Both of our purses lay mixed in with the mess, and I couldn’t help but need to squeeze my thighs together as I remembered what we’d done.

Halting at the door, I turned back and smiled at Haven’s half-asleep body stretched out within her white sheets. Her hair haloed her, and I cursed myself for needing to get out of bed. I should have turned and touched her, kissed her. Fuck. Had I missed my opportunity for morning sex? I’d never stayed over after having sex, so this was new to me. Everything with Haven was new to me.

My bladder threatened to let go so I hightailed it to the bathroom, did my business, and got dressed. My hair was a matted mess, my makeup sliding off of my face, but the grin on my lips would never disappear.

“Thalia?” My stomach rolled at the sound of Haven calling my name and I grinned even wider at myself in the mirror while washing my hands. “Thalia?” she called a second time, but the tone was off.

“Coming!” I shouted, drying my hands. I pulled open the door and padded back to the bedroom, but she wasn’t there. “Haven?” She didn’t answer, but I could hear her footsteps in the other room, so I headed toward there. “You okay?” I asked, frowning at her.

Her gaze met mine, her face pale. “What’s this?” She held something in the air, but I couldn’t make out what it was, not from this far away. I stepped toward her, but her hand came out, silently halting me. It was then that I noticed she was fully dressed. “What is this?”

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