Page 16 of Doll Face

“Yes, but I’m on a floor with all my model friends, and there isn’t a view of anything.”

“Ah.” I nod.

“I really don’t want you to think I’m just taking you here to try and sleep with you …” She puts her hands on her waist. I gaze into her hazel eyes and take her hand in mine. I’m not sure why, but it just feels right.

Neither of us speak while I close the distance between us with a hand on her cheek, and she leans into it with a soft smile. I pull her face toward mine and kiss her lips with all the ferocity I’m feeling. Suddenly, I’m desperate for her. For more of her than I’ve had in so long. So I kiss her, letting her put her hands around my neck, mine around her waist, as our bodies press together.

“Is this what you want?” She pulls away, breathlessly, to ask.

“It is.” I nod.

“Then come with me.” She takes me by the hand and leads me to the closed blinds. She opens them with both hands and then looks back at me. I look at the bright pink sky and how beautiful her silhouette looks in front of it.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I mumble.

“So are you,” she says clearly.

She pulls me back in for a kiss against the windows. Her back presses against the glass, and we’re suddenly frantic, pulling clothes off and lost in the moment. Her jumper comes off in one swoop. She tosses my T-shirt across the room, and I shrug out of my shorts. We’re both in matching sets, mine pink and hers black, but we were clearly prepared for whatever might happen tonight. I giggle to myself, and she smiles, clearly thinking the same thing. As much as we said this wasn’t going to happen, I think we both wanted it to.

“I think we should continue this in the bedroom,” she whispers.

“Don’t wanna give the neighbors a show?” I tease.

“Not for free.” She winks and interlocks my hand in hers. She leads me to the bedroom down the hall, and we each unhook our bras as we walk. Once we reach the room, we climb into bed together.

Kenzie’s body is just as beautiful as I remember it. Full of curves for me to kiss and love. She pulls me in for a greedy kiss while her hands start roaming my body. Her hands stop on my breasts, playing with my nipples, and I gasp into her mouth lightly. I reach for her breasts but she paws me away. She always loved being in control. I let her take over as she flips me on top of her and lies down on the bed.

“Sit on my face, Doll Face,” she whispers with hooded eyes.

“A-are you sure?” I’m not exactly twenty-two anymore; we’re grown adults. I honestly don’t know if she can handle it.

“Sit on my face. Now,” she commands, and I do as she says.

Hovering over her face, I lower my pussy over her mouth, and she begins licking slowly. Then, without warning, she pulls me by the thighs and I collapse on her face, gripping the headboard. She begins working her tongue in a painstakingly perfect rhythm while I moan for her.

“Oh, Kenzie!” I call out, moaning and gasping while rocking my hips over her. I forgot how fucking good she feels. How well her tongue works my pussy.

She hums under me, and I feel the vibration shake me to my core. I play with my breasts, kneading them and pinching my nipples lightly as she sucks on my clit. I can feel my orgasm building, probably because it’s been way too damn long since I’ve had sex—even by myself. My pink vibrator isn’t used much anymore. I know I’m going to come hard and fast all over Kenzie’s face. But if memory serves me correctly, she’s going to love it.

“I’m so close!” I call out, and Kenzie doesn’t let up.

Her tongue slides through my folds, she flattens it, and with a flick of it over my clit, I’m screaming a slew of curse words as I come for her.

“Oh my god! I’m coming!” I scream as I come all over her face, and she immediately laps my juices up.

When I finally steady myself, I climb off her face and lie in the bed next to her. She’s covered in me, so she heads to the bathroom to grab a towel. When she comes back, she brings a warm washcloth to wipe me down, too. She spreads my thighs and rubs between my legs, cleaning me. It’s a sentiment not lost on me. No one has ever taken care of me the way Kenzie has.

She pulls me in for a cuddle, and instead of fighting her, I lean into it. I just want to be as close to her as possible right now. Even though it’s scary, and I could think of a million reasons why I shouldn’t be intimate with her, I refuse to think of any of them right now. I melt into the possibility of us and all that we can be.

“It’s too late, just spend the night with me?” Kenzie whispers in my ear. Even though I could argue it’s barely nine p.m., I don’t.

“Okay.” I nod and let her hold me close.

Chapter 7

Barbie

The next morning, I wake up and look around the bedroom, but Kenzie is nowhere to be found. Surely she wouldn’t leave. I throw a sheet around me and peek into the bathroom but it's empty. Then, I walk down the hall and realize the kitchen is empty, too. Her bag from last night is still here, which is promising. But where the hell could she have gone? I'm just about to start looking for my phone to call her when I hear the front door opening. Instead of doing anything rash, I pick up the nearest object—a wooden spoon—and the sheet I’m holding drops. Now I’m naked and defenseless to this intruder. I’m struggling to pick up my sheet when I throw the spoon at the person.

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