"Please," I breathed.
My pants, my underwear, were pulled away as one. I kicked off my shoes as she went, knowing they would only slow her down, and tried to help her get rid of my remaining clothes. She didn't need that help.
We'd been apart so many years, but she still remembered how sensitive my legs were. Her nails caught on the outside of my thigh, sending a quiver through me that felt as though it would never stop. Warm, familiar hands with a few new scars pulled my hips closer and she dove down, down, down.
The first stroke of her tongue was almost too much to bear. I curled my fingers in her hair and put one heel on the couch. You don't exactly get time off for carnal exercises when you're stuck in the Dream and my body remembered how starved it was.
Thank God Cassie was hungry.
I writhed as a finger entered me, slowly at first and then curling, looking for my sweet spot. Once, twice, and she brushed over it, drawing a low, sweet moan from me. Encouraged, she flicked the tip of her tongue over my clit and hummed while she did it.
The vibration drove me crazy. I shuddered and bucked, trying to hold myself back. It was one thing to cum for your lady, it was another to do it right after she got started. A second finger joined the first and the pads of both slid deep within, touching that spot again.
"Cass," I whispered. "Cassie, God, honey, you're gonna-"
She mmm'd? at me and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from falling over that wonderful edge. I tried not to yank on her hair, but it was so good and I knew she didn't mind; not really. We'd worked that shit out years ago after she'd accidentally pulled one of my braids out: some shit just goes down when you're eating your girlfriend out.
I didn't have much time to consider that, remember her yanking on my hair. Cassie's teeth grazed me, her hands tight on my ass as I whimpered, loud and long. I scrabbled for purchase on her head, trying to squirm toward her and kick away. It was too complex, too much for me to take. Panting, my chest heaving, I choked out a cry as she replaced her fingers with her tongue and sped her thumb over my clit.
My head tipped back as I fought, trying to think of anything but the mounting fire in my belly. I shot a hand up and grabbed one of the couch cushions, dragging it back down so I could bite it. The other remained firmly entangled in her hair. Then, the cushion was pulled out of my mouth and tossed off with the rest of our clothes.
"I want to hear you," she told me.
And then she went right back to her work, tasting me thoroughly. I strangled off another moan, not wanting to wake up the whole damn Alliance building. But then she hummed against me again and I couldn't. I just couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, the world fell to shards around me.
Everything got hazy, a blinding source of wonderful heat pouring through my veins. I bucked against her, my toes curling, cramping, the pain biting into all the rest of it. My hands tightened in her hair and I know I tugged, but you just can't help some things.
The exhaustion hit me like a truck. I reached for her and she came to me, crawling up my body to rest her head on my chest. My arms encircled her as I fought to breathe, coming down from my first conscious orgasm in forever. I wrapped one leg around her hip and kissed her forehead. "Give me... a minute or two. God, you're so good. So... so..."
"You're dead on your feet and you aren't even standing," Cassie murmured. "You sure you're up for it?"
I didn't want to say no. I didn't. But we'd always tried to be honest with each other. I gave her a miserable look. "Maybe if I have a nap first."
She smiled and kissed my chin. "It isn't like this is a one-time thing."
"Yeah," I smiled right back.
We fell silent there, just being with each other. I drifted off for a little while; I know I did for all I was fighting it, too. I sure was losing a lot of battles, but I was done out. Cassie was, too. A blanket had been draped over us, our clothes piled neatly on the couch. Ah, well. It wasn't like it was the first time the others had seen my ass naked or Cassie, either. And it was nice of them to tuck us in like that.
I turned my head and realized there was a pillow beneath me. The floor wasn't the most comfortable bed, but it was well worth it with Cassie fast asleep on top of me. I wouldn't have traded it for the world.
But the world doesn't stand still for anyone. And there's always bullshit waiting just around the fucking riverbend.
My phone rang out into the dead silence of the penthouse suite. I flinched and grabbed it, turning the volume off in that instant. Cassie stirred but I shushed her even as I answered it.
"What?" I growled.
He snorted. "You're late with your report. I didn't expect you to be timely, given what you were doing but-"
"You've got spies on spies?"
I could hear the roll of his eyes in his voice. "The whole penthouse is wired for spying. It doesn't take a genius to break into the Thomaston network and watch."
And I was certain he had watched. I tried not to gag. He was probably still watching. Protectively, I hugged Cassie just that little bit closer to
