Chapter 4

She hummed as she looked over my face. “Surprise me?”

She retreated then started to put eye cream on.

I blinked then forced my body to go make tea.

Geez! That was the weirdest come-on I’ve ever experienced. Including that time that one girl wanted to talk about calculus in bed.

My eyes traveled over the neat cabinet full of a million teas. I searched for a peach tea but only found a weird infusion with spices she probably wouldn’t have enjoyed. God, this is surprisingly stressful.

I settled on a lavender and sleepy time brew mix. I smelled at the tea bags and deemed them a good mix. I mixed in a little honey then poured some waters for us.

I came back to find her putting lotion on her calves and feet.

“Lavender and sleepy time?”

She sipped at it and hummed appreciatively.

I settled in to read on my phone but eventually she got sleepy, and came over to hug my middle. I froze.

I read on my phone for a little bit but wasn’t really paying attention to the words. I was connected to Jesse’s wifi so I remotely turned off the lights then shifted down to go to sleep.

She hummed in satisfaction as she tightened her grip on me.

We awoke in the same position and, judging by her finger tracing circles on my bare bicep, she didn’t want to get up.

“Good morning.” My voice was scratchy in the morning.

“Morning Mor. God, I slept so good! I don’t remember the last time I slept the whole night through.”

“Probably all the dancing last night. You really went for it.”

“I think it was using you as a pillow.” She poked at my belly. Her face was somewhere near my neck, and I craned my neck to smell her hairline.

“What are you doing?”

“You smell great. I–I’ve always wanted to be this close to you.”

“Yeah?” She made eye contact.

“Yes, it’s like a gravitational pull or those little ceramic salt and pepper shakers that have magnets in them to make them hug.”

“We’re salt and pepper shakers?” She rose her eyebrows in amusement.

“No, I just mean the way they kind of fit together, you know? Sorry, that was dumb.”

She laid on me again, and hugged me tighter to her.

“I’ll be your salt if you want to be my pepper.” She said lightly.

“Wait, no. Hold up.” I sat up, facing her as I crossed my legs.

She groaned then sat up reluctantly.

“What do you mean? Because you’ve been all touchy recently and wearing underwear around the house, and sometimes you get, like, super close and look at me like–“

She closed the distance and pressed her lips to mine. I twitched as her lips touched mine. If it was any other girl, I would have the brainpower needed to jump her bones; to give her the best snog of her life. As it was, I felt stupid. My lips refused to move to reciprocate.

Her lips felt so nice… They were as soft and as pliable as I’d thought.

I still wasn’t moving so she leaned back to look at me. “Mor?”

I didn’t know if she was asking for more kissing or saying my name.

Her red hair was illuminated in a halo with the morning light and her pink lips and skin looked so soft, like a dream. It was a dream then. I’d had this dream before. I was more in control the last time though. I’d woken up just as I was about to slip my hand in her panties.

I took my open palm and slapped my cheek as hard as I could. “Ow!”

“What the fuck?” She took my wrist, and held my jaw in her other hand. “Why did you do that?”

“I–I thought I was dreaming.”

Her eyebrows were scrunched together then let out a breathless huff. The huff turned into a chuckle then she was laughing until she turned red in the face. She collapsed on the bed as she clutched her stomach. I sat frozen, and didn’t see what was so funny.

“You thought you were dreaming because I kissed you?”

“Well, I’ve had this dream before.”

“Have you?” She sat up again then kneeled in front of me, still grinning. “And what do we do in your dreams?” She rested her forearms on my shoulders. She was drawing dangerously close again, and I squirmed away, standing up quickly.

“Stop doing that! Why do you keep doing that?”

“God, Mor! You make it seem like I’m taking advantage of you! Don’t you want this?”

“Suz, I’ve wanted this since I first met you! You’re gorgeous, smart, funny… How can I not want you?” I was at my wit’s end.

“Okay! So what’s the problem?” She stood up, and I stepped back, banging into the dresser.

“I love you.” I stared her down.

She rose her eyebrows then took another step to me. “Still don’t see a problem.” She smiled wickedly.

“Well, do you love me back?”

“I have affection for you and I could love you. So let me try.”

“I’m not a trial subscription you can cancel before the month is out, Suzie!”

“I know that! I’m not screwing you around! I promise.”

“You need to feel what I feel!” I paced the room, and she sat back down as I ranted. “You need to be sure. And if you’re not sure, then maybe we’re not meant to be together because I wouldn’t just love you, I’d worship the ground you walk on.”

“Are you done?” She drawled. I crossed my arms in front of her, and jerked my head.

“Good, because you’re being unreasonable and abrasive.”

I opened my mouth to protest, and she cut me off.

“Shut up. I do love you, you dummy.”

I shut my mouth quickly, making my teeth clack.

“What I meant was it’s going to take a little while for us to get used to being together like that. But I do want to. I want to touch you. I want you to touch me. I want to see if I get addicted to holding your hand. And I definitely don’t want you to date anyone else.”

“Yeah.” There was a pregnant pause where I assumed she didn’t know what to do next either. “Jesus, Mor… I can’t believe you slapped yourself.”

I finally chuckled then went to sit next to her on the bed. She took my hand slowly, running her fingers over the top of it. She twined her fingers with mine then squeezed.

“Geez. That feels nice.” I said softly.

“Yeah. Can I try kissing you again? No more bouts of violence?”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Moriah, may I kiss you?”

We leaned towards each other in small pauses, looking before touching. Her lips touched mine, and this time I did move along her mouth. The shudders her kiss caused traveled all over and made my spine vibrate violently. My brain was sparking like a live wire, stuttering on and off.

It was better than I’d fantasized. Soft, warm, and the hot feel of her breath made my blood rush. I put a knee on the bed, pressing into her. She copied me, and pushed back, matching my force. My head tilted, almost perpendicular to hers while I slipped my tongue in her mouth. She whimpered and clutched at my neck in her arms. I rested my hands over the soft cotton at her hips.

I separated, and her mouth followed me, connecting us again.

“It’s–uh–science.”

“What?” She questioned between pecks.

“Fireworks, things going quiet, dizzy spells when you kiss. It’s just science.”

“Are you seeing fireworks, Mor?”

“Yeah. I always thought it was a dumb cliché. But blood rushes everywhere makes you see lights under your eyelids. You, like, fixate on the feeling and the touching and you go deaf and dizzy. All clichés are apparently rooted in science and I didn’t–“

She cut me off with a kiss, pressing her mouth to mine again. “You talk too much.” She slipped her tongue in my mouth, and I moaned, gripping her hips harsher in response.

I hummed in assent then danced my tongue with hers. Every swipe was sending shocks down to my clit and causing little painful explosions in my groin.

She pulled at my neck and brought me down to lay on top of her. I relished the leverage I had on top, and she apparently did too because she started moaning in the kiss. I swiped my tongue along her lips, and she shuddered in response, moving her hips now.

Nipping at her jaw, I ran a palm along her side, caressing. I touched the bare skin where her hip started and moved my mouth lower to caress her hot neck.

“God, I’ve always wanted to touch you here.”

She started breathing heavily and it made her chest move up and down. The soft skin of her neck was alive. The throbbing pulse point that only kept getting faster, her larynx moving with harsh gulps, and her tendon twitching erratically whenever I sucked on a hot zone.

My hand moved up of its own accord, and I forcibly stopped it before it reached her breast. I separated, then leaned on my palms over her.

Her lips were puffy, and she was flushed from her cheeks to her neck. The spots I’d sucked on her neck shone a brilliant pink.

“I don’t know when to stop.” I confessed.

“What?” She caressed my forearms.

“I–I want to take you. I want to touch you, and make you moan.”

“What are you waiting for then? An engraved invitation?” She grinned wickedly at me, and I chuckled.

“No, I guess not.” I leaned down to mouth at her collar bones, and undid button by torturous button as I went. I got to the last one then pressed my mouth to the skin below her bellybutton. I licked the soft skin there, and she whimpered.

Sitting up and straddling her, I took both sides of her pajama top to reveal her breasts. I ran my palms up her sides then paused right below her breasts.

I looked in her face, and her mouth was open as she panted out small gasps. I leaned down, still making eye contact, and licked a slow swath from the underside of her breast to the top of her areola. I mouthed around the dusky pink skin, and she started rolling her hips in response.

I licked her nipple.

I closed my mouth over it, licking harder. I changed breast and did the same thing, finally closing my mouth over the hardened nub and sucking it in my mouth.

“Oh, god!” Her hips vibrated violently, and she gripped the nape of my neck to bring me to her mouth again.

She kissed me sloppily, breathing into my mouth.

“Fuck, Suz. I’m already addicted. Please be sure.”

“I’m sure I want to make you happy. I’m sure I want to touch you. I want you in my life as much as possible, Mor.”

“Okay. I want all those things too.”

“Great! Can you–um–touch me now, please?”

“Do you want release, baby girl?”

“Oh god. Yes! You’re turning me on, Mo. But please do something.”

“With pleasure!” I kissed down her body again and ran my hand beneath her to squeeze between her ass and the mattress. She gasped in response.

I kept going, taking her shorts and panties down as I went. I went to stand up and finished taking off her clothes. I took my tank top and shorts off too. I settled on my elbows between her creamy legs and admired the little tuft of light-colored pubic hair and her glistening pink lips.

“Wait, Mor.” I froze before putting my mouth on her. “Come up here again. I want to feel you.”

I crawled up again then squeezed my arms under her back. She clutched me to her just as fiercely as she twined her legs with mine. We writhed together and worked each other up, our thighs touching each other’s hot center.

I supported myself a little on my elbow to kiss her deeply but slowly. She touched my sides and back while I ran my hands up her side to fondle her breast.

“Suz. I think I’m going to need you to slap me again.”

“You’re not–ah!–dreaming. But if it’s a kink of yours, I wouldn’t mind.”

I leaned further up then moved my hips faster as she did the same. It was a year since I had sex, probably longer for her, so we came rather quickly. First her, then I shifted down to hump her strong thigh furiously. I came with violent twitches and pitched forward in my orgasm.

I collapsed on top of her, panting until I caught my breath.

She scratched lightly at my back. “Well. You were right!”

“Sex with you is definitely not boring.”

“Ooh, baby girl. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” I leaned up to kiss her, and I never, ever wanted to stop.

She hummed in the kiss, and squeezed her hand between us to touch my clit.

“Oh, fuck.” I leaned my head on her shoulder while her fingers felt around, finally strumming my clit, quickly. “Yeah. Yes, that’s good.”

I tried to keep still but I couldn’t help but hump harder into her fingers here and there. She pulled at my shoulder, and I obeyed, shifting up.

She captured a nipple in her mouth, and her hand went faster as she sucked on me.

My brain exploded in pleasure. I took my hand to her wrist, pushing it further down.

“Please, baby. Two fingers.”

She took her middle and ring finger and kept going, feeling around my entrance. She tentatively entered me but her hand was still.

“Um–now what? I just…” she moved further out and then back in.

She moved more confidently and faster. My ass trembled in response.

“What else do you need?” She asked breathlessly.

“You. Just you.” I kissed her hotly, and humped her hand.

“But maybe also squeeze your hand as you go, please.”

She did what I asked, and arousal gushed out of my pussy.

My hips moved faster as I chased my orgasm, and she sped up too.

“Ohh! Yes! Yeah! Don’t stop, please.”

“No. No, I won’t.” She panted.

My clit exploded in a radiating orgasm, and I flopped down on her again. My heart pounded erratically.

She slapped my side with her other hand at my vulgarity then made to slip out of me.

“Wait! Wait.” I stilled her hand until my breathing went back to normal.

I rolled over to lie next to her, wiping the sweat off from my hairline.

Glancing over at her, she was looking at my come on her fingers, letting the string of arousal stretch between her thumb and middle finger. I let her have the moment to process.