“Do you want it?” I ask.
“Yes. So much.”
I smile to myself.
“Me too.”
I lean down, putting my head in between her legs. I begin to eat her out. She lifts her head up in between mine and does the same.
In this position, we’re like a circle of pleasure. The better I feel, the better I want to make her feel, and vice versa.
I tease her and do my best to get her off. She does the same to me.
She finishes first, orgasming hard. She stops eating me out for a moment while she does.
I get off of her and massage her clit as she comes down. She looks happy and worn out. She smiles up at me.
“Now it’s your turn,” she says.
She pushes me onto my back and nestles in between my legs. She gets her head down and starts to lick me again. Her hands reach up and start playing with my breasts.
I have to give it to her, this is an incredible feeling.
I don’t last too long like this. I was already on the edge, and this is more than enough to push me over. I finish and feel my body spasm as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
When I’m done, I pull her up close to me so I can hold her. I press my front to her back and spoon her. I hold her tightly in my arms.
If it were up to me, we’d stay like this forever. This post-orgasm haze, sleepily holding each other feels like a dream come true.
But maybe it’s good that it’s not up to me. Then we’d just be here. We’d be happy, but we’d never experience all the other happy things yet to come.
I sigh as I hold her. I can feel her breathing start to slow as she drifts off to sleep. I follow shortly after, hoping I’ll dream of her.
Twenty-One
Rachel
I sigh happily as I survey the shelves in front of me. I put in a huge order for around a hundred new titles from up and coming LGBT writers last week and the books have finally arrived. I’ve spent all day arranging them into a new display at the very front of the store.
It’s quiet just now, but I know it’s about to pick up soon. We have a book signing taking place tonight, and then a new Domme is going to do a show at the after-hours club. Things are really picking up around here.
Tonight also marks the unveiling of our new bar in the after-hours club, and I’m excited to see what people will think. Thanks to Tiffany’s investment I’ve completely remodeled the basement club and installed new equipment. It was closed for a month for renovations and tonight is the grand reopening.
Our stock has expanded drastically and we’ve been able to implement a new stock checking routine thanks to the new technology Tiffany bought for the place.
She suggested we hire decorators but I had a better idea. We bought gallons of paint from the hardware store and the bookstore girls and their kids, as well as all our friends and the kids who attend the story time sessions, all helped to paint the walls. The memory of excited shrieking, and the pleasure on the kids’ faces when they sit in their children’s corner now, make me beam with happiness.
“What’s gotten you so happy?”
I turn around as I hear Tiffany’s voice float across to me. I’m about to respond when Ana hits me with the full strength of her tiny body, making me take a step backwards.
“Mama Rachel we’re going to eat pasta tonight! With cheese and carrots and strawberries!”
I scoop her into my arms and make a face. “Ew, strawberries in pasta? That sounds gross, young lady.”
She beams at me, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me hard. “No, silly! The strawberries are after the pasta but they’re going to be the best bit, I can just tell.”
Tiffany appears beside us and wraps her arms around us both. I reach up to kiss her softly on the lips, and lean back into her. I love being the little spoon with her, she always makes me feel safe and warm.