Erin was obviously not going for anything other than fast and messy. Her fingers rubbed furious circles over Cassie’s clit. She was leaving a necklace of hickeys and Cassie was silently begging for more, shoulder blades pressed back into the building while the rest of her body arched forward. She tugged Erin’s mouth to hers right before she came, smothered her groan of pleasure with a kiss.
Erin removed her hand from Cassie’s pants while Cassie caught her breath. Cassie was leaning against the wall still, Erin’s otherhand strong on her hip. She’d be upset that Erin seemed to think she couldn’t trust her legs, except Cassie wasn’t sure shecould.
“Ready?” Erin asked.
Cassie swallowed. She settled her weight back onto her feet.
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, sure.”
Erin laughed at her, but Cassie couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt warm and satisfied and she would get to make Erin feel that way, too, as soon as they got to the hotel. She was definitely ready.
She did not get to make Erin feel that way as soon as they got to the hotel, it turned out.
She snuck a hand into Erin’s back pocket on the way to her room, but once they were inside, Erin took over. She slipped Cassie’s jacket off and kissed her, walked her backward to the bed without ever breaking the kiss. Erin’s weight on top of her felt wonderful, but Cassie really wanted to reciprocate. She kept trying to get Erin’s clothes off—she plucked at her top and fiddled with her belt—but Erin always caught her hands.
“Erin,” she whined, drawing it out.
She could feel Erin smile into the kiss, but when Cassie reached for her shirt again, Erin pinned her wrists over her head. Cassie kept her arms there even after she let go. Erin’s hands found their way to Cassie’s belt, and she finally stopped kissing her to ask, “May I?”
“Erin, I want—”
“I want you to keep saying my name, Cassie. And I want to go down on you. You’ll get your turn, don’t worry.”
Cassie tried really hard not to, but she might’ve whimpered. Erin’s lips turned up.
“Yeah,” Cassie said. “Yeah, you can. Take them off.”
Erin stripped Cassie of her pants with startling efficiency and roaming hands. She paused, once the jeans were off, and Cassie was about to tell her to keep going, but Erin was just taking a break to rub Cassie through her panties.
“Christ.”
Erin smirked at her. “You can just call me Erin.”
Cassie would’ve rolled her eyes, but she was too busy pushing her panties down since Erin wasn’t in enough of a hurry to. Once Cassie’s lower half was naked, though, Erin didn’t bother with Cassie’s shirt before settling between her legs.
Fuck.
Cassie didn’t know how she’d gone so long without this. Erin’s mouth was criminally good. Cassie dropped her head back against the pillow, letting out a low moan. Her legs fell farther open.
“God, Erin, I missed you.”
Erin laughed, kissed her thigh. “Me?” she asked. “Or this?” She licked straight up Cassie’s center.
“Both,” Cassie gasped.
Erin must’ve had a great memory. She did all the things that make Cassie the most crazy. She swirled her tongue around Cassie’s clit, dropped it down to slide up into her. She never let Cassie get too close, always stopped and changed whatever she was doing when Cassie’s legs started to shake.
“Look at me,” Erin demanded, and Cassie didn’t hesitate.
The sight of Erin looking up at her as she licked her clit made Cassie want to groan and slam her eyes shut again, but she held eye contact. The look in Erin’s eyes was pleased. She would be smiling if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“Erin,” Cassie panted, and now she swore she could actually feel Erin’s grin pressing between her legs. “Erin, please.”
Erin nodded, and Cassie kept her eyes open when she came.
Cassie shook and shook and Erin kept going. Erin’s breath was hot and wet when she pulled back, and then when she bit at Cassie’s clit again, Cassie’s eyes slammed shut as she came a second time, right away.
“Fucking Christ, Erin,” she groaned, because Erin was being gentle, but her mouth was still on Cassie. “Are you trying to kill me?”