“Is that what you like?”
Nina nodded, her mouth still full and her breath heavy.
“Good girl.”
Angel returned with a bit more pressure, rubbing and surrounding the little nub without setting up a pattern, just noticing which spots made Nina whimper and moan. She preferred touches at the sides, as the top seemed almost too sensitive.
When Nina started pushing back against her, she set up a firmer rhythm, squeezing the fleshy bud between her two fingers.
Angel wanted to be inside her. Not just to make her feel good, but to have the intimacy of delving inside this most beautiful, sacred place.
She slid her thumb lower, checking that Nina was wet enough. If she wasn’t, they could certainly stop for lube.
But she was. Damp and soft.
Angel flipped her hand around to keep her thumb working while she pressed two fingers together. She entered slowly, exploring and circling until Nina pressed back to ask for more.
Sliding into her went beyond the eroticism of the moment, capturing it and almost transcending it.
She wanted to fuck Nina one day, too. Cock hard and pounding into her.
But for now, this was perfect.
She set up a new rhythm, one that had Nina sucking to the same beat while she thrust inside her and dragged her thumb over her clit, digging in now to the sensitive tip with each swipe.
Her sweet girl was tossing and moaning, arching up so that the buoyant softness of her breasts swept over Angel’s bent leg.
Angel unbent her knee. If she could just get the right position… there. She angled her toes to sweep over Nina’s nipple each time that she pushed herself back, drawing a deep moan from Nina’s lungs. She had no mobility or control with her toes, but she didn’t need it.
It was magnificent watching Nina chase her own pleasure, taking what she needed from everything that Angel gave her.
Angel added a third finger, slowly and then with hard thrusts to meet Nina’s rapid rhythm.
She was just so tight and wet, so beautifully open to every way that Angel wanted to touch her.
Angel could tell she was close, now. Every muscle was tensed, her pace frantic. Her mouth opened in an inarticulate wail and she buried her face against the sole of Angel’s foot, breath heaving as she shuddered.
Angel drew back her hair, which had fallen over her face. She wanted to see everything. She needed to soak in every tremble that shivered down her back, those half-closed eyes and parted lips.
She stroked her free hand down Nina’s back, keeping the other one nestled deeply inside. It was almost like… holding her. Angel’s palm cupped Nina’s delicious folds, while Nina held her in turn.
Nina languorously pulled her mouth from Angel’s foot, giving it one final kiss. She looked happy and sated, maybe even proud of herself.
Angel was sure as hell proud of her. For being so strong in embracing her submission. For asking for what she wanted and letting Angel give it to her.
They rested that way until Nina started to shift and Angel reluctantly withdrew her fingers, covertly wiping them on her own thigh.
When they untangled, Nina pushed herself up and squirmed into Angel’s lap. Angel liked how she was claiming her place, like she had every right to be there. She was sweaty and flushed, and Angel dropped gentle kisses onto her forehead.
“Let’s get some sleep, babe,” Angel whispered against her ear.
They hadn’t made any promises to each other, and now wasn’t the time to talk.
Nina murmured something happily and let herself be shifted down the bed. She grumbled when Angel got up to take care of a few things and turn off the lights, but sighed happily when she returned.
She was already half asleep, lax and heavy when Nina wrapped one arm around her.
In the dim moonlight, she watched Nina breathe, the slow expansion of her ribs under that smooth skin.
Angel wasn’t ready to let this go.
She still needed to memorize all of those freckles.
Chapter 6
Nina
Nina startled awake to the sound of an alarm. Someone else’s alarm. She was still clinging to the oblivion of sleep, and the jaunty tune was entirely too perky for anything she would subject herself to. She wondered where it was coming from, but when it shut off she stopped worrying and started to drift back to sleep. Mornings sucked.
“Sorry,” came a soft, low voice. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Nina rolled over, realizing sleepily that there was someone else in her bed.
No, she blinked her eyes blearily open. Not just someone. Tho– no, Angel. And fuck was she beautiful in the morning, with her hair tied up in a purple wrap and just the hint of one perfect breast revealed above the sheets.
And now she was trying to sneak out. Dammit. Nina didn’t know what time it was, but the sun had barely peaked in through her windows.
Nina buried her face in the pillow. If Angel was going to disappear after the most amazing, affirming sex in her entire life, she didn’t want to see it.
She felt a touch on her shoulder. Since she couldn’t breathe anyway with her face in the pillow, she turned her head and squinted open her eyes. Then she opened them a bit wider.
Angel looked… nervous? No, she had to be imagining it. Angel was never nervous.
“Nina? Did I do something wrong?”
Oh, fuck. Angel really was nervous. Which meant that she probably wasn’t sneaking out. Nina’s mind finally caught up and she realized that it was some sort of work day. When people like Angel had to, you know, work in the mornings.
Nina was fucking everything up. “Sorry. I’m really not a morning person.”
Angel chuckled, a warm, rich sound. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Nina took a moment to piece that together. If Angel cared about her morning habits, that meant there would be more mornings together. Or at least she hoped so.
Angel ran a hand down her cheek and Nina nuzzled into it, imagining a whole series of mornings just like this. She could totally wake up too early to give Angel a kiss goodbye at some God awful morning-person hour if it meant more nights like these. Probably. It was early.
But Angel’s hand was so tender, tracing over her ear and along her jaw like she was something special. “I have to go to work, sweet girl.”
Mmmm… She wanted to be Angel’s little slut at night and her sweet girl in the morning. Though she’d been Angel’s sweet girl last night, too. The second glorious time. Mmmmm….
“You’re really not awake at all, are you?”
“Nope,” Nina shook her head. “Little bit.” She nodded.
Angel kissed her forehead. “I’ll see myself out, then. Go back to sleep.”
She heard movement around the room and she wanted to sink back into dreamland. But now that she was awake, it seemed that she was going to stay that way. Another thought occurred to her and she finally sat up. “What’s your number?” she heard herself say. Then she buried her face in her hands. That was not slick at all.
She felt the mattress shift as Angel sank down and pulled her hands away. “God, you’re adorable in the morning when you’re grumpy. No more late nights, OK?”
“I work at a bar. I have to be up late. It’s the mornings that are wrong.” Nina scrunched up her eyes and shook her head. Then she opened them again because she was missing out.
Angel was sitting right in front of her, bared to the waist. Her ebony-tipped breasts were just right there, and Nina needed to soak in all of Angel’s beauty before it went away.
“See something you like?” Angel teased. She was so much warmer now than she had been all of those years ago. And even more seductive.
Nina nodded and leaned forward, taking one dark nipple into her mouth. And oh, it was delicious. Firming up under her lips and just the right shape to suck and kiss and…
Angel pushed her gently away until she landed back on the pillow. She panicked a little bit that she’d done something
wrong, but Angel was already stroking soothing hands down her arms. “If you keep doing that, I’ll miss my fourth day of work.”
“Shit, really? You just started? I mean, hang on… What are you doing here?”
The question sounded stupid once it was out of her mouth, but she wasn’t sure how else to ask. What she meant was, are you staying? Though she cared about the other stuff, too.
Fortunately, Angel didn’t seem to have any trouble interpreting it, though she was surprisingly halting in her answer, like she didn’t know herself. “New York was… exhausting. I had all the things I was supposed to have and it was just too much. Ben hooked me up with a job and I just… I moved. I’m here. I like the job so far, but… that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”
“So you live here, now? You’re staying?”
“I own a house. It has some boxes in it. And a lot of bare, white walls. I don’t have any paintings for it.” Angel looked around the room, eyes alighting on all of the colorful canvases and sculptures that Nina had collected over the years.
“I can suggest some artists for you,” Nina replied. She always liked to recommend people when she could.
“You need coffee, don’t you?” Angel asked. “Is there some in the kitchen?”
Angel stood and Nina shuffled after her. Angel was still wearing just the panties that she had pulled on, and Nina would follow those perky, soft boobs anywhere. It only occurred to her when she reached the kitchen that she was naked, too.
Ugh. And everything was a mess. She would have to clean up. A lot. Especially if Angel was going to come back over.
Angel just whirled right through, though, dumping out yesterday’s coffee grounds, popping in the new filter, and setting a new pot of water to percolate.
Nina leaned against the cabinet, watching her. Angel’s movements were both graceful and efficient, like she’d studied dance at some point and knew exactly where her body was and how to move it through space in the most eloquent way possible. Nina was enraptured.
Angel found a pair of mugs and doctored them up. Nina didn’t take as much sugar in her coffee as she used to in high school, but she was touched that Angel remembered. She took the warm cup when Angel handed it to her, taking a small sip.
Ah… So much better.
Though really, there was little that was better than Angel standing mostly naked in her kitchen making her coffee.
Angel leaned against the opposite counter, facing her. “So I’ve told you what I’m doing, what are you up to?”
She probably wouldn’t have been honest, except that Angel, who had a job at a law firm and had probably been making a billion dollars in NYC, had already told her that she didn’t know what she was doing either. So she shrugged. “Not much. Waiting tables at a bar? Some secretarial work on the side? Trying to figure out my life?”
Angel pinned her with a gaze. “Are you painting, though? What about your art?”
Nina’s breath caught. Last night had been intimate, but this was personal in a different way. It was hurting and healing, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it.
It tumbled back memories, though, that she’d long since forgotten. She’d gotten so lost in the thrill of those illicit encounters and the heartbreak of betrayal hadn’t remembered how much Angel had supported her dreams of becoming an artist.
It had only happened twice, but as a teenager it had meant the world to her. Angel had shown up in the art studio when she was working alone, wandering in casually and touching things on the shelves, completely disrupting her concentration.
It had been distracting and confusing, and she couldn’t even figure out why her idol—the passionate and dangerous senior who tutored her in chemistry and other darker pleasures was doing there.
But then Angel had stood behind her, breath gliding over her ear, and told her how fucking talented she was. How she should fuck over all of her father’s plans and pursue it all out. Angel said that she would dedicate her life to making beauty in the world if she had even a fraction of Nina’s ability and passion.
Angel had whispered to her about how she was going to be a big name in the art circuit, or maybe reach people in a different way, as an art therapist or art teacher. Whatever she dreamed.
How the hell had she forgotten all of that?
“I do sometimes. Not very often. I have a sketchbook,” she offered. But she didn’t use it often. Being poor and uneducated had been a shock for her to figure out after her father threw her out. When she’d come into her trust fund, years after it would have really helped her, she’d been too infuriated to touch it. Instead, she’d focused on her transition, which was pretty absorbing, too, both emotionally and financially. She was finally now at a pretty stable point, but it had been a long, hard fight. She’d forgotten her other dreams so long ago.
Now that Angel said it, she missed it so much that it ached.
“You miss it, don’t you.” Angel crossed the room, pinning her against the cabinet.
Nina nodded, feeling tears close to the surface. That was twice in less than 24 hours with Angel. It was just that nobody else had asked her about her dreams. She hadn’t thought much about them herself.
“We’ll have to fix that then, won’t we?” She took the mug from Nina’s hand and set it on the counter.
It was good that the question seemed to be rhetorical, because Nina didn’t know what to say. That question, stated more as a command, implied more than even the casual dating she’d hoped for. She wanted to grab onto that offering with both hands, but she had to be cautious.
She nodded slowly, letting Angel’s palm brush across her cheek.
“What are… I mean…” She wasn’t sure how to ask the question. Angel was pressed up close to her, their hips and breasts touching, their exhalations mingling.
Angel gave her a delicate kiss, just a brush of her lips though it sung through her body. “Here’s what I want. And you can tell me if it works for you.”
Nina nodded, letting their lips touch again.
“I want to get to know you again. I want to take you on dates, and I want us to be exclusive while we decide if we’re going to work out. If we do, I want to give you the opportunity to earn my collar.” Angel ran a finger along her neck, making Nina shiver down to her toes. “What do you say, sweet girl?”
There was only one answer. Even if it was crazy. But she’d always been crazy for Angel. “Yes.”
“But first, I want your art decorating my house. You can’t work in here, can you?”
Nina shook her head. She knew she was messy, but that was because her mind was always so cluttered. When she painted, she needed her space to be pristine and almost empty. She’d found it hard to concentrate even in the art studio at school and often turned her easel to a blank wall or window.
“Then that’s the first condition of our relationship. I’m getting you an art studio. We can rent a room for you somewhere, or we can convert one of the bedrooms at my house. I would prefer the latter, but I won’t push you on that.” She kissed Nina’s temple.
“You decide when to use it and what you work on,” Angel continued. “You decide whether you want to sell your work or give it away. If things don’t work out for us romantically, it’s still yours. Did you know that’s how I think of you? In front of an easel and lost in your own world. I want to see you painting again. Everything else we can negotiate later. Alright?”
Nina was too stunned to speak. Then she threw her arms around Angel, covering her face and neck with kisses. No one, no one, had ever given her something so thoughtful and important. It wasn’t just the cost of the studio, which she might have been able to swing on her own, and which her trust fund could cover many times over. It was Angel’s confidence in her and the care she’d shown in knowing what mattered.
“So, you like that idea, then?” Angel was grinning. She’d never smiled so much when they were teens and Nina wanted to see that all the time.
“It sounds amazing. I mean, it’s
not about the actual space, but it is. I mean… No one has ever done something like this for me. I don’t need a lot of space, I promise. Just somewhere empty to store some supplies. Even a closet would be fine. I can pay for part of it. Or all of it, I guess. It’s not really the money it’s just… do you really want my art in your house? I don’t know if I was good before and I might have forgotten everything…”
Angel cut off her babble with a kiss. “I believe in you. This isn’t about how good you are, although I think you’re extremely talented. This is about you deserving to be happy.”
“What about you? What would make you happy?”
Angel nuzzled her nose. It was nothing that the old Angel would have done, too sweet and too silly. “Knowing that you’re painting would make me happy. Being with you would make me happy.”
They were both different people now, but perhaps as they’d each grown, the new ways that they fit together would be even more compatible. If nothing else, Angel was giving her the nudge she needed to reconnect with a buried passion and it would be good to have another friend.
But she was sure that there was more there.
Angel pulled back. “Hang on just a second.”
Curious, Nina leaned against the cabinet while Angel darted back into the bedroom. She came back, still naked, and with one hand curled into a loose fist.
Angel looked shy again. It was such a vulnerable expression from someone who was so fierce and commanding at other times. Nina’s chest felt warm, like a small glow had been lit inside.
Angel slowly opened her hand, revealing the glitter of metal. A thin, delicate chain. A thick, block ring.
Nina covered her mouth. It couldn’t be.
“I found this on the floor the day I was moving out and tossed it in my purse. I didn’t even know that I still had it.”
Nina nodded, speechless.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything. Or, I mean…”
For a lawyer and a Domme, Angel was awfully inarticulate right now. The glow in Nina’s chest crew into a flame.
“I just wanted you to have it. As maybe a promise to start things over. The way they should have been before. But the way they are now, too.”
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