"Ella." She gasped out my name. Maybe I was closer than I thought.
"Let me," I implored, digging my heels into the bed and lifting myself some, forcing her forward. She remained above me, stilled by my request as if contemplating it. Her breathing picked up when I attempted to taste her again. The heat of her against me raged, burning hotter as time passed.
"Not… not until I've sufficiently punished you," she stammered, probably for the first time in her life. Her body broke from mine, leaving a sullen coldness in her wake. For a moment, I couldn't tell where she went until I felt the bed jolt and my knees forcibly parted. I tugged the bindings when Mae's hands gripped my inner thighs, sliding toward my center in firm five-fingered strokes. Was she looking at me? Taking me in in a different manner? My chest heaved and a slight moan escaped me when she recoiled. Another brief pause with no contact, then something grazed my ankle. Then my knee. My hip. Navel. Around each nipple. And again, she left me.
"My god, how you glisten for me," she said, her voice husky with arousal.
I gnawed on my lip, fighting the whimper that slow torture brought. A tickle over one hip followed by the brush on the other. My body ached, seared with desire as her teasing only served to further dampen my core. I moved my foot, attempting to locate her on the bed. I found her as expected, perched between my legs.
"No sneaky searches." A slap echoed when she swatted the thickest part of my thigh. The unexpected jolt sent a rush of air to my lips. Mae's contact ceased and the bed shifted again. Something warm lingered above my center, followed by a puff of cool air. A steady stream followed and I realized that she blew breath on me, tickling my clit like the lightest brush of a feather. Please touch me, my thoughts pleaded.
A quick clatter sounded followed by more bed movement. Right after, Mae drew a circle around my aching clit. Moans left me, deep and hungry. Yes, this is what I want. Another circle, though this time by something more firm than a finger. My crinkled brow shifted the blindfold when she moved down my slit, then back up again, pausing on top of my clit. She slid down, poking at my core until she slipped inside me. My body arched upward and I noted the sudden firmness in me like a hardened ball of something. I froze then, without warning, a vibration pummeled along inside me. I nearly shrieked at the sudden sensation. It rattled me so harshly that my hips bucked on their own. As quickly as the sensation arrived, it left when the buzzing thing slipped out. Mae chuckled softly and the sound stopped. She left me hanging and groaning. Her tongue met my clit in a few light flicks before the shock of the toy bounced against my sensitive nub.
"Shit." I gasped, my body quaking beneath the sensation.
A quiet laugh emitted from her as she pressed the vibrating something to me, circling around my hardened clit but never directly on. The intensity of it had me pulling on the bindings, sucking in my breath and rolling toward her all at once. She dragged it downward, poking between my folds teasingly before returning.
"Mae." I clenched my teeth when my hips thrust forward on their own accord and a rapid, heavy orgasm erupted from my center, spreading like wildfire over my body. I cried out, twitched, and exploded a second time in rapid succession when Mae pressed the toy deep inside me. Never had anything cause me to climax so quickly and sharply. Each orgasm was strong yet short-lived. I panted when Mae removed the toy from me. Even though pleasure still pulsed through me, I wasn't satisfied completely and I think she knew it. If anything, I ached more and a pained whine found its way to my throat.
"That was quick, kitten. Too quick." At her last word, her lips met my core and I nodded for her to continue. She kissed me, as if my folds belonged to my mouth. I tugged on the bindings and lifted myself to her. Mae's hands slipped under me and she gripped my rear, lifting me to her.
"Yes," I urged, thrashing my head from side to side. I wanted her to drag me through the slow, deep, satisfying orgasm that belonged only to her. Except she didn't.
"We can't have you getting everything you want right away, can we?" She pulled back and the intense desire to yank my hair in frustration overcame me.
"Mae, please. Don't stop."
"Kitten, but I must."
"Please," my tremoring voice prolonged the word.
"But, kitten." She licked the full length of me once. "I just can't." She did it again. "Give you." Again. "What you want."
Frustration built, igniting something primal inside me. I shouted, screeched even, tugging on the bindings hard enough that they loosened. The moment the silk popped free from the bed, Mae devoured me, lifting me to her and taking me hard. She rammed me against the mattress, rocking my hips and shoving her tongue deep inside me with a force foreign to us until this point. With my wrists still bound, I gripped her hair, tugging it while bucking against her. All reserve lost to deep, dark lust. Her mouth wrapped around my clit as her fingers penetrated me over and over. Her fury matched mine and when I screamed, she moaned against me. The release that followed shattered my insides, tearing me apart at the center like a riptide of ecstasy. It pulsed, thrashed, grinded through me with reckless abandon. Mae pumped in and out of me, hard and fast. I held my breath, prolonging my pleasure for as long as possible. Mae held me in it, suspending me in time and space until I was reduced to a shivering, shuddering mess on the bed.
I collapsed, heaving and gasping for breath. Mae let me go and, although I couldn't see her, the rushed movement above startled me. She tore off my blindfold, crouched over me and gripped my hair. Her dripping folds were the last thing I saw before she pressed herself to my mouth. A move so desperate, so unusual that I could do nothing except reciprocate. She knelt over me as I took her. Feasting on her the way she'd done to me. She cried out, biting down on her arm then dropping her head against it. Her hips rolled against me when I thrust my tongue inside her. With my wrists still bound, I dug my fingers into her firm rear and shook my head side to side.
Her cries mirrored sobs when I attended to her clit. She moaned, rolled her hips and, before I had a chance to do much more, she tensed. A gasp escaped her lips and her body shuddered, quaking and jolting so harshly that she had to grip the brass bars. Her orgasm brought more sweet nectar to my lips, and I continued my assault, resolving to long, slow strokes to bring her down gently. Just when I thought she calmed, another wave of tension struck her. She tossed her head back, held her breath, then dropped against the headboard in a heaping, breathless mess.
Her entire body trembled above me and her hands fumbled about in search of mine. She moved backward to straddle my stomach then dropped herself on top of me, burying her face against my neck. I wiggled my arms free from between us to encircle her in them. She covered her head while her breathing slowed. Her reaction following was almost as intense as her orgasm. I wriggled the bindings from my wrists then tugged her arms away so that she couldn't hide. She resisted at first then hugged me and I held her.
In time, our breathing calmed to a dual rhythm. Mae didn't speak and I honored her silence, caressing her cheek. She remained stilled, her gaze far off, never meeting mine. I had no idea what came over her in that moment. A long time passed before she gripped my hand, bringing my palm to her lips. Her sweet gesture warmed my heart and, when she finally looked at me, she smiled.
Chapter Eight
We didn't share a word that night, but when I woke the next morning, I caught Mae gazing out the window as the first light of morning illuminated the bare treetops. She stroked my hair while my head rested on her shoulder. At first, she didn't notice my consciousness until I placed a soft kiss on the side of her breast. With a slight turn of her head, she kissed the bridge of my nose.
"Morning," I said, caressing her bare stomach beneath the blankets.
"Hi," she whispered, twirling a strand of my hair around her finger.
"You okay?" Concern flooded me when I noticed the change in her demeanor carried over from last night.
She nodded. "I have to tell you something."
"All right. What is it?" My stomach chur
ned with anxiety. This was it, the moment when she'd confirm my worst fear. I prepared my heart for shattering.
Mae closed her eyes a moment before returning her gaze to mine. "This is hard," she said as a wave of emotion crossed her features, lifting her brows and widening her eyes. If I wasn't so terrified myself, I would say that she looked afraid.
"Just tell me, Mae." I couldn't take it much longer. I leaned up on my elbow as a lump rose in my throat.
"I love you, Ella. I love you so much," she burst forth. Tears rushed from her eyes, tumbling down her cheeks on to her chest. "I've never loved anyone this way. Ever." She squeezed her eyes shut as if preparing for some sort of impact.
To say that I didn't expect to hear those words fall from her lips was an understatement. They destroyed the anxiety and fear inside me like a laser to an asteroid. A laugh of relief escaped me and I placed my hand on her cheek as my own tears began to fall.
"I've been in love with you for a long time." The confession left me with an overwhelming peacefulness. Mae's eyes shot open as if she, too, never expected to hear that. "I've never loved anyone this way either."
She let out a laugh similar to mine, dropping her hands on the bed and blinking away tears as she gazed up at the ceiling. Without warning, she rolled over and grabbed me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck and shoulder anywhere I could reach. She gripped my hair, holding me to her in a similar way that she had last night. Our legs tangled together when I forced her to roll onto her back. She chuckled softly again when I closed the space between us, catching her in a kiss. She ran her knuckles over the curve of my jaw. We kissed and laughed then kissed while laughing, until the latter took over. I sat up, straddling her hips and squeezing her with my thighs. Her hands dropped to my legs as she watched me, her smile as endless as the twinkle in her eyes.
"You're beautiful," she said, stroking my midsection affectionately.
"So are you."
"I love you," she repeated, taking a deep breath after.
"I love you, too, Mae." It felt so good to hear her say it and to say it back with meaning.
Her smile, sweet, relaxed and tempting, drew me forward. We kissed again though this time laughter didn't interrupt. Mae moved her leg from under me and maneuvered us so that her thigh pressed against my core and mine against hers. We rocked together, kissing and holding each other the entire time. Our morning turned into a sweet round of lovemaking. Though this time, both of us shared the same emotion. Mae cupped my breasts as I massaged hers and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her soft moans in my mouth urged me on and our rocking turned to grinding. Heated, passionate. Until pleasure greeted us both, one after the other or together, I couldn't tell. We kissed right through it, despite the small gasps and moans, until we cooled and settled again into an embrace.
We held each other, for hours it seemed, learning to wear our title as lovers. As being in love. In my arms, Mae drifted to sleep. I wondered if she'd been up most of the night.
In time, sleep found me, too. A tranquil, long-desired sleep, in the arms of someone I loved. And someone who loved me.
***
"Mae," someone's voice pierced my slumber. "Ella, wake up."
"What?" Mae sounded groggy. "Why?" She groaned. I peeled my eyes open to see Jax standing beside the bed. At first, I thought nothing of it then realized…
"Shit," I said, scampering for the blankets to cover up. Jax stared at me, her eyes as wide and mischievous as her grin. "Stop looking, ya brat."
"Nice rack, El." Jax hopped onto the bed and sat on Mae's legs. They both cracked up and I smashed them with a pillow.
"Jax, I'm old enough to be your mother so knock it off and how did you get in here?" I huffed and puffed, then hugged the pillow to my chest.
"My mother? You're what, like thirty? Oh goodie, I was born to my twelve-year-old mommy. Why don't we have a TV show then? Tween Moms?" With her hair in a mess from my assault, she cracked up at me.
"Hush up you, you."
"Nice comeback. You're failing at life right now, El." Mae sat up and shoved Jax off her legs. The girl bounced a few times then settled between us. "And yeah, how'd you get in here?"
"The door was open. Liz drove me," she said. Mae shot her a look. "She wasn't drunk. I made sure." She sifted through her backpack. "But I have to tell you something."
"What?" Mae yawned and stretched then sat up against the headboard. She didn't care who saw her naked but I certainly did. Especially a kid. I kept the blanket around me and shoved a pillow in front of Mae. She got the hint and snatched her shirt from the floor, tugging it over her head. Mine followed when she tossed it to me.
"Look." Jax dangled a crumpled sheet of paper in front of us.
"Hold still a minute." Mae snatched it and her eyes scanned the paper. "You passed? You got it?" Mae's cheery voice perked, lightening her expression and lifting her brows.
"Yep. I'm a high school dropout, with a GED." Jax beamed, glancing between us.
"You nerd." Mae grinned, grabbing her into an affectionate headlock.
"Thanks." Jax snickered and hugged Mae's arm. "It took forever but I got it."
"That's awesome." I yanked the paper from Mae and looked over the scores. "Jax, your scores are amazing."
"Thanks." Her cheeks flushed when she looked at me, though I couldn't be sure if it was from shyness or the headlock. Mae released her and she settled between us. "Think I can get into college with it?"
"Yeah, I think you could. Have you been thinking about it?" I queried. My lip twitched when I tried to hide a smirk.
"Yeah, a bit." She shrugged. "But there's something else, too."
"Go on, spill it." Mae nudged her.
"Remember when I stayed at that group home awhile back?" She glanced between us. I looked to Mae who nodded.
"I do. Why?" Mae asked.
"They're having a Thanksgiving thing for the kids there, my friend told me, and I think I should volunteer. Like serve and set up and stuff. People do it all the time. I just feel bad for them." Jax plucked at the strap of her backpack. "I got what I wanted and they didn't."
"You mean spend Thanksgiving volunteering at the group home instead of stuffing your face with us?" A grin slid across Mae's lips. A gentler grin than I'd seen in the past, one that hinted of pride rather than playfulness.
"Yeah. I think… I think it'll be nice." Jax shrugged.
"I think it'll be nice, too. It's a good idea." Mae nodded and Jax met her gaze.
"Cool," she said, glancing to me as if asking my opinion as well.
"The kids will appreciate it," I said, sharing a bit of Mae's pride. "Maybe you 'getting what you wanted' will bring them hope that they'll have something similar in the future."
"That's what I was thinking, too." She nodded. "So, it's three in the afternoon. You should probably get out of bed, you sex-crazed bums."
"We aren't bums. We're your sex-crazed mommies." Mae's wicked grin returned and Jax made an exaggerated retching sound.
"Way to make this awkward, Meadow." Jax pretended to gag. "Seriously, you're not my mommies."
"But we like being your mommies," Mae said in a creepy voice and bat her lashes, then began bashing Jax with a pillow. I cracked up at the two of them and dodged a few blows.
"Gross!" Jax giggled so hard that her face turned bright red as she dramatically fell off the side of the bed. "I'm dead from the gross."
"Good. That'll teach you to look at my girlfriend's boobs." Mae threw the pillow over the bed and Jax oomphed.
"Lesson learned," her muffled voice said.
I laughed at the perfectly matched pair. The best thing that could've ever happened to someone like Jax was finding a guardian like Mae. Someone who respected her as the adult she was growing into, mildly protective, and celebrated her successes.
"What's to eat in this place?" Jax voice called from the floor.
"Whatever you want if you get out of here and let us get dressed," I told her. "The k
itchen is yours."
"Cool." She hopped up from the floor and sprinted out of the room.
"Bad idea, El. She'll clean out the cupboard." Mae snickered, tackling me into a hug. I squealed and crashed into the bundle of blankets.
"As long as she's happy." I grinned at her, folding my arms behind my head.
"She's happy. Are you happy?" Mae wagged her eyebrows as her hair tumbled around us.
"Very happy. Are you happy?"
"Oh yeah. I'm the happiest I've ever been." She kissed me then grabbed my hand, tugging me off the bed. "Let's go make pancakes."
"You mean, 'c'mon, Ella, make me pancakes.'"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Chapter Nine
"At least the group home is close to my brother's," I told Mae as we drove through the outskirts of Boston. Scraggly trees lined the streets as we left the inner city toward its fringes. Fall air hung crisply around us, set off by the sunless overcast. Mae's parents changed their mind about visiting today so our arrival to Jed's was much earlier than expected.
"Yeah, not far. I'm still surprised that was what she chose to do today. But then again, I'm not really surprised at all." Mae placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. "You look about ready to puke."
"I am. Maybe this is a bad idea." I took a deep breath as I pulled onto Jed's street. The houses grew further apart the longer we drove. "Maybe we should have waited."
"Until when, El? There's never going to be a good time for this. Avoiding your family can't last forever. You know that."
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